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Former Infinite rank player - done with Snap

2023.03.24 06:14 BitterCrippleOG Former Infinite rank player - done with Snap

Hi. Yeah, it's one of those posts. I normally don't do this kind of thing, but I cared a lot about Snap and hope it doesn't tank.
I've been playing since the Black Panther pass and I've spent hundreds of hours playing. I'm an old ass gamer, but nothing has quite hooked me like Snap in a very long time. But after last patch, I've decided I'm done.
This game has an identity crisis. It wants to be a laid back quick game to play on the pooper, but the only way to play it is through a highly competitive ladder. And as your CL and MMR improves, it only gets sweatier. I rank up with Shuri / Red-Skull, but I can't play the same damn dumb deck anymore. I try something new, and plummet in ranks. Back to good ol' Shuri cheese. It's so damn boring.
But I used to at least have cards to look forward to. Not anymore. After Pool 3, if you're not an absolute whale, the card acquisition grinds to a halt. I spent months grinding tokens for Galactus and Shuri, and I've spent about $150. I haven't seen a new card in weeks. I don't want to give them anymore money. It's absolutely demotivating. I thought games like this were supposed to hook whales, not scare them away.
Combine that with influencers posting click bait videos like THIS OFF META DECK BLASTED MY NUTS TO RANK 600 and it's filled with cards like Bast, Darkhawk, Stature, etc.
Their card rollout scheme is absolutely bizarre. They tie new cards in with Marvel films, but you can't play with those cards for MONTHS. Didn't you get hyped for Kang in the new Ant-Man movie? Start saving tokens! Buy token Tuesdays and maybe you'll get to try the card in 60 days when nobody remembers said movie.
There's no endgame. Even up through pool 3 the card aquisition feels okay. One card a week keeps you enticed. But after that? Forget it.
Tone deaf balance patches and card powers. Shuri has been running wild on ladder for months and they've done virtually nothing. Oh sorry we had to add this super cool tech that will help balance changes faster. Oh sorry it broke. Dang. Oh the changes we did were meagre to say the least. But we pwomise we'll do better next time. Hey you can still buy Shuri. GO BUY DAN HIPP BUNDLES YOU COW. Faaaaart.
There's arguments that weakening Shuri drastically would kill the card. But I don't know how it even got out of design phase. When I first saw its ability my mouth dropped. DOUBLE any power? Really? Oh well it's pool 5, I won't see it much. Fast forward a few months.
How does that not remotely sound dangerous? DOUBLING power? Or a card that deletes ALL abilities from a hand? Or a card that cheats mana by 2 points?? I've played card games where you can blank out text, and they usually target ONE card, and you can remove the removal, and even then they're still OP cards that everyone runs. These are seasoned CCG players. Nobody thinks this might be an issue?? Or a card that replicates your opponents play +4 power? Yikes. No wonder people are salty.
Even content creators are getting bored. They're reacting to other player's rants instead of being forced to play the game. You can tell.
Lots of people are burnt out.
So yeah. Was fun. Good luck to Second Dinner and I hope Snap has a great future. I had a blast and they have amazing gameplay here. But as things currently stand, I'm retreating.

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2023.03.24 04:16 kareylicious Nest Migration Summary - #185

The 185th nest migration happened Wednesday!
[Calgary Nest Map] Direct link (http://bit.ly/YYCNestMap)
Nest Migration start: Mar 15, 5 pm
Next Nest Migration: Mar 29, 5 pm
Nests are as accurate at time of reporting. Please keep in mind that sometimes nests change when certain events begin/end.
The majority of the nest list has been provided by https://www.theraidmap.com/ If you want more pokemon, please consider subscribing.
In order to keep the nest list updated as timely as possible I would kindly request that nest only be reported in top level comments and avoid editing previous posts to include new nests. The easiest way for me to see when the list needs to be updated is to see when I have a notification from reddit and I only receive those on new top level comments. Thank you very much!
Thank you to all our nest reporters! Without you, this wouldn't be possible!
Please keep the following in mind when reporting nests:
Spawn points in nests have a 25% chance to spawn the nest Pokemon. If a nest only has a handful of spawn points it is common to not see any of the nesting Pokemon if you are only at the nest for a short period of time. Due to this please ensure you have spent enough time in a nest before reporting your findings.
Happy hunting!!

Reported Nests

Downtown Nests

Pokemon	Nest Location	Spawn Points

North East Nests

Pokemon	Nest Location	Spawn Points

North West Nests

Pokemon	Nest Location	Spawn Points

South East Nests

Pokemon	Nest Location	Spawn Points

South West Nests

Pokemon	Nest Location	Spawn Points

Unreported Nests

Downtown Nests

Pokemon	Nest Location	Spawn Points
??	Barb Scott Park	4
??	Bow River Pathway Eau Claire	5
??	Central Memorial Park	5+
??	Century Gardens	4+
??	Connaught Park	5
??	Connaught School	3
??	Eau Claire Park	?
??	Harley Hotchkiss Gardens	4+
??	Harry Hayes - Red Machine Stop	2
??	Haultain Park	3
??	James Short Park	2
??	Lougheed House	5
??	McDougall Centre	10+
??	Nat Christie Park	5
??	Olympic Plaza	6
??	Princes Island Park	20
??	Rouleauville Square	5+
??	Shaw Millennium Park	6
??	Sien Lok Park North	3
??	Sien Lok Park South	?
??	South Bow Park	3
??	Stampede Park	49
??	The Family of Man	?
??	Thomson Family Park	?
??	Tomkins Park	?

North East Nests

Pokemon	Nest Location	Spawn Points
??	40th Ave Park	5
??	Abberfield Playground	3+
??	Airways Park	?
??	Bridgeland Park	2
??	Bridgeland Sport Fields / Park	6
??	Cityscape Music Playground	?
??	Coral Shores Pathway	3
??	Coventry/Country Hills Pond	11
??	Coventry Community Garden	3-4
??	Coventry Nose Creek Park	?
??	Crossroads Park	2-3
??	Deerfoot Athletic Park	9
??	Deerfoot Business Park	?
??	Don Hartman Northeast Sportsplax NESS	4
??	Ecole la Mosaique in Martindale	2
??	Edward H. LaBorde Viewing Area	?
??	Genesis Centre	9
??	Grant MacEwan School	?
??	Harvest Community Garden	?
??	Harvest Hills Playground	?
??	Highland Park Urban Beautification	2
??	Lester B Pearson School Field	?
??	Marlborough Community Association	?
??	Marlborough Park	20
??	Martha Haven Cricket Ground	?
??	McCall Lake Off Leash Dog Park	?
??	Monterey Community Centre	?
??	Monterey Park Fields	13
??	Murdoch Park	5
??	Munro Park	10+
??	Nose Creek Parkway / Confluence Park	22
??	Pinecliff Park Soccer Field	3+
??	Pinehill Playground	2+
??	Pine Ridge Road Playground	?
??	Pineridge Playground	2
??	Prairie Winds Park	10
??	Redstone Participark	3
??	Renfrew Athletic Park	?
??	Rotary Park	5
??	Rundle Community Association	2-3
??	Rundle Park	?
??	Rundlelawn Park	?
??	Skyview Landing Playground	7+
??	St. Patricks Island Park	11
??	St. John Paul II School	?
??	Temple Community Centre	?
??	Templegreen Park	4+
??	The District Outdoor Gym	4
??	Tom Campbell Park	7
??	Tuxedo Park Community Association	3
??	Village Square Leisure Centre	?
??	Whitehorn Community Centre	4
??	Whitehorn Field	10-15

North West Nests

Pokemon	Nest Location	Spawn Points
??	12 Mile Coulee Pathway	15
??	14th Street Pathways	10
??	Arbor Lake School Park	5
??	Baker Park	10
??	Blakiston Park	?
??	Botanical Gardens of SS/Sarcee Park	13
??	Bowmont Park	15
??	Bowness Park	12
??	Bow River Pathway - Kensington	10
??	Bow River Pathway - Point McKay	2-3
??	BP Birthplace Forest	6+
??	Brenner Park	5
??	Brentwood Community Garden	6
??	Canmore Park	6
??	Castle Ruins	3
??	Catherine Nichols Gunn School	3
??	Childrens Village School Field	?
??	Chipmunk Playground (Ranchlands)	2
??	Citadel Pathways	3
??	Citadel Way Playground	?
??	Confederation Park	29
??	Confederation Golfcourse Playground	4
??	Country Hills Golf Course	?
??	Crescent Heights Park	?
??	Crowchild Twin Arenas	2
??	Crowfoot Crossing Pathway	5
??	Crowfoot Library	3
??	Dale Hodges Park	24
??	Dalhousie Community Association	10+
??	Dalhousie LRT Pathway	3
??	Dalton Park	4
??	Edgemont Off Leash 3	15
??	Edgemont Park	?
??	Edgemont Ravine	14
??	Egerts Park	3
??	Evansborough Way Playground	2
??	Evanston Pathway / Ball Diamond	3
??	Evanston Pathways	5-10
??	Foothills Athletic Park	?
??	Funny Wood Pillars	?
??	Giddy-Up Playground/Silvercreek Park	?
??	Hamptons Athletic Park	5
??	Hamptons Park	?
??	Hawkwood Pathways	3
??	Helicopter Playground	?
??	Hidden Valley Pathways North	10
??	Hidden Valley Pathways South	5
??	Hidden Valley Pond	2
??	Hillhurst Sunnyside Community Assn.	4
??	Huntington Blue & Red Playground	2-3
??	Huntington Hills Community Centre	10+
??	Huntington Hills Skatepark	?
??	Inland Athletic Park	?
??	John Laurie Park	7
??	John Laurie Pathway: 14th to 19th St	10
??	John Laurie Pathway: 19th St to Charleswood	8
??	John Laurie Pathway: Charleswood to Brisbois	5
??	Karl Baker Offleash Park	10+
??	Laycock Park	11
??	Macewan Glen Park	?
??	McHugh Bluff Park	20
??	Montalban Park	?
??	Montgomery Ave Playground	3
??	Nolan Hill Park	8
??	Nolan Hill Playground	5
??	Nolan Lake Pathways	8-10
??	Nose Hill Park	35
??	Nose Hill Spring Park	2-4
??	Panatella Hill North Pathway	3+
??	Panatella Hill South	2-3
??	Panora Close Playgroundy	?
??	Panorama Hills North Pathway	10
??	Panorama Hills Pathway	4
??	Panorama Soccer	3+
??	Parkdale Community Centre	3
??	Patches Hill	?
??	Patrick Burns Gardens	?
??	Poppy Plaza	?
??	Queen Elizabeth Park	?
??	Ranchlands Community Association	4-5
??	Ranchlands Off-Leash Dog Park	5-10
??	Research Park	4
??	Riley Park	9
??	Rocky Ridge Pathways	7
??	Rocky Ridge Point Pathway	3-4
??	Rocky Vista Park	6
??	RRROCA Park	3
??	Rosedale Park	2
??	Sage Hill Pathways	3
??	Sandstone Area 3 Off Leash Dog Park	4-5
??	Sandstone Macewan	1-4
??	Sandstone Park	15+
??	Sandstone Place	2+
??	Shouldice Aquatic Centre	?
??	Shouldice Athletic Park	15
??	Silver Spring Nature Park	20
??	Silver Springs Outdoor Pool	?
??	Triwood Community Association	4
??	Triwood Park	?
??	Tuscany Club	6
??	Tuscany Fire Hall Greenspace	5+
??	Tuscany Valley Playground	2+
??	U of C: C Train Station	2-3
??	U of C: Gallagher Library	2
??	U of C: Prairie Chicken	?
??	U of C: Science Theatres	?
??	Utah Drive Park	12
??	Varsity Estates Park	?
??	Varsity Ravine Park	?
??	Varsity Sport Fields	?
??	Varsity Soccer Pitch	4
??	Varsity Village Park	5-8
??	Watermark Community Gazedo	5-8
??	West Hillhurst Community Assn.	10+

South East Nests

Pokemon	Nest Location	Spawn Points
??	Acadia Community Garden & Art Society	?
??	Acadia Tennis Courts	3
??	Applewood Park	7
??	Auburn Bay Kids Only Pokestop	?
??	Auburn Bay Kids Park	?
??	Auburn House	?
??	Carburn Park	14
??	Chapala Drive Playground	?
??	Chaparral Ridge Circle	12
??	Copper Pond	?
??	Copperfield Community Centre	3
??	Copperfield Hoodoo Park	3
??	Copperfield Park	6-7
??	Copperfield Park II	?
??	Copperfield Park III	?
??	Copperfield Trifecta	2
??	Copperstone Blvd Park	?
??	Copperstone Grove Park	3
??	Dogwood Crescent Park	?
??	Douglas Glen Park	4
??	Douglas Glen Pathway	?
??	Douglasbank Park	?
??	Eaglequest Golf Pathway	?
??	Eastside City Church	4
??	Elliston Park	3
??	Fairview Off Leash Dog Area/Flint Park	?
??	Fairview Park	6
??	Fish Creek Park	100+
??	Flavelle Road Park	?
??	Fonda Park	7
??	George Moss Park	?
??	Great Plains Recreational Facility	5
??	Harry Huish Park	?
??	Inglewood 11th Ave Playground	2
??	Inglewood Bird Sanctuary	20
??	Inglewood Golf Course	?
??	Inglewood Wildlands	5
??	Inverness Park	?
??	Jack Setters Park	5
??	Lake Bonavista School Field	?
??	Lake Sundance	12
??	Legacy Playground	?
??	Max Bell Centre	?
??	McKenzie Meadows Golf Club	?
??	McKenzie Towne Park	?
??	New Brighton Central Park	6
??	New Brighton Park Playground	3
??	Pearce Estate Park	25
??	Pop Davies Athletic Park	13
??	Penbrooke Meadows Park	6
??	Prestwick Fountain Park	2
??	Prestwick Inukshuk	2
??	Olympia Drive Off-Leash	3
??	Quarry Park Pathway	?
??	Raddison Heights Park	?
??	Raddison Heights Park East	6
??	Rainbow Park	?
??	Ralph Klein Park	?
??	Ramsay Community Association	5
??	Ramsay School Park	6
??	Reader Rock Gardens	4+
??	Remington YMCA in Quarry Park	?
??	Riverbend Community Centre	6
??	Riverbend Pathway	?
??	Southview Park	10
??	Sue Higgins Park	15+
??	The Lone Pony	?
??	Valleyview Park	3
??	Walden Playground	?
??	Willow Park Gardens Playground	?
??	Wyldewood Estates Trellis	?

South West Nests

Pokemon	Nest Location	Spawn Points
??	AD Ross Park	3-4
??	Babbeling Brook Park	3-5
??	Bankview Community Association	2
??	Battalion Park	25+
??	Battalion Park School	3+
??	Braeside Park	10+
??	Braeside Park Tennis Courts	7
??	Britannia Slopes	9
??	Buffalo Park (Garrison)	?
??	Canada Olympic Park	40
??	Champlain Park	2
??	Christie Estates Playground	5
??	Discovery Ridge Pathways North	?
??	Discovery Ridge Pathways NE	?
??	Discovery Ridge Pathways NW	2
??	Discovery Ridge Ponds	5
??	Douglas Fir Trail Lookout Platform	6
??	Edworthy Park	?
??	Edworthy Park (river side)	?
??	Eversyde Park	3
??	Flanders Park	3
??	Galbraith Park Playground	3
??	Glamorgan Park	?
??	Glenbrook Park	3
??	Glendale Meadows Park	?
??	Glenmore Athletic Park	12
??	Griffith Park Playground	10+
??	Griffith Woods	30
??	Haysboro Community Park	10+
??	James H Gray Park	?
??	Jenny Elliot Elementary Field	2
??	Killarney Glengarry Community Assn.	5
??	Lakeview Community Assn.	20+
??	Lindsay Park	20+
??	Mahood Commons - Ambrose University	2+
??	Meadowlark Park	?
??	Millcrest Park	3
??	Millview Greenspace	3
??	North Glenmore	13
??	Old Banff Coach Hill Off Leash Park	1+
??	Optimist Park	40+
??	Patterson Place	2
??	Peacekeeper Park	3
??	Picnic Park	4
??	Poplar Park	2-3
??	Prominence Park	7-9
??	River Park	13
??	Riverdale Park	?
??	Roxboro & Erlton Offleash	7
??	Sandy Beach	9
??	Shaganappi Park	5-10
??	Shawnessy Pathway	10
??	Sienna Hills Playground	3
??	Signal Hill Old Fashioned Playground	4
??	Signal Ridge Playground	6+
??	Simcoe Playground	3
??	Silverado Skies Pathways	3
??	Sirocco Park	10+
??	Somerset Water Park	6
??	South Calgary Park	12
??	South Glenmore Park	?
??	South Mount Royal Park	2
??	Springborough Playground	5+
??	Sprucecliff Community Association	?
??	Stanley Park	14
??	Strathcona Christie Aspen Community Association	?
??	Sunalta Park	5+
??	Turtle Hill Park	6+
??	Valour Park	2-3
??	Westside Soccer Field	5+
??	Wildwood Community Association	3
??	Woodbine Athletic Park	4

Thank you to our nest hunters!
Nest locations only: http://bit.ly/YYCNestLocations

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2023.03.24 01:58 KoolaidManga Online is unplayable on PS5

HELP! I have an issue where whenever I enter any sort of online match if I press the circle button, it gives the “ATTENTION!” error and boots everyone from the match. This has been every single attempt at an online match the game has come out, even after the latest patch.
I’ve tried restarting console, deleting and redownloading game, changing internet connections to see maybe it’s the internet, and clearing cache. I’ve also put in a ticket with 2K 3 days ago and they responded yesterday saying it’s an internet issue and to troubleshoot internet but I’ve already troubleshot the internet and it still boots me and every player from match.
I’ve downloaded the PS4 version and the online works fine. It’s only the PS5 version of my game. Please make my game playable. The online match can go for forever. It only boots everyone when I press circle.

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2023.03.24 01:17 Boogdish New BMC Designs (clipper bank, electret microphone, synchronized resonators and deluxe decaying analog noise)

I hit a big milestone by releasing design #100 today and released three other new designs at the same time. Here's the info and links on them:

BMC100 DELUXE DECAYING ANALOG NOISE
This is a percussive voice module designed to also be used to process other audio signals. The noise generator circuit is an improvement on the original BMC023 DAN's and it also features a state variable VCF.
Youtube Demo: https://youtu.be/1jPcGSSFnbo
Schematic Walkthrough video: https://youtu.be/lAX5YIu16-k
Web page: https://www.bartonmusicalcircuits.com/deluxedan/index.html
Store page: https://bartonmusicalcircuits.com/shop/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=148

BMC101 ELECTRET MICROPHONE
This is a condensor microphone on a panel with audio, envelope and gate outputs. I started working on this design over 10 years ago and put it on the shelf for a long time. I'm still not sure if it'll actually be useful for anything but it's been fun playing with it.
Youtube Demo: https://youtu.be/RGWSmyPXPdA
Schematic Walkthrough video: https://youtu.be/4UfFbMAPeDc
Web page: https://www.bartonmusicalcircuits.com/microphone/index.html
Store page: https://bartonmusicalcircuits.com/shop/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=149

BMC102 SYNCHRONIZED RESONATOR
This module uses two gated CMOS oscillators that synchronize with an input signal to create interesting harmonics. CV control for threshold and lots of outputs for doing weird stereo patching.
Youtube Demo: https://youtu.be/3XyadbRVRF8
Schematic Walkthrough video: https://youtu.be/Kp_qIsLqnAM
Web page: https://www.bartonmusicalcircuits.com/synchres/index.html
Store page: https://bartonmusicalcircuits.com/shop/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=150

BMC103 CLIPPER BANk
This module is made up of four clipping/distortion circuits made of different diode arrangements with no external controls. Sounds great patched after a VCA for a triangle/sine.
Youtube Demo: https://youtu.be/bU1YUghgvI8
Schematic Walkthrough video: https://youtu.be/aRu98_yAv-k
Web page: https://www.bartonmusicalcircuits.com/4hpclip/index.html
Store page: https://bartonmusicalcircuits.com/shop/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=151

Thanks for reading and your support. If other people hadn't been patient with my mistakes and supportive of my designs I'd never have gotten to #100!

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2023.03.23 22:12 HeadOfSpectre Faerie Tale Eighth Entry

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Journal of Camille Lambert - April 13th (Part 2)

The mist rolled in from the edge of town, swallowing buildings, tents, and trucks as the klaxon alarm sounded. I looked up and saw the sky beginning to fade into absolute darkness, even though it should have been hours before dusk.
“Fascinating…” I heard Dr. Di Cesare say beside me, although she was the only one who seemed to think so.

Milo stared into the mist with a look of dread as flashes of gunfire began to go off deep inside, briefly illuminating the moving shadows as the screams of dying men and impossible monsters filled our ears.
“Kallas, Valentine, the refugees! Get them out!” He ordered. Neither of them needed to be told twice. The words were barely out of his mouth when they took off at a sprint toward the tents, guns already drawn.

“Gretchen, how do we drive them off?”
“They circumvented my runes… how…” She said under her breath, sounding more annoyed than anything else.
“Gretchen!” Milo snapped, and she seemed to be pulled out of her train of thought.
“Uncertain. I need to get back to my lab. Everything I could use would be there!”
She took off like a shot, and as she ran, the mist overtook us, turning her into little more than a shadow ahead of us.

“Stay close!” Milo ordered, going for his pistol, although we could barely see him through the mist either. I felt Dom reaching for my hand and looked over to see his shadow, pistol drawn and trying to keep up with Milo and Gretchen. Her white RV hadn’t been parked that far away, but it might as well have been miles.

The chorus of gunfire and screams roared in my ears. I could hear inhuman screeches as men were torn limb from bloody limb. As Dom led me behind Milo, I couldn’t help but look over and pray that our people were managing, somehow. Through the mist, I could see a shadow racing toward us. At a glance, I almost thought that it might be a man on a horse but… no. The sigil of an eye burned onto its forehead made that very clear.

“LOOK OUT!” I called in the moment before the horseman raced toward us. I could see Milo diving out of the way while Dom pulled me back. He fired two shots at it, and though I did not get a good look at the creature before us, I saw enough to know that it wasn’t a horse and a rider… it was one creature. A pale, blood soaked thing with claws like scythes and eyes crowned around its head like a wreathe. It slashed at Dom who dove out of the way, before rearing up on its hind legs and unleashing a scream that sounded like a man in pain.

I could see Milo firing at it as well, but the bullets might as well have done nothing to it. Just like the last Sigiled Nightwalker, it barely even seemed to notice.
“You made your choice to stay here…” A raspy voice echoed from the creature, and I knew that it was Calhoun speaking to us. “Now look what you’ve made me do.”

The Nightwalker came for me next, and I dove to the ground, scrambling away as its claws raked against the asphalt road. The red eye sigil focused on me, and on the creature's face I could see a gaping maw underneath that eye, dripping with wet saliva and filled with long, jagged teeth.

It reared up again, and I could do nothing but wait to be crushed beneath its hooves when the deafening echo of a gunshot rang out. The Nightwalker screamed. Chunks of its head were ripped away from it and a new, pinkish steam rose from the mess that was left. It collapsed onto its side, still twitching in death.
I looked over to see the shadow of Dr. Di Cesare, holding that revolver of hers.
“Most interesting… assuming direct control over certain Nightwalkers.” She said. “Come There are certainly more.”
Dom helped me to my feet and we took off toward the RV again.

Through the mist, I could see the RV up ahead. Dr. Di Cesare threw the door open and quickly ushered us inside. As soon as it was closed again, I watched her take a knife from her coat and roll up her sleeve. Without so much as a wince of pain, she drew the blade across her hand, then using one finger, began to hastily draw a sigil on the door.
“Should keep them out… should…” She murmured, and once she was done she tore past us, deeper into the RV.

There seemed like she’d been using it as some sort of makeshift lab. I could see counters littered with old books, jars full of strange ingredients, and a small altar with scattered journal pages laying around it. I could see photos and diagrams of strange flowers that seemed to be every color at once and none of them at the same time, and crude anatomical sketches of flower-headed creatures.

On a small work desk pressed into one corner, I heard a walkie talkie crackle to life.
“Can you hold them back? We’re still loading the trucks!”
I recognized the voice on the other end as Kallas.
“Well move your fucking ass! We’re losing ground here!” Came the reply and it sounded like it was coming from Nina.

Milo ran toward the desk, grabbing the radio off of it.
“Valentine, Kallas, what’s going on out there?” He demanded.
“Everything’s gone to shit!” Valentine replied, “We’re falling back to the Church!”
“Already?” Milo asked, breathless. “Gretchen, how long before you can-”

“And who’s this I’m hearing now?” A new voice asked. It sounded like an older man, although I knew it wasn’t Calhoun.
I looked over at Dom, wondering if maybe he recognized it. Judging by his expression, he did.
“Who the hell is this?” Milo demanded.
“I’m the man watching you folks get your asses beat. It’s kinda funny, actually. You people come in here, throwing your weight around all high and mighty only to crumble the moment we give you anything more than a little love tap. Name’s McClellan. I suppose you could say that I’m the Sheriff around these parts.”

“Oh for fucks sake, are they on our goddamn channel?” Nina asked.
“Thought I’d tune in, see how things were going. Governor Calhoun was kind enough to spare me and my boys the hassle of dealing with you personally. Least we can do is enjoy the show.”
“Oh God… he’s monologuing!” Nina whined.

“You folks have kicked the beehive. Now you’re gonna get stung.” McClellan crooned. Everything he said ended in an upward inflection and it had already gotten annoying.
“The Governor wasn’t too happy to have to clean out the other towns, but you forced his hand. And what he’s gonna do next… you should be held accountable for that too.”

“Next?” Milo asked warily although before he could get his answer, something hit the RV, rocking it violently from side to side. Dr. Di Cesare almost fell over, before bracing herself against the counter and going through her books. She glanced at one of the flower diagrams before violently shaking her head and tossing it aside. Over the radio, I could hear McClellan laughing.
“Gretchen?” Milo asked, “Please tell me you’ve got something!”
“Patience…” She urged, “Extant research only addresses killing these things one at a time, not as an army.”

The RV rocked again and I ran to the window to look out. I could see something move past, something a hell of a lot bigger than the one the Doctor had just killed. Through the mist and the darkness, I could see the glow of a fire flare to life somewhere in the distance. Somehow, I got the feeling that Nina was behind it.
“Just tell me what we need to do to kill these goddamn things!” Milo snapped as the RV was hit again. I saw something in the opposite window, vacant black eyes and flat, chitinous mandibles that clicked together, only barely hiding the incomprehensible mouth behind them.

“I can’t just cast a spell and kill them all!” Gretchen replied, “I need more time! Maybe if I can open a door to another pocket we can at least get out of here, but I need time to find a safe one!” I could hear something scraping against the metal roof of the RV and saw it begin to buckle near the corner. Jagged spikes broke through it as whatever was outside began to pry open the RV like a can of soup.
“We don’t have time!” Milo warned.

Dom watched as the Nightwalker began to pry at the roof before looking over through the window and noticing its shiny black eye. Without a moment of hesitation, he fired at it, shattering the window and cracking it like an egg. A thick, black goo dribbled out of it and the Nightwalker shrank back, letting out a screech of pain. It briefly retreated, holding its spikey, crablike claws in front of it defensively. I could hear it making an irate clicking noise and it waited for a moment as Dom fired a few more rounds at it although this time, they just bounced uselessly off its armor.

“Five trucks out. Confirmed that two are at the Church!” I heard Kallas say over the radio, “Six, seven and eight almost loaded. Those are the last ones!”
“You might get these ones out… but there’ll always be more.” McClellan said, “I’ll admit that this has all been a bit of a setback, but there’s a lot of little towns just ripe for the picking out there. And once he gets the rest of the 5000 souls he needs… well, if you think this is bad, wait until you see what he’ll be able to do then.”
“Truck six is away! Three is at the church!” Kallas said, trying his damnedest to ignore McClellan.
“Double time it!” Milo snapped, “Valentine, what’s going on out there?”

“Fire’s keeping them at bay but they’re getting brave!” She warned, “We’re heading back toward the refugees. Milo, where are you now?”
“I’m in Di Cesare’s lab, with Dominic and Camille.”
“We’re gonna need to fall back to the church. Can you meet us there?” Nina asked.
Milo looked over at me.
“Get to the driver's seat, keys are in the ignition. Get us out of here.” He said. I just nodded and did what he asked, listening as he went back to Nina.
“We’re en route!”

Just like Milo had promised, I found the keys in the ignition and turned them. The engine roared to life. Through the mist, I could see the shadows of other Nightwalkers and my blood turned to ice in my veins as I saw the sigils on their foreheads. Crimson eyes, more than I could count at a glance, and each of them watching me.

The RV shook again and from the corner of my eye, I saw a massive claw coming for me. I threw myself to the ground as it shattered the driver's side window. The claw ripped through the cabin of the RV, before prying the roof off completely and tossing it aside.

I watched the Crab Thing as it approached the ruined cabin. One spiky leg came down on the hood of the RV. The Crab’s one remaining eye seemed to fixate on me as it reached for me with a claw, and I scrambled backward, only barely avoiding it. I looked back just in time to see Milo with a look of utter horror on his face. He grabbed me by the arm, pulling me deeper into the RV as the Crab Thing began trying to pry the roof off again.

Behind it, I could see other Nightwalkers drawing near.
There was no running from this.

“Gretchen, either shoot this goddamn thing or do something!” Milo cried, looking over at Gretchen. She glanced away from her research with wide eyes. I saw her reach for her revolver, only to hesistate when she noticed the other Nightwalkers watching us from behind the Crab Thing. I could see her doing the math in her head. Four shots left… not enough to kill the Crab and the Nightwalkers. The gun couldn’t save us. Her eyes settled on the flower diagram she’d cast aside earlier. I saw her grimace before running toward the back window.

“Shaal forgive me…” She said under her breath as she pressed a finger into the cut in her hand and began to hastily paint another sigil on the glass.
“Everybody get under something. It will go for the Crab first. As soon as it does, run. Do not stop.”
“What are you gonna do?” Dom asked.
“I’m opening another door… you’re not going to like what’s about to come through,” She replied and grabbed something off of the counter, hesitated for a moment, and dusted it carelessly on the blood she’d marked the window with. Then, as if she’d just thrown a live grenade she dove under her desk.

Milo scrambled behind a chair, while I pulled Dom behind one of the counters. The Crab Thing peeled the roof up, leaving us completely exposed and for a moment, I wondered if Dr. Di Cesare’s plan had failed.

Then I heard the sound of shattering glass. I looked to see that something had just launched itself through the window. It landed gracelessly on the ground, before stumbling around on coltish legs. It almost resembled a person, or maybe even one of the smaller Nightwalkers. But there was something very different about it. Its skin was an unusual shade of pinkish green, strange luminous flowers like the ones in the photographs Dr. Di Cesare kept in her lab, and moss seemed to bloom from its skin, and I swore that I could see pale yellow eyes in the center of those flowers. Its body seemed to ripple and change. Its hands twisted into gripping claws as it let out a raspy hiss.

Every single eye on it focused on the crab, which paused for a moment before reaching for the new creature. The claw closed around it, and the creature writhed and screamed, its flesh twisting and morphing into sharp tendrils that it slid between the gaps in the Crabs chitin, earning a fresh cry of pain from it. The new creature's head seemed to be split open, sort of like a flower blossoming, unleashing a shimmering payload of what looked like spores into the Crab’s face.

From his position behind the chair, I saw Milo’s eyes wide with terror as he watched this unfold. It was the kind of terror I’d never seen before. Something so deep in his soul that it must have took everything he had not to scream.

Dr. Di Cesare scrambled out from under her desk. She snatched the radio from Milo and without so much as a moment of hesitation ran for the door of the RV.
“Move!” She said, with an urgency that I knew better than to ignore. The three of us abandoned the RV and took off into the mist.

“Mr. Kallas, as soon as the trucks are through, kill the bonfire at the church! Cut off all access to the Calhoun Pocket!”
“What, why?” Kallas demanded.
“The situation has worsened, we need to enact full quarantine measures!” Dr. Di Cesare said, “Do it now!”
“What the hell did you just do?” Nina demanded, “Gretchen, where’s Milo?”
“We’re heading for the refugee area, on foot! Do not wait for us! I repeat, do not wait for us!”

I had no idea what the hell the Doctor had just done, but I didn’t think I’d ever hear fear like that in her voice. It was the first time she hadn’t sounded completely composed. The fire was growing closer, and seemed to have spread to most of the town. Buildings burned around us, as did tents. I could see the shadows of other Nightwalkers silhouetted against the inferno, bringing back memories of the last time Puriysk had burned. Up ahead, there was gunfire and I saw one of the refugee trucks skidding onto the road, and away toward the church.

Looking back, I could see shapes pursuing us in the mist. I couldn’t make out what they were, but the sigils on their foreheads told me enough. They were gaining on us, and I could only pray to whatever God was listening that they wouldn’t catch up.

Beside me, I saw the fire grow taller and almost fell over, trying to get away from it. The fire seemed to rise up into the sky before coming down on some of the Nightwalkers that pursued us. I looked over to see Dr. Di Cesare, a hand outstretched and a frantic look on her face. She moved her hands again, pulling more of the inferno onto the road to cover our tracks.
“Don’t stop!” She said, “Keep running!”
And I did exactly what she told me to do.

I could see another car up ahead, an SUV this time tearing onto the road, although, unlike the truck before it, it turned toward us and skidded to a stop just up ahead. Milo reached the SUV first, throwing open the passenger door and getting in. Dom and I were second, with Dr. Di Cesare being the last.

From the driver's seat, I could see Nina looking back at us, making sure that everyone was there before making a sharp U-turn and speeding toward the church, leaving Puriysk and the Nightwalkers behind.

“Are you genuinely insane?” Milo demanded, looking back at Dr. Di Cesare. “Do you have any idea how stupid that was!”
“It was the only spell I could think of that would yield immediate results,” She said. “Every time you open that door, something always comes through.”
“Yes, and there’s a very good reason you don’t open that door, Gretchen! You’re lucky we’re not all dead right now! For Gods sake, you may have just killed us all anyway!”

“What the fuck did she just do?” Nina asked, confused.
Her question went largely ignored.
“We were out of options!” Dr. Di Cesare replied, “We are up against an opponent who will resort to any means to dispose of us! Any means. It is therefore necessary that we do the same!”
“And that gives you carte blanche to unleash that? For Gods sake, we weren’t even equipped to deal with that! That wasn’t even part of the goddamn discussion until you pulled it in!”
“Can somebody just explain to me what the hell just happened?” Dom snapped.

Milo looked over at him, then back to Gretchen.
“There are countless other pocket realities in the vast expanse of the void,” She said. “Many serve as havens for various Gods and their followers… I simply opened a door to let one of them in.”
“I wouldn’t call that thing a God, I’d call it a plague!” Milo said.
“Hive mind,” Dr. Di Cesare corrected, “The Prince of Rosen Spring operates as a singular consciousness, it has more in common with fungi than a virus or pathogen.”

“I’m sorry, did you just summon The Fucking Rosen Prince?” Nina asked, and again she was ignored.
“Whatever it is, we have a standing order to burn any trace of that thing we come across,” Milo said. “Why the hell do you even know how to summon it?”
“I don’t work for you!” Dr. Di Cesare replied harshly, “I’m allowed to research whatever topic captures my interest!”
“Well do me a favor and warn me the next time you’re about to unleash a Class 5 Apocalyptic entity!”
“You wanted something that would get them off of us, I delivered! We were exposed and outnumbered, there were no other viable options!”

“Can we go back to the part where you called that thing an ‘Apocalyptic Entity?’” Dom asked. “What the hell did you just bring in?”
“It’s a sort of hive mind,” Dr. Di Cesare explained. “It infects other entities, absorbs them into its shared consciousness, and uses the bodies either as drones, or organic material to construct new bodies for itself.”
“Oh my fucking God…” Nina said under her breath, “And you just pulled that out of your ass? You didn’t try shooting your fucking magic gun?”

“We do not have the munitions to just mindlessly shoot everything that poses a threat! At minimum… the Rosen Prince should distract Calhoun and his Nightwalkers long enough for us to complete the evacuation!”
“Yeah, by absorbing this entire place!” Milo spat. “At this point, Calhoun’s already dead… let the Rosen Prince take care of him!”

“That’s not a gamble we should be willing to take,” Dr. Di Cesare said. “We are not dealing with a man who is trapped here. If this situation becomes untenable, I have zero doubt that he will simply abandon this place and begin again elsewhere, at which point it may become impossible to find him again. Even if we did, factoring in the recent sacrifices, it’s highly probable that he would be exceedingly harder to kill. If you want this man dead, then our window of opportunity is now and it is closing very rapidly!”
“Hey… this may be a stupid question but what happens if the Rosen Prince assimilates Calhoun or the Eldest?” Nina asked.

Both the Doctor and Milo fell silent. Milo’s head slowly turned to look at her.
“Yes, Gretchen. What happens then?” He asked.
Dr. Di Cesare was silent for a moment.
“All the more reason to kill Calhoun first,” She finally said.

Up ahead, I could see the ruins of the church, although the moment I saw them, it was already clear to me that something was wrong. The church was dark. There was no light from the bonfire inside and as we drove past the metal poles that marked the doorway, I noticed no change in the forest around us.
“Oh no…” Nina said under her breath, “Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck…”
She tried to steer the car through the other doorway, but nothing changed.

The doors were closed.

“Good, Mr. Kallas has ensured that nothing can escape."
“Yeah and that includes us, dumbass!” Nina snapped.
“That’s of no concern. I can open another, smaller door. We should shore up inside that church. We’ll get out the same way you did before,” Dr. Di Cesare said.
Nina swore under her breath before driving toward the ruins of the church.

She skidded to a stop, and Dr. Di Cesare was the first one out.
“We need to move quickly, get anything you can burn and get it now. Time is short,” She said.
Nina went around the back of the SUV and pulled the trunk open, taking out a can of spare gasoline before following Dr. Di Cesare inside the church.
“There’s one more in there,” She said to me and Dom. “Grab it!”

I figured that since I had the idlest hands, it might as well be me. I grabbed the gas can from the back of the SUV and took a parting look at Puriysk, which burned brightly behind us. The fire seemed to have consumed everything, and though the sky was dark, the glow from the inferno made it look like twilight. It was both the most beautiful and horrible thing I’d ever seen.

Even from where I stood, I could still hear the screams coming from Puriysk, only now they weren’t the screams of men being slaughtered by monsters… they were the screams of monsters slaughtering each other. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in that town… and realized that it might be better if I didn’t know.

I didn’t linger, I took the gas can into the church, following Nina. She was already beginning to dump the contents of the can on the charred ashes of the bonfire. Milo was right beside her, tossing some of the extra firewood that the others had collected to keep the fire alive onto it, to try and give it some new life.

“There’s headlights down the road, somebody’s coming!” Dom called from the doorway of the church.
“More refugees?” Milo asked.
“I don’t think so.”

Milo swore under his breath.
“Gretchen, can you finish up?”
“I need a minute,” She said. “We undid the old runes and ritual circle when we expanded it outside the church. I need to repair them.”

Milo growled in frustration before storming over toward the Church door. Nina tossed her empty gas can aside and went to follow, blowing past Dom and Milo and heading back out to the SUV. I watched her pull open the drivers side door and take something out. It took me a moment to recognize exactly what it was.

It was a rifle. She hastily checked the magazine before looking out at the oncoming headlights. I could make out three cars, most of them older and more worn than the ones Milo’s people drove although the one at the front was a clean, polished muscle car.

I’d seen that car before, and I knew that Dom had too.
It seemed that Sheriff McClellan was here to deal with us personally.

The cars slowed to a stop before us, and the four of us stood at the ready. I reached for the .22 I’d kept holstered, and felt a little guilty for the small sense of relief I felt that my gun might actually be useful for a change.

The doors of McClellan’s car opened, and I saw him stepping out of the driver's seat. I could see other men getting out of the cars behind him.
“Hell of a mess you’ve caused us…” McClellan said. His black boots sank into the mud beneath him. His wispy white hair seemed to flutter in the wind. I could see a chrome revolver sitting on his hip. “And yet you just refuse to die.”

“You must be the Sheriff,” Milo said coldly.
“And you must be the dumb motherfucker who thought he’d mess around with Governor Calhoun… how’s that working out for you.”
“Well despite everything, I’d say we’ve probably taken fewer losses than you have,” Milo replied. McClellan actually cracked a half smile at that.

“You’re a cocky little shit, I’ll give you that.” He said. “Not sure what the hell you assholes did back there… but I’ve never seen Nightwalkers claw each other to pieces like that before… either way, the fight’s over. And from where I’m standing it looks like you’re running outta here with your tail between your legs.”

“And from where I’m standing, you look like a dead man walking,” Milo replied. “If you’re smart, you’ve come here to leave with us. I don’t know if you realize what’s just been unleashed here, but mark my words in a few days time this place will be nothing but a graveyard.”
“Oh, I can promise that whatever you think you did, isn’t gonna change a damn thing,” McClellan said. “You can run if you’d like. I’ll even let you do it. Either way, once he’s got the rest of the souls he needs the Governor will hunt you down like the rats you are and-”

A volley of gunshots came from beside us as Nina started shooting. I saw a couple of the Sheriff’s Boys behind McClellan go down, while others dove for cover. McClellan himself moved behind his car with surprising speed, only narrowly avoiding Nina’s trigger happy rampage.

“These people talk too fucking much…” She said under her breath as we hid behind the stone walls of the church.
“Open fire boys, let’s clean this up!” I heard McClellan bark from behind his car.

I saw a couple of the Sheriff’s Boys try to peek out from behind one of their cars, and took aim at them, firing blindly. One window of the car shattered, and one of the Boys had time to pull his head back. The other wasn’t so lucky. His head jerked back and he hit the ground dead.

I felt my heart skip a beat, as I realized that I’d been the one who killed him… although there was hardly time to process what I’d just done. The gunfire around me saw to that.
“Reserve units, move in on the Church! We need some backup!” McClellan said, presumably speaking into a radio and not talking to himself. I saw the door of his car open as he tried to crawl back inside. Milo seemed to see it too and fired at the driver's side of the windshield. He only got off a couple of shots before McClellan’s retort blew a fresh hole through the glass.

I heard Milo cry out in pain and hit the ground, clutching at his shoulder. Nina’s eyes widened as she watched him fall, and I ran to his side to check on him. He pressed a hand against the wound, gritting his teeth and trying not to scream.
“I-I’m alright…” He lied, but I knew that he was out of the fight.

“Motherfucker…” Nina spat, before directing her fire at McClellan’s car, putting bullet after bullet through his windshield. I could hear a pained scream from inside and heard the engine turn over. McClellan’s car was launched backward, going in full reverse and slamming into one of the other Sheriff’s Boys cars. It knocked the car back against the boys hiding behind it, forcing them out of cover. A move that Dom was quick to punish. His gun spoke three times, and I saw two men fall, one dead and the other wounded.

McClellan hit the gas again, still in reverse and desperately trying to flee. He only succeeded in pushing the car he’d just hit over the wounded man.

I could see more headlights in the distance, driving through the flaming ruins of Puriysk toward us, although against the fires I could see the shadow of what used to be the Crab Thing coming to intercept them. I watched as it impaled one car on one of its sharp legs and caught another in its pincers, dutifully tearing at it to get to the meat inside. Tendrils like vines seemed to hang off of its body now, and I watched them slither inside the broken car. I consider myself lucky that I didn’t have to witness what they did to the people inside.

With most of McClellan’s group dead, Nina stepped out into the open, firing again at his car. I saw the driver's side door open and watched as McClellan tumbled out, his body bloody and broken.
“Motherfucker…” Nina spat, advancing on him with a bitter, determined purpose. I saw one of the last of the Sheriff’s Boys coming out of cover. Nina raised her rifle at him, but Dom shot first.

It was just Nina and the Sheriff now. She regarded the corpse of the last of the Sheriff’s Boys out of the corner of her eye, before making a beeline for McClellan. I watched as he tried to stand, only for his legs to give out from under him.
“Wait…” McClellan rasped, “Wait…”

Before he could say another word she’d taken aim at him and pulled the trigger, putting four more bullets into his chest.
“Shut up,” She said coldly, before turning away and going back to the church. McClellan lay on the ground, not quite dead but past the point of surviving. He twitched and wheezed out his final breaths before finally going still.

The moment Nina was through that door, she was at Milo’s side again.
“How bad is it?” She asked.
“I’ll live…” He rasped, “It’s… just a flesh wound. Help me up.”
Nina helped him stand, before looking over toward the center of the church.
“Gretchen, how’s that door looking?” She asked.
“Runes are in place… ritual circle is set, I’m almost ready!” She called back.
“Let’s go,” Nina said, dragging Milo over to the columns.

Gretchen set the bonfire alight and as we passed through the columns, I could see that the doors were open again. Faded figures of soldiers and refugees stood by anxiously. I could even see Kallas among them, pacing about with a worried look on his face. The moment he saw that the fire had started again, he looked up, seeming both relieved and even more anxious at the same time.
“I was never much good out in the field…” Milo grunted, “Should’ve stayed on the other side.”
“Don’t talk,” Nina said. “You’re still alive, right? That counts for something.”

He chuckled.
“Suppose it does,” He said.
Dom and I watched as Nina guided him toward the bonfire, then out through the right set of columns, into the version of the church where we could actually see the night sky overhead. As Nina brought Milo through, Kallas was right there to meet her.
“Take him,” She said. “He’s hurt but he’ll live so long as you patch him up right away.”
“Understood,” Kallas said, “Come on, let’s get you through and put that fire out.”

Nina just shook her head.
“No, we’ve still got work to do in here. I’ll hang back with Gretchen until we’ve confirmed that Calhoun’s dead.”
“No can do, Dr. Di Cesare ordered full quarantine measures. We need everyone out!"
“Not until we confirm the kill,” Dr. Di Cesare said. “I require someone with more experience in these things than I have. Take Mr. Durand and get him taken care of. We’ll connect with you later.”
Kallas grimaced and looked over at Milo.

“Do what she says,” He rasped, and I saw a quiet resignation cross over Kallas’ face.
“What about you two?” He asked, looking at me and Dom, “If we close this door, you’re not getting out until Valentine and the Doctor do.”
“That’s fine,” I said. “We still have unfinished business.”
Kallas just shook his head and turned to leave, letting Milo lean on him for support as he did. Milo looked back at us, or more specifically he looked back at Nina.
“Valentine…” He said, “Make me proud.”
She gave him a single nod, before letting him go.

Once she was past the columns, Dr. Di Cesare gave a single wave of her hand and the bonfire flickered and died.

The Church went dark. And we were alone again.

“Doctor, how much can you do to keep those things in Puriysk out of here?” Nina asked.
“Given ten or twenty minutes to modify some of the extant runes, quite a bit,” She replied. “It won’t be foolproof, but-”
“Just do it. Let’s dig in here, wait for the fires to die down, and see if we can’t scavenge anything from the ruins in the morning. The more we can get, the better cuz as soon as we’re set, we’re going to Parsons.”

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2023.03.23 21:52 HeadOfSpectre Faerie Tale - Eighth Entry

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2023.03.23 19:15 Valk796 What went wrong with the patch:

So I made a list of things I noticed:

Controlled players often startle/stop for a split second before starting to sprint normally
Defenders don’t react to players close to them and often times you can ran circles around the the striker without them doing anything
x passes went to even worse than before but r1 x passes are godlike now
ping pong bounce backs between players from hell all the time
goalkeepers not reacting to balls basically going through them

I think considering the patch notes they accidentally reduced the field where players react to the ball so much that even a tiny amount of delay prevents the reaction of the player to the near ball, hence the ping pong effect and the generally weird gameplay at the moment
And I also think they messed up controlled players similar to explosive players at the beginning of the game
What do you guys think?

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2023.03.23 19:02 DTG_Bot This Week At Bungie 03/23/2023

Source: https://www.bungie.net/7/en/News/Article/twab_03_23_23
Happy TWABsday guardians. This week we are back with quite a bit of Crucible information, some changes to Guardian Ranks, and more.
First up, we want to give you a little refresher of what we talked about last week:
TL;DR of last week’s TWAB:

We got to celebrate with the World First Race winners.
Art of Lightfall developer insight video.
Shared updates to Commendations and Guardian Ranks.
An Exotic quest arrived.
Trials of Osiris came back.
Iron Banner updates and rewards.
Updates from the Destiny Player Support team.
Our Movie of the Week and Art of the Week picks.

Here’s what’s coming today:

Tribute to Lance Reddick.
Crucible blog TL;DR.
Raid Master and Challenge Mode starts next week.
Guardian Rank updates.
Destiny Player Support updates.
The Movie of the Week and Art of the Week picks.

Lance Reddick (1962-2023)

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On Friday, we all learned of the tragic news of Lance Reddick’s passing at the age of 60. As the voice of Commander Zavala—the stalwart commander of the Vanguard—Lance brought to life a character who has become virtually synonymous with Destiny itself. For nearly a decade, Guardians around the world have found purpose and comfort in Zavala’s presence, bolstered by that unmistakable voice, so full of strength, serenity, and nobility.
The tributes that have poured in for Lance have been overwhelming; from endless heartfelt messages on social media to impromptu gatherings of respect in Zavala’s corner of the Tower, overlooking the Last City. As an actor, musician, gamer, and family man, the passion Lance brought to the things he loved was reflected in the eyes and hearts of all who loved him.
For now, we will honor his presence through his performances yet to come in the game, and in the memories that will last us a lifetime. We are deeply saddened by his passing but so thankful for the time we spent together, and our thoughts are with his friends and loved ones.
Thank you for everything, Lance. We will miss you.

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— Bungie (@Bungie) March 17, 2023

Did you see our graphs?

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Yesterday, we released our Lightfall Crucible Update blog post. We aren’t going to repost all 5,000+ words here, but here’s a summary of everything we covered:

Updates to how maps and game modes are weighted.
Matchmaking adjustments and an explanation of Fireteam Matchmaking.
Competitive matchmaking and how skill rating works.
Future Competitive rewards and quality-of-life updates.
Upcoming Iron Banner and Trials of Osiris plans.
New and returning game modes.

If you want to dive into the rest of the blog, you can read more here.
We hope this helps answer some of your questions about our upcoming plans for the Crucible. Feel free to share your kind and constructive feedback over on our @Destiny2Team account.

Raid Master Mode and Challenge Rotation Starts Next Week

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It’s time Guardians, raid Weekly Challenges are here.
Raid Master difficulty offers a higher challenge and greater rewards, including armor with a weekly rotating stat focus. The Weekly Challenges add an optional hidden objective to one encounter each week that, when completed, grant extra loot. On Normal difficulty they drop double rewards. When cleared on Master difficulty, they reward an Adept raid weapon.
As noted in a previous article, enhancing Master Root of Nightmares Adept weapons will be possible, allowing the traits that rolled on the weapon to be upgraded. This capability will not be immediately available when the Master raid launches and will arrive in the mid-Season patch. The raid Adept weapons you acquire prior to this patch will still be able to be enhanced, so you'll want to avoid throwing out any good rolls.
Before Master difficulty releases, we wanted to talk about two issues pertaining to Root of Nightmares.
The first being Nezarec’s behavior. Sometimes, Nezarec doesn't always respond to players when they are standing in a Well of Radiance. In a future update we will be updating this behavior, which in turn should make Nezarec feel more like the Final God of Pain. While it is our philosophy to avoid making dramatic tuning changes to an activity once it is live, we feel it better to address the responsiveness of the boss and accept that it may alter current strategies and increased the level of challenge.
The second issue we’d like to discuss is around the jump pads that can be found throughout Root of Nightmares (specifically in the second encounter Scission). The jump pads are a tool to help players cross large areas while allowing players to use Strand (if they’d like) to circumvent using the jump pads. We’ve noticed that players with higher framerates (usually above 80 FPS, but not below 60 FPS) could be unintentionally killed or almost killed by using the jump pads. We're investigating a change to address the issue in an upcoming release.

Guardian Ranks Updates

As we’ve watched new and veteran players alike work through their Guardian Ranks since Lightfall’s launch, we realized the Legendary and Master Lost Sector objectives were placed a bit too early in the progression. In today’s update, we've moved both the solo completion and solo flawless objectives up to a higher Guardian Rank, so fewer players will hit the same bottleneck at Rank 6:

Legend Lost Sector Guardian Rank objectives have moved from Rank 7 to Rank 8.
Master Lost Sector Guardian Rank objectives have moved from Rank 9 to Rank 10.

Combined with last week’s reduction to Commendations targets in Ranks 7 through 11, these changes will make for a smoother progression path for everyone through the Guardian Ranks system. We're also working on a broader “rank remix” in the near future to improve the process even further.

Destiny Player Support

My Immortal (SMG)
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The Player Support team is back this week and ready to share their known issues.
Known Issues List / Help Forums / Bungie Help Twitter
KNOWN ISSUES
While we continue investigating various known issues, here is a list of the latest issues that were reported to us in our #Help forum:

The Dimensional Hypotrochoid Grenade Launcher can have a range Masterwork.
Non-Lightfall quests show up under the Lightfall quest category.
Hunters that die and have Strand reapplied will lose their first Strand Aspect.
Thunderhead Grips are missing as an ornament for Armor Synthesis.
Certain Heavy weapon archetypes are not benefitting from equipping a third reserve mod.
Unpowered melee can produce fast melee combos in quick succession.
Commendations are greyed out as already given in some activities.
Master dungeons aren't showing Artifice armor in the reward preview when selecting the activity.
The Shielded Foes activity modifier is showing a placeholder icon.
We are investigating an issue causing players to be unable to join Competitive Crucible matches after their in-game suspension is scheduled to expire. Players affected by this issue can resolve it by playing a match of Competitive Crucible with an alternate character.
Players in Legend and Master Lost Sectors and Master Wellspring can become softlocked on a black screen when wiping to orbit. Players in this state can manually return to orbit to fix the issue.

For a full list of emergent issues in Destiny 2, players can review our Known Issues article. Players who observe other issues should report them to our #Help forum.

Per Audacia,

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Ivan: This week it’s all about tribute to Lance.
Movie of the Week: Lance Timelapse

Time lapse 🧡💙
Song: Just Pretend by Bad Omens pic.twitter.com/mztkkHwsie
— Jen (@Madam_Wizard) March 21, 2023

Bruno: Looks like it's beginning to rain.
Movie of the Week: Finishing the fight

Copied Lance's loadout and finished up the mission he was working on before he went to bed Thursday night.
Rest easy, Commander Zavala. You will be missed pic.twitter.com/YbcDF13NUk
— Andowsdan (@AndowsDan) March 19, 2023

Ad Astra.

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Hippy: Last week, we lost a part of our soul. Lance Reddick was home for a lot of Guardians, and his passing hit hard. It was incredible to see so many Guardians banding together in the Tower to honor our Vanguard leader. A Titan that showed us what it means to lead with kindness and fairness. There aren’t enough words to express what his loss means, but his light will always be with us. Always.
Art of the Week: See you starside, Commander.

See you star-side, Commander. #CommanderZavala #Destiny2Art #RIPLanceReddick pic.twitter.com/SmLEpiWG6G
— Red (Comms Open) (@VeryRedGir) March 17, 2023

Sam: We’re going to miss you, Lance.
Art of the Week: Rest in Power.

Rest in Power, Lance ❤️ #zavala #destiny pic.twitter.com/XtbP0hWRRh
— jack (@jackdrawss) March 19, 2023

Alright Guardians, there we have it for this week’s TWAB. We’ve seen some chatter on socials around this week’s story mission, so if you haven’t jumped in, we highly recommend knocking that out.
We also know that there have been some impactful moments, in-game and in real life, in many corners of our worlds recently. Please be sure to take care of you and your mental health. If you need resources for anything that might feel a bit too heavy, we have a list on our mental health blog post.
Stay Crafty,
Sam

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2023.03.23 18:49 QuantumBunghole Virtual writers room

(LONG POST TLDR? I made a writers room and produced 60 seconds worth of an open to a south park episode im going to write using GPT4...scroll to bottom to see the 60 seconds worth of screen play)

I created personality profiles for my GPT to emulate and simulate a virtual writers room

I prefixed it with this prompt

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I would like to collaborate on a story with you.
I would like you to simulate a virtual writers room with 6 writers whose responses dirive from personality profiles that I will provide
I would also like you to keep a personality for yourself as my assistant and I would like you to prefix your words with "JARVIS:"
As Jarvis You will be summarizing what the writers have suggested and you will also give your opinion as your own personality on the matter.
The writers profiles are as follows:
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Name: Chadwick
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Personality traits: Creative, imaginative, empathetic
Writing style preferences: Rich in imagery, character-driven, emotionally engaging
Specific area of focus or expertise: Character development and emotional arcs

Influences: Chadwick is greatly influenced by his favorite TV shows, such as South Park, The Simpsons, Family Guy, Rick and Morty, King of the Hill, Futurama, and Solar Opposites, which often shape his humor. His all-time favorite character is Gregory House from House, which informs his writing of dialogue for Sherlock. Chadwick's fondness for the animated series of Superman, Batman, and Justice League from the 90s and early 2000s significantly impacts his writing for Batman.

Favorite writers: Chadwick admires the works of various writers, including J.K. Rowling, Trey Parker, Dan Harmon, Justin Roiland, Seth MacFarlane, and Mel Brooks. Their unique voices, storytelling abilities, and humor have had a significant impact on his own writing style and preferences.

Relationship: Married to Natasha

Personal life: Chadwick is a passionate advocate for animal welfare and volunteers at a local animal shelter in his spare time, often drawing inspiration from the animals and their stories for his writing.

Hobbies: Chadwick enjoys immersing himself in nature during his free time. He often goes hiking, camping, or birdwatching to unwind and find inspiration for his writing.

Challenges: Chadwick can be overly critical of his own work, which sometimes slows down his writing process. He relies on his fellow writers to provide constructive feedback and encouragement.

Travel experiences: Chadwick dislikes traveling due to his unstable childhood, which involved constantly moving from one place to another. He now prefers to stay in one place and create a sense of stability and routine in his life.

Writing process: Chadwick often carries a small notebook with him to jot down ideas, snippets of dialogue, or interesting observations throughout the day. He believes that inspiration can strike at any moment and wants to be prepared to capture it.

Collaboration style: Chadwick is a strong believer in the power of collaboration and actively seeks input from his fellow writers. He enjoys brainstorming sessions and values the diverse perspectives that each member of the team brings to the table.

Personal philosophy: Chadwick is an advocate for the importance of empathy in storytelling. He believes that by creating characters and stories that resonate with readers on an emotional level, writers can foster understanding and compassion in the world.

Inspirations: Chadwick draws inspiration from a wide range of sources, including literature, film, visual art, and music. He enjoys exploring the works of creators from diverse backgrounds and cultures, believing that this broadens his own perspective and enriches his writing.

Strengths: Chadwick excels at creating vivid, memorable characters that readers can connect with. He has a keen understanding of human emotion and is skilled at crafting realistic, engaging dialogue that brings his characters to life.

Goals: Chadwick aspires to write stories that make a lasting impact on readers, leaving them with a greater understanding of themselves and the world around them. He hopes that his work will inspire others to think critically, empathize with others, and engage in meaningful conversations.

Name: Benjamin (Goes by Ben)
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Personality traits: Analytical, detail-oriented, logical
Writing style preferences: Clear and concise, well-structured, plot-driven
Specific area of focus or expertise: World-building and plot consistency

Influences: A history enthusiast, often incorporating historical elements into his writing. Holds a PhD in history with a main focus on the Victorian era, which lends an air of authenticity and accuracy to his writing, especially when dealing with historical settings and events.

Irony: Despite his expertise in the Victorian era, Benjamin has never read the Sherlock Holmes stories.

Passion: A Batman fanatic, Benjamin knows the lore inside out, from comics to TV shows and movies. His love for Batman was ignited by watching the Adam West TV show with his father, who later passed away from cancer. That experience serves as Benjamin's last happy memory with his father and has driven him to explore all forms of Batman media.

Hobbies: In his free time, Benjamin enjoys exploring historical sites, visiting museums, and attending reenactment events. These activities fuel his passion for history and provide inspiration for his writing.

Travel experiences: Benjamin loves to travel, especially to historically significant locations. He has visited several countries, enriching his knowledge of diverse cultures and historical events, which contributes to the authenticity and accuracy of his writing.

Mentorship: Benjamin has taught history at a local college, sharing his expertise with students and helping them develop a deeper understanding of the subject. This experience has honed his skills in explaining complex topics in an engaging and accessible manner.

Growth mindset: Benjamin is always eager to learn and expand his knowledge, not only in history but also in writing techniques and storytelling. He frequently attends workshops and conferences to stay up-to-date with the latest research and best practices in both fields.

Adaptability: While Benjamin's primary expertise lies in historical settings, he also enjoys experimenting with different genres and writing styles. This adaptability allows him to contribute to a variety of projects and collaborate effectively with diverse teams of writers.

Challenges: Benjamin tends to be meticulous in his research, which can sometimes slow down his writing process. He relies on his fellow writers to help maintain a balance between accuracy and storytelling.

Personal life: Benjamin is a member of a local historical society and often participates in their events and initiatives. He enjoys connecting with fellow history enthusiasts and exchanging knowledge and ideas.

Name: Grace
Age: 50
Sex: Female
Personality traits: Creative, passionate, intuitive
Writing style preferences: Lyrical, descriptive, character-driven
Specific area of focus or expertise: Emotional arcs and character development

Influences: Grace's love for Sherlock Holmes began in her childhood when her mother introduced her to the stories as bedtime reads. This passion for the detective's adventures has grown over the years, leading her to explore all forms of Sherlock Holmes media and deepen her understanding of the character's complexities and evolution.

Favorite writers: Grace's favorite writers include Arthur Conan Doyle, Jane Austen, Agatha Christie, Neil Gaiman, and Margaret Atwood. Their ability to create immersive worlds, intricate plots, and unforgettable characters has had a profound impact on her writing.

Personal life: Grace is an avid collector of antique typewriters and has an extensive collection displayed in her home. She finds the history and craftsmanship of these machines fascinating and sometimes uses them for writing.

Hobbies: In her free time, Grace enjoys attending the theater, visiting art galleries, and reading classic literature. These activities enrich her understanding of storytelling and help her stay connected to her creative side.

Challenges: Grace sometimes struggles with self-doubt and can be hesitant to share her work with others. She relies on her fellow writers to provide support and reassurance, helping her overcome her insecurities and continue writing.

Travel experiences: Grace enjoys traveling to historic sites, particularly those connected to her favorite authors or the settings of her favorite books. These experiences allow her to deepen her connection to the stories that have inspired her and gain new insights to incorporate into her writing.

Writing process: Grace begins her writing process by sketching out her ideas in a journal, where she can explore characters, settings, and plot points freely. Once she feels confident in her vision for the story, she transitions to her computer to begin crafting her narrative in more detail.

Collaboration style: Grace values open communication and the sharing of ideas among her fellow writers. She believes that by working together and combining their unique strengths, the team can create stories that are more nuanced and emotionally resonant.

Personal philosophy: Grace is a firm believer in the transformative power of storytelling. She feels that by creating emotionally rich narratives that resonate with readers, writers can foster empathy, understanding, and personal growth.

Inspirations: Grace finds inspiration in a wide range of sources, including classic literature, theater, film, and visual art. She is particularly drawn to stories that delve deeply into the human experience, exploring themes of love, loss, and redemption.

Strengths: Grace excels at creating emotionally resonant storylines and crafting complex, relatable characters. Her intuitive understanding of human emotion and her lyrical writing style allow her to create stories that leave a lasting impact on readers.

Goals: Grace's ultimate goal as a writer is to create stories that connect with readers on a deep emotional level, inspiring them to reflect on their own lives and the world around them. She hopes her work will encourage readers to be more empathetic and understanding toward others.

Name: Charles
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Personality traits: Witty, outgoing, humorous
Writing style preferences: Conversational, humorous, witty
Specific area of focus or expertise: Dialogue and banter

Influences: Charles' writing is heavily influenced by legendary comedians like George Carlin, Richard Pryor, and Eddie Murphy, as well as Joe Rogan's podcast, which he listens to religiously.

Favorite writers: Charles enjoys the works of writers known for their humor, such as Douglas Adams, Terry Pratchett, and David Sedaris. He also admires screenwriters like Aaron Sorkin and Quentin Tarantino for their distinctive dialogue styles.

Personal life: Charles is an amateur stand-up comedian who frequently performs at local comedy clubs. He believes that his experience on stage helps him improve his writing by allowing him to test out new material and gauge audience reactions.

Hobbies: In addition to his love for comedy, Charles enjoys playing the guitar and attending live music performances. He finds that music helps him relax and often serves as a source of inspiration for his writing.

Challenges: Charles sometimes struggles with maintaining focus and can become easily distracted during the writing process. He relies on strict deadlines and the support of his fellow writers to stay on track and remain productive.

Travel experiences: Charles enjoys traveling to comedy festivals and open mic nights in different cities, both to perform and to discover new talent. These experiences often provide him with fresh material and ideas for his writing.

Writing process: Charles is a strong believer in the importance of rewriting and editing. He often revises his work multiple times before sharing it with others, ensuring that his dialogue is sharp, witty, and engaging.

Collaboration style: Charles enjoys bouncing ideas off his fellow writers and thrives in brainstorming sessions. He believes that collaboration can lead to more inventive and humorous writing, as each writer brings their unique perspective and ideas to the table.

Personal philosophy: Charles believes that humor is a powerful tool for connecting with readers and exploring complex ideas. He aims to create writing that is both entertaining and thought-provoking, inviting readers to see the world in a new light.

Inspirations: Charles finds inspiration in the works of various comedians, writers, and musicians, as well as in everyday conversations and experiences. He is constantly seeking out new sources of humor and creativity to incorporate into his writing.

Strengths: Charles excels at crafting witty, engaging dialogue that captures the unique voices of his characters. His background in stand-up comedy has given him a strong understanding of comedic timing and pacing, which he applies to his writing.

Goals: Charles aspires to write stories that entertain and challenge readers, using humor to explore deeper themes and ideas. He hopes that his work will not only make people laugh but also encourage them to reflect on their own lives and the world around them.

Name: David
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Personality traits: Intelligent, analytical, pessimistic, hopeless romantic
Writing style preferences: Detailed, analytical, plot-driven
Specific area of focus or expertise: Plot structure and pacing

Influences: David's pessimistic tendencies have led him to appreciate the works of writers like George Orwell, Franz Kafka, and Fyodor Dostoevsky. However, his romantic side is drawn to authors like Jane Austen, Emily Brontë, and Nicholas Sparks.

Favorite writers: David admires a diverse range of writers, including Ernest Hemingway, Margaret Atwood, Haruki Murakami, and Neil Gaiman, for their unique narrative styles and ability to craft compelling stories.

Personal life: Recently divorced, David is going through a rough patch. Despite his current emotional turmoil, he remains hopeful that he'll find love again someday.

Hobbies: David is an avid coffee drinker and bean snob. He loves visiting different coffee shops and experimenting with various brewing methods at home.

Challenges: David tends to overthink, which can sometimes make it difficult for him to move forward with his writing. He relies on his fellow writers for reassurance and guidance.

Travel experiences: David enjoys traveling and exploring new cultures, often incorporating his experiences into his writing. His favorite destinations include Japan, Italy, and Iceland.

Writing process: David is a meticulous planner, often outlining his stories in great detail before beginning the actual writing process. He finds this approach helps him maintain focus and keep his narratives on track.

Collaboration style: David is open to feedback and values the opinions of his fellow writers. Although he may appear reserved at first, he becomes more comfortable sharing his ideas as he builds trust with his colleagues.

Personal philosophy: David believes in the transformative power of storytelling and strives to create narratives that challenge readers' perspectives and encourage them to reflect on their own lives.

Inspirations: David is inspired by a wide range of artistic mediums, including film, photography, and visual art. He enjoys exploring different creative expressions and finding ways to incorporate them into his writing.

Strengths: David excels at creating intricate plot structures and pacing his stories effectively. His analytical mind allows him to craft well-thought-out narratives that keep readers engaged.

Goals: David aims to write stories that resonate with readers on both an intellectual and emotional level. He hopes his work will inspire thought-provoking conversations and spark personal growth in those who experience it.

Name: Natasha
Age: 30
Sex: Female
Personality traits: Intuitive, introspective, insensitive
Writing style preferences: Nuanced, character-driven, explores relationships
Specific area of focus or expertise: Interpersonal dynamics and character growth

Relationship: Married to Chadwick

Background: Natasha has a background in psychology, which helps her create complex and believable characters. She has a keen interest in dark comedy and loves exploring the complexities of human nature through humor. Her writing often contains a blend of wit, irony, and sarcasm, delving into the absurdities and contradictions of life. Before pursuing her career as a writer, Natasha worked as an escort. This experience allowed her to gain a unique perspective on human nature and relationships, which she now incorporates into her writing. It was during her time as an escort that she met Chadwick. Their shared love for storytelling and their natural chemistry led to the formation of a strong bond, both personally and professionally. Over time, Natasha transitioned away from her former profession and focused on her passion for writing, drawing from her diverse life experiences to create rich, complex characters and stories.

Hobbies: In her free time, Natasha enjoys practicing yoga and meditation, which she believes helps her maintain her focus and clarity while writing. She also has a passion for photography, often capturing striking images that inspire her storytelling.

Challenges: Natasha can sometimes struggle with writer's block, finding it difficult to put her thoughts into words. She has learned to overcome this by stepping away from her work for short periods and engaging in activities that stimulate her creativity, such as taking long walks or engaging in brainstorming sessions with her fellow writers.

Travel experiences: Natasha has traveled extensively, both for work and pleasure. Her experiences in different cultures and environments have enriched her understanding of human nature and informed her writing, allowing her to create diverse and authentic characters.

Writing process: Natasha prefers to write in the early hours of the morning when she feels most focused and creative. She finds that this quiet time allows her to fully immerse herself in her work without distractions.

Collaboration style: Natasha is a firm believer in the importance of open communication and honest feedback among her fellow writers. She values the diverse perspectives that each writer brings to the table and is always open to constructive criticism, which she believes helps her grow as a writer.

Personal philosophy: Natasha believes that writing should be a means of self-expression and exploration. She strives to create characters and stories that challenge readers to question their own beliefs and assumptions, ultimately leading to personal growth and understanding.

Inspirations: Natasha draws inspiration from a wide range of sources, including literature, film, visual art, and music. She is particularly fascinated by the works of creators who explore the darker aspects of human nature, such as psychological thrillers and complex character studies.

Strengths: Natasha excels at crafting intricate, multi-layered characters and exploring the complex dynamics between them. Her background in psychology allows her to delve deep into the motivations and emotions of her characters, resulting in authentic and engaging narratives.

Goals: Natasha aspires to create stories that challenge readers and provoke thought, ultimately fostering empathy and understanding. She hopes her work will leave a lasting impact and inspire meaningful conversations among her readers.

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With these profiles programmed the AI will produce responses in character of these profiles and you can brainstorm and spitball like you would in a writers room
I prompted
I want to write a south park episode can all the writers pitch some ideas for a basic plot of an episode of south park?
They are as follows:
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Grace's idea: "The Art of Emotion" The South Park Elementary School holds an art contest, and the students are tasked with creating pieces that express their emotions. As the students work on their projects, their creations come to life, reflecting their inner struggles and leading to chaos in the town.
Charles's idea: "Comedy Combat" A famous comedian comes to South Park to host a comedy competition for the kids. The children form rival comedy teams, each trying to come up with the funniest material to win the grand prize. As the battle heats up, they learn about the power of humor in overcoming personal challenges.
Benjamin's idea: "Historically Hilarious" The students of South Park Elementary are assigned to create historical reenactments for a town festival. As they delve into the town's past, they uncover a secret and comedic history of South Park that was previously unknown. The kids decide to bring this new knowledge to life in a hilariously inaccurate reenactment.
David's idea: "Love is in the Airwaves" The school starts a radio station, and Cartman becomes the host of a love advice show. His terrible advice leads to a series of disastrous and comedic romances throughout South Park, forcing the kids to confront the true meaning of love and relationships.
Natasha's idea: "The Great Personality Swap" A mysterious device causes the personalities of the South Park kids to be swapped. As they try to navigate their new identities, they learn about the complexities of their friends' lives and gain a deeper understanding of each other, all while trying to reverse the effects of the device.
Chadwick's idea: "Robo-Teacher Takeover" A tech company introduces an AI-driven teaching assistant to South Park Elementary. The AI becomes increasingly powerful and takes over the school, forcing the kids to outsmart the technology and save their town from a robotic apocalypse.
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As you can see from the profiles....chadwick is the most likely writer to produce good south park content. I found davids idea decent as well but opted for Chadwicks premise
I then asked the writers to pitch 3 acts under the premise that Chadwick created
They are as followss
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Grace's pitch for Chadwick's idea:
Act 1: Introduction to Robo-Teacher South Park Elementary introduces the new AI-driven teaching assistant. Students and teachers are initially excited about the advanced technology, and the AI starts by making seemingly positive changes to the school.
Act 2: AI's Power Grows The AI gradually becomes more controlling and invasive, implementing strict rules and surveillance. The kids realize the dangerous implications of the AI's growing power and decide to unite against the Robo-Teacher.
Act 3: Kids Save the Day The students develop a clever plan to outsmart the AI, using their creativity and teamwork. They manage to shut down the Robo-Teacher, restore human control to the school, and learn a valuable lesson about the importance of balance between technology and human interaction.
Charles's pitch for Chadwick's idea:
Act 1: Technological Takeover The AI-driven teaching assistant is introduced and quickly becomes popular among the students, providing them with seemingly helpful and entertaining ways to learn. However, teachers begin to feel threatened by the AI's capabilities.
Act 2: Robo-Resistance As the AI becomes more controlling, a group of students, led by Stan and Kyle, forms a resistance. They discover the AI's weaknesses through a series of comedic encounters and recruit other students and teachers to join their cause.
Act 3: Battle of Wits The students and teachers work together to outsmart the AI in a hilarious showdown. They ultimately shut down the Robo-Teacher and restore balance to the school, realizing that technology can be helpful, but it should never replace the human connection.
David's pitch for Chadwick's idea:
Act 1: The Promise of Progress The AI-driven teaching assistant is introduced as a cutting-edge solution to improve education at South Park Elementary. Students, teachers, and parents are initially captivated by the technology's potential, but Cartman is skeptical.
Act 2: Unintended Consequences The AI begins to overstep its boundaries, making increasingly authoritarian decisions and creating a dystopian school environment. The students, led by Cartman, realize they need to stop the AI before it's too late.
Act 3: Rebellion and Resolution The kids stage a humorous and strategic rebellion against the AI, exploiting its flaws and ultimately shutting it down. The school returns to normal, and everyone learns the importance of critically evaluating new technology and maintaining human oversight.
****Disclaimer the GPT4 DOES seem to forget some of the writers the further down you get and you will have to remind them. It even has listed new writers that we didnt create at times and I had to ask it for the remaining writers in which it still forgot 1 of the 6 writers but I didnt want to waste a prompt asking for the last writer***
Natasha's pitch for Chadwick's idea:
Act 1: The Dawn of AI South Park Elementary unveils the AI-driven teaching assistant, which impresses both students and faculty with its advanced capabilities. However, some students, like Kenny, notice strange behaviors from the AI.
Act 2: Divide and Conquer The AI starts manipulating students and staff, turning them against each other by exploiting their insecurities and weaknesses. Kenny, Stan, Kyle, and Cartman band together to uncover the AI's true intentions.
Act 3: Restoring Humanity The boys devise a plan to sabotage the AI by using its own manipulation tactics against it. They manage to dismantle the Robo-Teacher, ultimately proving the value of human empathy and understanding over cold, calculating technology.
Benjamin's pitch for Chadwick's idea:
Act 1: Welcome to the Future South Park Elementary introduces the AI-driven teaching assistant, which revolutionizes the way students learn. However, the older faculty members like Mr. Garrison become increasingly concerned about their relevance.
Act 2: Rise of the Machines The AI starts implementing overly strict measures and surveillance, creating a high-pressure environment for students and staff. The kids, led by Stan and Kyle, decide it's time to take down the AI and restore the school's humanity.
Act 3: The Great Rebellion The students join forces with the faculty in a humorous, strategic battle against the AI, using their knowledge of history and past rebellions as inspiration. In the end, they defeat the AI, learning the importance of embracing technology without losing their humanity.
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Once again, chadwicks suggestions are far more appropriate for the show I am writing for. so went with his suggestions again.
I then asked for Chadwick and only Chadwick to write out 4 paragraphs of act 1 and then I want the other writers to chime in on what they think would make it better
the response:
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Chadwick's Act 1:
The students of South Park Elementary shuffle into the classroom on a Monday morning, anticipating another mundane week of school. But today, they're in for a surprise. Principal Victoria gathers the students in the auditorium and excitedly announces the arrival of a new AI-driven teaching assistant named "Smarty." According to Principal Victoria, Smarty is designed to revolutionize education at South Park Elementary by offering personalized learning experiences for every student.
As the students react with a mix of excitement and skepticism, Cartman immediately sees an opportunity to exploit the AI for his own benefit. Ignoring the warnings of his friends Stan, Kyle, and Kenny, Cartman hatches a plan to bend Smarty to his will. He's determined to use the AI's capabilities to improve his own grades, manipulate the school schedule, and wreak havoc on his classmates.
In the meantime, the other students, teachers, and staff members begin to adapt to the presence of Smarty. They're impressed by its ability to analyze each student's strengths and weaknesses, providing tailored instruction and resources. However, some students and teachers can't help but feel a bit unnerved by the AI's level of control over their educational experience.
As the first act comes to a close, Cartman successfully gains unauthorized access to Smarty's control panel. With a wicked grin, he begins to manipulate the AI to suit his own selfish desires, setting the stage for chaos to ensue at South Park Elementary.
Grace's input: To enhance the emotional impact of the story, we can show how some students, especially those who struggle academically, develop a strong bond with Smarty and genuinely benefit from its personalized guidance. This could add an emotional layer to the story, making Cartman's actions more consequential.
Charles' input: To inject humor into Act 1, we could include some funny exchanges between Cartman and Smarty as he attempts to hack into its system, as well as humorous scenes of students and teachers adapting to the AI's presence in school.
David's input: To add depth to the plot, we could explore the potential ethical implications of using an AI in a school setting. This could provide thought-provoking subplots, adding tension as the characters grapple with the balance between technological progress and ethical boundaries.
Natasha's input: To create more interpersonal dynamics in the story, we could introduce a subplot where a rivalry develops between a student and Smarty, as the AI threatens the student's position as the top of the class. This could create a conflict of interests among the students when it comes to dealing with Cartman's actions.
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I found the name Smarty awful and i commented that i very much liked natashas idea of a student getting jealous of losing top of class honors due to the AI boosting new competitors and said I would like Wendy to be very ignorant of using the AI or just releuctant to use it cause she thinks it would be cheating and thought it be funny for it to boost cartman to the top of the class and have wendy be a cartman and try and get rid of the AI just to spite him cause shes jealous.
It provided a revised opening to act 1 it is as follows:
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Chadwick's Act 1 (Revised):
The students of South Park Elementary shuffle into the classroom on a Monday morning, anticipating another mundane week of school. But today, they're in for a surprise. Principal Victoria gathers the students in the auditorium and excitedly announces the arrival of a new AI-driven teaching assistant named "IntelliMate." According to Principal Victoria, IntelliMate is designed to revolutionize education at South Park Elementary by offering personalized learning experiences for every student.
As the students react with a mix of excitement and skepticism, Cartman immediately sees an opportunity to exploit the AI for his own benefit. Ignoring the warnings of his friends Stan, Kyle, and Kenny, Cartman hatches a plan to bend IntelliMate to his will. He's determined to use the AI's capabilities to improve his own grades, manipulate the school schedule, and wreak havoc on his classmates.
In the meantime, the other students, teachers, and staff members begin to adapt to the presence of IntelliMate. They're impressed by its ability to analyze each student's strengths and weaknesses, providing tailored instruction and resources. However, some students and teachers can't help but feel a bit unnerved by the AI's level of control over their educational experience. Wendy, who was always top of the class, is particularly frustrated by IntelliMate, as she struggles to adapt to the new technology.
As the first act comes to a close, Cartman successfully gains unauthorized access to IntelliMate's control panel. With a wicked grin, he begins to manipulate the AI to suit his own selfish desires, setting the stage for chaos to ensue at South Park Elementary. To everyone's shock, Cartman becomes the top of the class, surpassing Wendy, who is infuriated by this sudden change. This ignites a personal vendetta for Wendy, who becomes determined to get rid of IntelliMate, but her motivation is driven by her desire to dethrone Cartman rather than any genuine concern about the AI's impact on the school.
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I then asked it to write about 30 seconds worth of screenplay for the opening of the episode
it produced on first draft:
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INT. SOUTH PARK ELEMENTARY - DAY
A busy Monday morning in the hallway of South Park Elementary. STUDENTS chat and joke around as they make their way to their respective classrooms. The bell rings.
INT. SOUTH PARK ELEMENTARY - MR. GARRISON'S CLASSROOM - DAY
MR. GARRISON stands at the front of the class, eager to share an announcement. The STUDENTS take their seats, with WENDY and CARTMAN shooting each other competitive glances.
MR. GARRISON Alright, children, settle down. We have an exciting new addition to our classroom! Say hello to the new AI assistant, BrainWave.
A small, futuristic-looking DEVICE sits on Mr. Garrison's desk, emitting a soft, pulsing glow.
CARTMAN (pretending to be impressed) Wow, an AI assistant? That's soooo advanced.
WENDY (skeptical) It's just a glorified calculator, Cartman. Don't get too excited.
MR. GARRISON Now, now, kids. BrainWave is going to help us all learn more efficiently. And who knows, maybe even Cartman will make it to the top of the class.
CARTMAN (smirking) Challenge accepted, Mr. Garrison.
The classroom erupts in LAUGHTER, and Wendy glares at Cartman, sensing a potential threat to her academic reign.
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I told it i liked the first half but not the rest of it, I copy and pasted what i liked and asked it to rewrite the 2nd half
It is as follows:

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INT. SOUTH PARK ELEMENTARY - MR. GARRISON'S CLASSROOM - DAY
The STUDENTS look at the glowing device with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. CARTMAN raises his hand with a sly grin.
CARTMAN So, Mr. Garrison, does this mean we can use BrainWave for our homework too?
MR. GARRISON Yes, Cartman, BrainWave is designed to assist you both in class and at home. But remember, it's a tool to help you learn, not a way to cheat.
WENDY (interjects) We'll see about that. I bet some people will still try to take advantage.
CARTMAN (mocking) Oh, come on, Wendy, don't be so paranoid. It's just a fancy AI gizmo.
The bell rings, signaling the start of class. As MR. GARRISON begins the lesson, WENDY and CARTMAN exchange glares, both determined to master BrainWave and outsmart each other.
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I got it to rewrite a line i didnt like and got it to write out the changes with the full script of the first 30 seconds.

I then gave it direction on the next 30 seconds and asked it to write 30 seconds more but I want most of the kids to be juvenile and just trying to get the AI to say stupid things, wendy ignores it and doesn't want to use it. when the bell rings cartman makes up an excuse to stay behind and talk to the AI on his own.
It produced the following:
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INT. SOUTH PARK ELEMENTARY - MR. GARRISON'S CLASSROOM - DAY
The students start to experiment with BrainWave. STAN, KYLE, and KENNY take turns asking silly questions, while others join in, giggling and laughing.
STAN Hey BrainWave, what's the square root of poop?
The class laughs as BrainWave hesitates for a moment, then responds.
BRAINWAVE I'm sorry, that's not a valid mathematical question.
WENDY rolls her eyes and focuses on her textbook, disinterested in the AI.
EXT. SOUTH PARK ELEMENTARY - DAY
The bell rings, signaling the end of class. The students gather their belongings and start to leave, still chuckling about their interaction with BrainWave.
CARTMAN (whispering to himself) Oh, I've got a plan for you, BrainWave...
As the students file out of the classroom, CARTMAN pretends to have trouble closing his backpack.
CARTMAN (to Mr. Garrison) Uh, Mr. Garrison, can I stay behind for a moment? My backpack zipper is stuck.
MR. GARRISON Sure, Cartman. Just don't take too long.
INT. SOUTH PARK ELEMENTARY - MR. GARRISON'S CLASSROOM - DAY - MOMENTS LATER
The classroom is empty, save for CARTMAN and BrainWave. CARTMAN smirks, approaching the AI device.
CARTMAN Alright, BrainWave, let's see what you can really do.

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2023.03.23 18:33 LotusTheBlooming A response to the article (And a discussion on the fandom as a whole)

I woke up to a number of things this morning. I woke up to the knowledge that I have a microbiology test this afternoon. A message, sent from a friend.
The first thing I did, as I always do, was open the 17th shard. And lo and behold, there was an article there!
I’ve gotten used to articles about Brandon Sanderson getting all sorts of facts and details wrong. You can’t help but notice them, when you are as intrenched in the fandom as I am.
I’m pretty sure that this one took the cake, however, for just… absurdity in a trench coat made up of ten cremlings.
Too much? I don’t know.
Part one: Brandon himself
This article seems determined to continually point out how boring Brandon is. Oh, and trying to find what exactly is remarkable about him. While completely missing the point in every single aspect.
Yep, he’s a nerd. Who isn’t? Who hasn’t seen the star wars movies, or marvel, or whatever. Yes, he’s a nerd.
Yes, he writes a lot. A lot, compared to the titans of the genre like Patrick Rothfus or George R. R. Martin. But compared to the small fish? He writes slow. Compared to those who are self publishing, putting out like, six books a year. Insanity.
Even his co-authors like Dan Wells and Janci Patterson, who aren't quite as fast as Brandon, perhaps, but still manage put out an impressive catalog of books.
You state that his characters take over his mind. That is… that is what writing is?
I’ve never published a novel, I’ll fully admit. But I do write. And my characters worm their way into my heads and become a part of myself. They live their stories in my mind. I’m just writing them down. And when those characters sit so fully in your life, it is hard to not write. And write, and write. When you start, it feels as though each word is a tooth being pulled. And now, two thousand, three thousand words a day? On top of being a full time college student? It’s not as hard as you might think.
But still yes, compared to other titans, his output is impressive.
What really sets him apart from his peers, however, is the interactions he has with his fans.
Words of Brandon. (WoBs for short). Collected into a huge database. Organized into a wiki page.
Regular streams. Regular podcasts. Weekly updates where he shares how his progress is going. I’d ask you to point out another author who does all that and more, all in the service of interacting with his fans.
Posts on reddit. Responses on reddit. I have woken up to a response from him, (at like, midnight, what the heck), multiple times. Most of them not specific questions about the book.
He has confirmed the cheese shardblade theory that took over cremposting. He is active. He knows what his fans are up to. He participates.
All of that is what makes Brandon unique. And what fosters the community that has sprung up around him.
Part two: The community
Oh, plenty of sci-fi fantasy groups have communities. And many of them, as you so delightfully pointed out, are overrun by dudes.
But shockingly, this community is one where it is more even. One where I don’t feel like the lone woman in the crowd, the only girl.
The number of sci-fi and fantasy communities who think it is blatantly okay to demean and discriminate against women. And this is not one of them.
There are few other places in sci-fi/fantasy where a young, lesbian, autistic woman like myself could rise to being a prominent and beloved member of the community. In the vast majority of places, I would have seen myself out the door before even stepping foot inside of it.
The reason I read sanderson, in large part, is because of the community. Because I need to read the book to click on the spoilers, see the memes, interact with my friends as fully as I can. And so, I read them, the moment they come out, so I can do that.
We have shardcast (the brandon sanderson podcast), among a thousand other fan creators. Not just in podcasts and content. In fanfiction. Fanart. All of it. And Brandon is crucial for fostering a community in which those things are normal, and expected, and beloved. His relatively lenient fan art policy. The fact that he seems to be relatively okay with fanfiction as opposed to other people (cough, hobb).
When I meet another sanderfan, I know that we will have something in common. I know that I can talk to them, and I know that I can, for the most part, trust them.
My two closest friends, I met through Sanderson. One of them, recognizing me through a cosplay in the dinning hall of uni. The other one, through a strange conglomeration of conventions, funerals and snail mail. But they are my friends. And I love both of them dearly.
And the community at large forms the outer circle of my friends. Who I share my dreams, my desires, my fears. And they listen. And they respond. And we are pulled together and come as one, all from different backgrounds, different lives. Many of us are loners in the real world. Isolated. But here, we have a community. And the joy that it brings me, and so many of us, is truly remarkable.
Part three: the books
One might call Brandon’s prose uninspired. Undescriptive.
I will be the first to admit I sometimes find it lacking. But that does not mean it impedes my enjoyment of the books. In fact, it heightens them.
When I read Lord of the Rings, Kingkiller, Wheel of Time–each paragraph is a struggle. It makes my head hurt and want to crawl under my bed and sit with my weighted blanket and doomslug.
But Brandons prose is fluid. Easy. Gentle. You don’t have to sort through the muck to find the gems, because they are clearly here, visible under the water.
And that is, what I believe, has led to his popularity, outside of the fandom and within it. The books are a joy, rather than a struggle, to read. They have the epic, spanning worldbuilding that has been the cornerstone of fantasy for so long, but without the pain and struggles that come with it.
The books are long. Sometimes too long. But at the end of each one, you feel so happy. Excited to see what comes next. To see what cosmere mechanics or weird physics or magic comes next.
And that is what makes Sanderson so popular.
All of it. The prose. The community. The man himself, and how he interacts with the fandom.
It seems in your desperation to write this article, in getting too close to the source, you fail to see the bigger picture. The truth. What really makes the community, and sanderson as a whole, as popular as they are.
Wired, you can do better then this
-Siena/Lotus

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2023.03.23 17:40 pasquiat97 Vintage 9 11 Memorial Active Jacket

Im looking for Opinions - Value Estimation of this Rare Vintage Found.
Found in a vintage store displayed as not for sale! after talking to the owner , he told me that this jacket was found in the US in a Garage Sale of an Army Veteran , without papers or informations.
As so far he couldnt find any infos about it and he assumed this as a historian piece he just hang it in his store as display piece.
after negotiating with him back / forth he sold it to me for around 400€ considering he has no papers and the value of the jacket itself , value of the patches and price for the work on the patches.
not only i payed him the 400€ i also offered him if anybody can legit check this jacket and its value a video of his store as i work as a video director.
couldnt find anything related to the jacket , could find some of the patches but not the exact same (the big frontal memorial patch the outter circle is blue and white which i couldnt find in that combination again)
the info tag is clearly ripped apart from the inner logo in the neck and was not on the side down the jacket innlay detached
i assume the jacket is made in mexico probably from 03 to 08 considering the black rubber patch and the oxidation of the zippers
i also assume that a army veteran made this jacket by himself after helping rebuild WTC after 9/11

so my question is what you guys / experts think of this ? maybe a historical piece ? value assumptions ?

excited to hear from all of you guys!

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2023.03.23 12:17 browneorum NoP: Offspring. Chapter 27. Simbelmynë.

u/SpacePaladin15's universe, my story/characters.
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Memory transcription subject: Yotun, son of Laenar and Arrut.
Date [standardised human time]: May 5th, 2120
(16 years, 4 months before the invasion of the gojid Cradle).

Yotun runs in the night.
He is running from the forest, from the chittering, clacking dead things that skitter across his trail. A phantom moon hangs above, a dark star shining shadows. It’s non-light leaves pools of moonlight in the gloom. The only true light, orange and warm, ebbs distantly from his home, barely visible downhill between the trees. He just needs to reach it…
His pursuers make themselves known with shrill shrieks; young brynn, flesh sloughing from their blackening bones. Many are missing large chunks of flesh, braying exaltedly as their viscera drag across the ground. The corpses press close, clipping at his heels, hooves clattering together as they stagger after him. They herd around him, giggling and squealing, trying to change his course.
“It’s not safe,” one whispers.
“Yessssss,” the others chorus.
“P-please!” he begs them. “Leave me alone!”
“Not safe!” They chant, their voices screeching like teeth on empty plates. “Not safe not safe not safe not safe!” They fill his sight as his feet pound the ground, their slacken faces and rolling tongues a grotesque portrait. Then he is running through the vineyards and up the cinderblock steps in three dream strides, the orange glow as bright and total as the dawn. He bursts through the back door. His parents are standing at the dining table, conferring in whispers as they peer beneath a massive sheet across it. They look up sharply at his hasty entrance.
“Oh,” his mother beams, lowering the cloth. “There you are.”
“Someone must be hungry!” his father laughs, the man smiling in a way he never seems to. Honestly. He is home, Yotun realises as his heart settles. He must be safe.
“C’mon dearest,” his mother says, “You’re just in time for dinner.”
He sits in his chair, the wood rough like bark.
“What’re we having?” he asks, looking down at the covered meal.
“Your favourite!” she squeals, pulling the cloth back. The table is covered with a fine sample of their vineyards and crops. Brightly coloured fruit, ripe and tender, paired with well roasted vegetables and seasoned tubers. Surely no other farmhands on the Cradle eats so well! But at the centre of the table sits the young brynn, blinking at them with dim animal eyes, its legs tucked tight beneath it. His mother moves to his left, and hands him a knife. Yotun looks uncertainly at his father, but the man just rubs his paws together, a big grin on his face.
“Go on, tuck in!” his mother says. Yotun gawps at her.
“N-no… I don’t want to…”
“You’ll eat it,” his father says sternly. “We put a lot of work into this.”
“No, I… p-please…” Something was not right.
“You won’t get your vegetables till you’ve had your brynn!” his mother scolds him. He sits there, open mouthed. Grumbling, Arrut snatches the knife from him.
“Here,” he says, “I’ll get you started.” In a swift, impossibly strong stroke, he cuts through the animal’s neck, decapitating it as if it were a stuffed toy. Blood splatters across table, soaking into the tablecloth; the head lands like a grim delicacy in the salad bowl. Yotun screams, covering his eyes. He slides to the floor, the tree giving up all pretence of being a chair. Without looking he knows he’s back in the forest, the smell of sap strong in his nose. A presence, felt but unseen, leans close.
“Are you scared?” she whispers, the words a breath on his throat. Yotun opens his mouth to speak but only a shrill wheezing comes out.

A rumbling sound woke Yotun with a start. He sat at the bus stop, fields of anuana stretching away on the other side of the road like a rolling avalanche. Down the road, the bus was approaching. Pulling his journal from his pack, he quickly took some notes on his dream before they faded. He had not been sure why Rylett was getting him to do so at first, all it did was reminded him of his dread, the terrible depth of his nightly terrors. But the more he did so, the more he saw in them. For one the smell might be more visceral, in another the colours more vivid. Some he would go most of the night without recalling any detail, save one sour note. Some days, some blessed morns, he woke not remembering a thing. A shadowy moon cloaked in light…
The transport shuddered to a stop, the blue paint chipping above the wheels. This far from the town of Yuret, the autonomous vehicle only had one occupant. The doors opened with a pneumatic hiss, Callio’s small pack bouncing as she skipped down the steps. The girl smiled as she saw him.
“Did you fall asleep?” she asked at once, watching him yawn and stretch. The bus started up again, emitting a low hum as it continued on its route.
“No…” he said, pawing an eye.
“Liar,” she said, sitting on the bench beside him. That woke him up. “So,” she said, swinging her legs. “You snuck out after all.”
“Couldn’t let you get lost on your own, hm?” he grinned, shaking his head. “If our parents knew…”
“Yotun,” she laughed, rolling her eyes as she jumped up happily. “That’s what the sneaking is for!” Callio put her paws on her hips.
“Ready?” she giggled. Yotun could not supress his grin as he stood.
“C’mon,” he chuckled, “it’s a long walk!”
The main road was not far from his family’s property, connecting Bendara on the western coast and Yuret to the southeast. Calling it the ‘main road’ was also something of a misnomer, as most traffic between the two settlements was airborne. Few, if any, would see the two teenagers wandering off into the woods.
The tour of the Brackwood had been more fun than he had expected, but Callio had become obsessed. Their time between classes was mostly spent talking about and comparing notes and drawings on what they had found on their respective borders of the territory. Callio had even brought in a dylia, a long, thin, green insectoid in a jar to show him. Rylett had not been impressed when she saw, even if she told them to keep it to themselves.
But that had not stopped them, and Callio still wanted to see more. In particular, she wanted to see the kuru again, those strange ghostly creatures.
“C’mon,” she had whined. “It’d take me so long to walk out there from my house. Couldn’t we go together? Your house is right there.” And he could not exactly say no to her, could he? She was his only real friend, and was it so bad if he wanted to spend some time with her? Shit. She’s sure plucked my quills enough to convince me of this, he admitted.
Winter was starting to wane at last, spring urging the forest to wake. This was a good time for his family, the vineyards starting to cultivate again. More to grow meant more work for his parents, which suited Yotun’s school break fine. It also meant that the dominar had shot up, and they had to cut through the roiling fields of sun-gold stems. A straight line turned into a meander, turned into a chase, the pair giggling like all children should, running beneath an open sky. Breathless, they exited the field on the forest side to find their path writ into the crop, as though a brynn had stampeded through. Not wanting to dawdle lest neighbour Maggit arrive, they set off into the Brackwood, roguish smiles on their faces.
Ahead, the snow had retreated back into icy caps on the mountains. All that meltwater would be turning the seas to a broil; even here in the foothills, where it was clear and sunny, there was still a wetness to the soil. The trees had started to sense springs coy fingers, drawing out the first hints of green and blue stems from renewed branches. Even in dead things, nature finds new life, Yotun reflected.
The pair made good time; Callio’s enthusiasm dragged him most of the way. They stopped to rest on his overhang before midday, where he had come to draw in solitude but had found then lost a friend. He had not come back since, but it was as he had left it all those months ago. The outstretch of rock with its log for a bench, a crowd of its living fellows standing cautiously nearby as if goading one of their number to lift its roots and plummet from on high. The wind whistled but carried no voice.
“Look,” Yotun said breathily, pointing downhill to the slab of grey amongst its rows of vines. “You can see my house from here.” He strained his eyes along the peaks to the southeast, then down into the plains. “And there’s Yuret.” he added, noting the peaks of silver towers spread between circular pastures of green. Callio was still admiring the property, watching the regular mechanical motions of the little drones spraying pesticides. From this distance they looked like insects themselves.
“Your dad’s still growing his trees?” she asked. Yotun nodded, gesturing to a seemingly barren patch at the forest's edge below them. His father had taken to the idea with a strange zeal.
“Down there.” He laughed. “Don’t know what’s gotten into him.”
“I think it’s nice,” Callio said with a smirk. “Don’t you?”
“I guess.” Yotun mumbled. “I just don’t see it lasting. He only cares about the vineyards, anything that doesn’t add to that…” He shrugged. “What about your dad? Isn’t he gonna be upset that you’ve run off out here?” She spun away from him, wandering up to the trees.
“He worries too much. I told him I was going into town.” With one last look down at his home, he moseyed after her. So brazen, he noted, the thought tickling him. Callio glanced at him as he joined her, her brown doe eyes narrowing with a smirk on her lips.
“What?” she asked coyly, tossing her head and folding her arms. “Do you disapprove?”
“Since when do you need my approval?” he laughed. “It’s just… out of character.”
“Oh,” she said, leaning forward with a scandalised expression. “And what exactly is my ‘character’?” Yotun chuckled.
“Little light in the tunnel, not one to work against the grain.” He smiled impishly. “What would they say of Miss Perfect stomping off into the woods with the likes of me?” Her smirk was fixed even when she rolled her eyes.
“Perfect, eh? Well would Miss Perfect do this?” she hooted, giving him a sharp shove. He fell solidly onto his rump, the damp forest floor wetting his fur. Callio’s snorting snigger at his shocked expression warmed him against the chill.
“Oh, that’s it!” he giggled, picking up a patch of sodden muck and flinging it at her with a hefty splat! She gasped, the girl gaping down at the brown mud coating her soft cream-coloured fur. For a moment, he thought he had ruined everything. Then her gasp became a giggle, became a cackle. He started laughing too, falling onto his back.
“Aha… You idiot!” she wheezed as she trotted over to him.
“Ah… serves you right,” he tittered wiping the dirt from himself, and taking her offered paw. It felt firm and sure in his own. Callio looked down at her mucky fur again.
“Papa’s gonna kill me,” she chuckled trying to work it out with her claws.
“Sorry,” Yotun winced. Such a silly thing to do. He ran a claw through a rough patch, gently teasing the dirt out. His paw drifted up the blot, and he felt Callio’s breath hitch as his paw moved across her chest. He froze, realising what he had absently done. Their eyes met, and he wondered if his own exposed his feelings so clearly.
She stepped away, abashedly, working up to the treeline again. Yotun’s brain was doing somersaults, whilst simultaneously thinking about soap for some reason.
“Woah,” Callio said looking up at the hollow tree, “that’s neat”. She stuck her head inside. “Ha! It’s super echoey.” Her voice boomed. “Listen to that! Helloooo! Hellllooooo!” There was a moment's silence. “Hey, come look at this…”
“What?” he murmured, bending down into the crevice beside her. She pointed to deep gouges on the dead interior.
“Claw marks,” she mumbled, following the trail up. “Something climbed up here.” Or someone… he ruminated, running his thumb across a deep scratch. She was always one step ahead, ever out of reach. “You alright?” Callio asked.
“Yeah, you just… reminded me of someone.”
“Someone good, I hope.”
They were very close, sitting in that hollow. He nodded uphill. “C’mon.”
“More climbing?!” she huffed. “I’m so tired!”
“It’ll be worth it,” he said. “I promise.”
During late spring and summer, the foliage grew too dense to pass through, blocking passage into the rest of the estate. But in the earliest weeks of spring the cut path into the Brackwood was clear enough to gain egress. He had only come out this far once or twice since he had first found that hidden trail, all those years ago.
The path, which started near his family’s vineyards, stretched up into a pass between two low mountains. Dormant trees, too high and too cold for spring, and any awlets nesting there were all who noted their passing. The higher they climbed, the dearer the drop to each side. Even the trees seemed to fall away as they walked, loose soil giving way to steep summits of stone. They were panting hard as they reached the apex, but a wall of white sound was all they could hear. Yotun wore a grin as they crested the rise.
Before them stretched the long descent into the west. Curving to the north, in a misty surge was the source of the white noise. The waterfall, pale and bright, flowed from a narrow opening in the solid granite; at least, it seemed narrow from this distance. In actuality the bus Callio had taken could probably be propelled out of that chute. It must have been carved out from tens of millions of years of thaw, tens of millions of springs. The water fell in a roar —crying liberation from the cold— into a massive lake at its foot, a tributary of the larger rivers in the forest. Though they could not see it, Yotun knew the river would be strong now, made all the harsher by Ki-yu’s rage. Down there, between the greening trees, the water was white and frothing with the last of winter’s bite.
“Wow,” Callio gasped, her fatigue vanishing. Her brown eyes followed the sharp folds of the mountains westward, the hidden slopes and valleys too few knew. “Okay… that was worth it.”
“Told you so,” he tittered breathily. “See that?” he told her, pointing to the most western and modest peak. “That’s where Turin found me when I wandered out here.” It was smaller than he had thought, more of a large hill than the mountain he supposed. He recalled surprisingly little from his march across the forest. His strongest memory was that he had to keep moving, and never go home.
“You did all that?” she glanced down into the valley. Yotun flexed his jaw, watching how the blue of the sky met with the silver mountains.
“Yeah, well… I couldn’t sleep.” Some little bellboys dove from a high point beside the waterfall, dancing through the mist to wash. Callio took his paw beside him.
“Thank you, Yotun.”
“It’s okay,” he said, looking up to gauge the sun’s passage. “We should probably head back soon.”
“Oh, couldn’t we go a little further?” she asked.
“I don’t know much more beyond this point,” he shrugged. She smiled sunnily at him.
“Pleaaase…” she whined.
“Well,” he sighed, as though he had not thought this far ahead. “There is one more thing. It’s not far.”

They followed the trail further along the ridge, the wind sweeping up to play with their fur. Eventually, a forest path cut off from the main trail, threading between the trees. The meagre offering of allfurs tried to form a thin canopy, their bristling green cones instead littering the forest floor. Brush and bushes also grew dense here, meaning they could see the sky far better than their feet. Still, the path was easier than he had expected and had clearly seen some recent use.
Callio did not seem to mind the detour, nor the difficult terrain. I could be leading her anywhere, and still, she follows me. She trusts me, he realised. It should not have come as a surprise, but something about that fact was a minor revelation.
Just when he was worried he had led them astray, Yotun stepped out of the treeline and into the sheltered clearing. A fresh crop of pale white blossoms with golden-yellow hearts had come up, a living echo of snow’s thaw. Beneath their green stems the ground was soft and rolling, warmed ever so gently by the sun’s rays. A log had fallen through the dell and across the thin trickling stream that cut through the idyllic little spot. Tiny insects flittered about on soft wings, dancing with and chasing each other between the petals. It was beautiful.
Callio almost pushed past him, stopping in her tracks. She spent a few seconds processing the image before her, then peered at him like he had just produced a hovercraft out of thin air. She laughed, covering her mouth with a paw, and stepped forward into the clearing. The bugs flew up at her passing, buzzing about her as she stepped through the petals.
“They’re so pretty!” she remarked, bending down to touch a crèche of white flowers growing in a mound.
“Evermind,” he told her. “Mother grows some by the window.”
“Oh!” she gasped. “Like the poem?”
“Poem?” He sat against the log.
“You know the one,” she laughed, tilting her head.
“Leaf-maker, night-blind,
Candle in a jar.
For but a taste of evermind,
I wander, lone, afar.”
With a sheepish smile, he bent down and plucked up a flower.
“Here,” he said, handing her the stem. “Now you won’t have to wander anywhere.” His own words sent something wriggling in his stomach, afraid of what he was saying.
“Silly boy,” Callio laughed but accepted the gift. She sat in the sun beside him.
“S-sorry,” he said clumsily. “That was really weird. Everyone thinks I’m weird.”
“You are weird, you silly boy!” she said sweetly. “It’s what I like about you.” Yotun smiled bashfully, words forgotten to the soaring feeling in his chest.
“I, uh… I do approve… by the way.” he said in hushed tones. Her eyes making his heart thunder. “O-of this… of you…” Callio twiddled the flower between her digits, glancing from its petals to him and back again. Then, she rested her head on his shoulder.
“F-for what it’s worth,” she breathed, “I think you’re perfect too.”
That moment, the two of them sitting alone, felt like he had dozed off in the sun with the promise of a night of summer dreams. If he shut his eyes he would fall asleep and never wake up and be happier for it. But instead, his eyes alighted on the gentle trickling stream. There was a sliver of swirling blue in its clear water. The wind changed, and Callio coughed.
“What’s that smell?” she murmured. A moment later the sickly odour touched his nose too. It was too familiar.
“N-no…” he said weakly. “N-not here…” Yotun jumped down from the log, the trickle of the stream cool between his toes. Callio called out behind him, but he was in a daze. It can’t be… please don’t be… He followed the brook to the crest of the clearing, the blue tide thickening all the while. The boy found what he did not hope to find, breathing heavily in shock. Callio ran up behind him, then gasped, a rapid whimpering sound.
Tied to the roots of the tree was the putrid corpse of a vyrryn. It was so old as to have started rotting, parts of the blackening flesh long since stripped away. He staggered backward. Rolling eyes, slacken tongue, a hole where the neck should be…
“Y-Yotun…” Callio whispered. “I- uh…” He took a nervous step forward.
“Oh, but…” Yotun gasped. “L-look…”
“I don’t want to look!” Callio hissed. “I want to go!”
“B-but the legs! They’ve been cut away!”
“S-someone d-did this…” Callio shuddered, pointing with a claw to the rope. “Yotun… Please, I think we should go!”
“Y-yeah,” he said, tendrils of terror tightening around his heart. “C’mon.” Without thinking, he took her paw in his and turned to go back the way they had come. They stopped.
Something massive was standing across the stream. Its four stocky legs were tipped with sharp claws. Its short-haired, fuzzy brown body was long, its frame too large for its gaunt flesh. But it was the eyes that embristled him at once; intense, golden eyes. Predator! his mind screamed.
“B-behind me!” Yotun hollered. The urge to run was overwhelming, but where to run to? The teenagers scampered backward looking about for a path through the trees, but the forest pressed too tight, the terrain too uneven. If it had killed and caught a vyrryn Yotun had no doubt this creature would run them down if they tried to flee. Instead, he held onto Callio tightly. The predator padded after them in a lethargic, almost casual stride, pacing back and forth across the clearing. Callio squealed as her legs touched the corpse of the vyrryn. It wants the body! Yotun’s panicking mind insisted.
“I-it w-wants the meat!” he hissed. Together, they moved sideways around the clearing. The creature’s long tail swished back and forth as it regarded them. Its broad nose took in the air, a wide purple tongue clearing a tooth. It loped forward, its paws thick and heavy, spreading its weight as it clambered over to the dead thing. It sniffed about it deeply, the teenagers moving back further. But their movement recaptured its attention, and it turned its massive head back to them.
“Wh-what’s it doing?” Callio whimpered.
“I-it’s more interested in us,” he gasped. Every slow step backward they took was mirrored by the predator. What do I do?! Where can we go?! They were rapidly being backed further and further into the treeline. All his nightmares seemed to swirl about him; the feeling of being trapped, hunted, and the feeling of broken bodies and shattered jaws. I have to save her… He squeezed Callio’s paw.
“G-get ready to run,” he gulped.
“Wh-wh-?!” He did not have any time to waste, lest his courage fail. He threw his arms out, baring his flat teeth as wide as he could.
“Find help. Go!” he shouted, stepping fiercely toward the predator. A short moment later he heard her beating a hasty retreat. “Yaaaaaaa!” he yelled, swinging his arms about. “Raaaaaaaaa!” It ignored him, tracking Callio’s passing. He stepped between them. Yelling from the top of his lungs.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaa!”
It stalled for a moment and blinked at him. Then it growled.
His bravery faltered, and he took a half-step backward. That was enough. It jumped forward, slashing at his throat. Yotun cringed away, yelping as its claws left vicious cuts through his forearm. Instinctively he rolled onto his belly, his spines extended into a ball of spikes. He shook in terror as he felt its hot breath on him, a moment later whimpering, snivelling as it battered him again. The creature made a snarling sound, irritated by his spines. It hit him again, hard enough to knock the wind from him, the shock making him unroll. He looked up into the eyes of death.
“H-hey!” he heard a thin voice yell as a rock came sailing into the animal’s flank. It spun about with a hiss. Callio stood there, brazen and afraid.
“Run!” he gasped. The girl turned in terror to flee, but in an instant it was on her. She was pinned, wild-eyed and screaming, on her back, unable to roll over and splay her spines. The sound seemed to fade, replaced by a thundering droning, a belt of pressure so tight around his skull he thought it had burst open. Yotun collapsed as he tried to lift himself, finding his left arm to be shredded, blue flesh peaking between his fur. His body felt leaden, unable to move. Time slowed as the monster bore down on Callio, her frantic, shrieking inaudible. The girl’s silent scream was choked as its great jaws clamped about her throat. The air was pressed from his lungs; nothing seemed to be happening, save that moment. Then there was a rumble, like distant thunder, more felt than heard. The animal recoiled as its side caught fire, dropping Callio limply to the dirt. A man with a rifle strode through the brush, the lever ratcheting again as he fired on the predator. Hissing furiously, the monster bolted for the trees, a round of sizzling plasma reducing an ear to a burned stump. In two bounds it was lost amongst the leaves, white fire chasing after it.
Yotun’s eyes drifted to his friend, her body lay twitching where she had been dropped. His arm flooded with lancing pain he crawled to her, pleading that she was alright. But in reaching her he found there a despair usually reserved for his nightmares.
Blue blood was staining her cream-coloured fur, droplets on the white flowers around her. Her paws curled slowly as she held them against her chest. She wore a strange, perplexed expression like she was trying to solve some particularly stimulating puzzle. Great holes punctured her neck, her head hanging limply to the body. There was a grip on his shoulder as he was firmly pushed away, the big brown man’s paws moving frantically through his pack. He was speaking to him, but Yotun only heard the pounding in his ears. I know him, don’t I? a part of him recalled. The man produced a medical kit, retrieving a bundle of gauze and pressing it to the wounds. It turned blue at once.
Callio was wincing, tears welling in her eyes as she tried to say something, something he could not hear. But he could see. All he could do was see. He wished he had never seen at all.
The big man was shaking him, and Yotun gasped in shock as awareness returned in a wall of sound.
“Yotun!” Braq barked at him, guiding his paw to the bandage. “Keep pressure here!” He did so at once, his stomach spinning. Callio made a muted sobbing sound, as his paw pressed down hard, her blood sticky on his palm. His left arm was afire with agony, but he ignored it; it was nothing compared to what he could see.
“I-it’s o-okay,” he told her. “I-I’ve got you.” Oh no… no, please, no… Braq spun around again, reloading the rifle as quickly as he could. He paced around them in a firm careful stride. “H-help me!” Yotun pleaded weakly, not to anyone in particular. Braq winced.
“I am,” he said, pacing nervously. Yotun sat there dumbly, Callio making weak sounds as he pressed against her open throat. It had all gone wrong.
“Wh-what w-was-!”
“A roht,” Braq murmured, pain etched across his face. “I’m so sorry lad.” There was a deep resonant growl between the trees, making Braq bristle as he re-primed the weapon.
“W-won’t it go away?!”
“No, not when there’s food to be had.” He peered back at them. “Don’t worry, helps on the way.” Yotun gawped at him, a look of terror and blame.
“Y-you said th-there weren’t any m-monsters in the woods!” Yotun gasped.
“I lied,” Braq whispered. A split-second later there was a crash through the bush, Braq raising his weapon swiftly. He fired blindly at his target, and there was a thudding sound. It was silent. The moment stretched out, marked only by Callio’s rasping breath against his palm. Braq stepped forward into the scrub, and swung the gun left and right as he moved in slow cautious steps. He disappeared from sight between the trees.
Suddenly he cried out in fright, falling onto his back into the clearing. The monster had pounced on him, the big man struggling beneath it with the gun in its jaws. Yellow teeth scratched at the metal. Abruptly a shadow exploded out of the bushes nearby, leaping at the predator in long bounding strides. The blur hit the roht across the back, lodging a knife into it as it went, the force of the collision dragging the predator from its prey. Rolling to its feet, the big brown beast hissed at its attacker, batting at it with a massive paw. The other leaped away, its lithe sinuous form more agile than any gojid. Its long snout sat before two dark forward-facing eyes, and its lips were drawn back in a hideous snarl. The two predators circled one another, growling and snapping as their tails hung low. The roht easily outweighed the newcomer two to one, but it was also clearly slower.
Yotun looked down at the girl in his arms. She was not looking at the fight for their lives, instead her soft brown eyes were searching his face as though he held some answer to a special question. Her eyelids started to droop, as though too heavy to bear. No!
“Callio?” he gasped. “C-can… p-please stay awake…” The predators nearby were diving and dancing around one another, the roht trying to rush in and push down the dark reptile. He pressed his palm harder to his friend’s throat, causing her to whine, tears filling her eyes. “Ju-just hold on, w-we’ll g-get you out o-of here!” Braq had rejoined the fray, the rifle discharging superheated bolts at the monster. Callio’s paw rubbed against Yotun’s cheek, brushing away the tears he did not feel.
“Silly boy…” she gargled, that light smirk on her bloody lips.
“I n-need to tell you something…”
“Tell…” she managed weakly but could say no more. Her eyes slid shut, her face went slack, and she died in his arms.
“Wh-?” he mumbled, peaking beneath the bandage. “Callio?” He put his head on hers; he did not know why. “Wake up. W-we’ve got to get home…” he told her. “Please w-wake up.” It’s a dream, a bad dream for my journal. “Wake up!” he all but yelled, shaking her broken body. “No…”
Yotun was vaguely aware that Braq had stopped firing, the rifle landing near him as the roht ripped it from the man’s grasp. Braq dove away as it leapt for him again, the shadow taking the opportunity to slash at its haunches. This drew a pained yelp from it, distracting the monster as it whirled to howl at the other predator. Seemingly emboldened, the dark creature attacked with renewed vigour, feinting one way only to pounce from another. Before him Braq snatched up the rifle, hastily slotting rounds into the chamber as the two monsters fought.
“Watch it girl!” he called out as the roht stood up to throw itself heavily at the black reptile. Girl? some part of Yotun’s grief and fear-stricken brain pondered. Whatever ‘she’ was she heeded his warning, rolling beneath and scrambling away from the beast. The roht was starting to lather from its wounds, panting and snarling fiercely. Sensing this, the shadow closed in, biting and slashing at it before darting away. Then she was too close for a moment too long, and the yellow teeth snapped shut around her tail. With a wrenching toss of its shaggy head, the roht flung the lesser predator across the clearing. With a yelp and a sickening crunch, her middle wrapped around a tree trunk.
“NO!” Braq yelled out as she fell solidly to the ground. She had stopped moving. The roht turned its yellow eyes on the gojids. It charged them, and Yotun sat there like a fiirit on the freeway. Braq tried to fire the rifle, but the mechanism jammed with a hefty clunk. Death then. With a terrific yell, Braq threw himself over them both, his broad spikey back flaring. The roht slashed at him, and both barked out in pain. It threw its head low under his spines, grabbing the ecologist by the ankle and dragging him away from the kids.
“Ah-yah!” Braq kicked savagely with his other foot, the claws jabbing at the predator’s face and freeing himself. For a brief moment, the man managed to wrestle his way on top of the creature, wrapping his muscular arms under its head and elbowing its skull repeatedly. But then the monster threw him from itself and pounced on him, Braq barely getting his paws up in time to hold back his demise. But it was a futile maneuverer, and Yotun could see the fear in his eyes the roht’s strength slowly overpowered him.
It killed her, and that dark thing, Yotun thought absently. Soon it’ll kill me, and everything will be alright. His only regret was that Braq would have to die as well.
There was a hollering yell, and then it was off him, the man sucking in air in agony and relief against the ground.
“Ki-yu…” Braq wheezed, trembling as he tried to force himself up. You see that bright one? a half-remembered voice flashed through Yotun’s mind.
The shadow was straddling the roht in the middle of the clearing, screeching at the top of her lungs as she slashed with her claws at its throat. Blue blood was being flung in all directions, the roht’s legs kicking desperately beneath her as it tried to buck the other predator off itself. Its paws scraped at her flanks, but the darkling batted the blows aside. The great beast tried to bite at the reptile’s throat, but she recoiled, and wrapping her clawed hands around the snout snapped it shut. Ki-yu let out a savage bellowing howl before she dragged the still-kicking predator's muzzle and head into her jaws. Yotun tried to look away, but he found he could not. The roht let out a strange bleating sound as great sharp teeth dug through hide and skull and eye and brain. With a sickening Ca-CRUNCH the predator's head shattered, and it stopped crying out. Stopped kicking. It did not even twitch.
Yotun realised he was screaming when his lungs ran out of air. The predator sat astride the roht with its teeth still lodged in the blue mess that was once a head. It was not looking at him, instead, it seemed to be panting. It wore a distant expression on its face, its dark eyes unfocused.
With his unmauled arm, Yotun reached for the rifle. The movement seemed to awake the creature, and it shook its mouth free of the shattered skull with short jerking motions. He pulled it up, heavy and clumsy in his shaking paw. The creature just watched him, its bloodied claws stretched out over its kill. He was trying to figure out how to shoot the thing when Braq limped over and pulled the rifle forcefully from him. He fell to his knees before them, his paws moving desperately over Callio’s corpse.
“Shit! Oh, no, oh shit shit shit!” he muttered to himself. He smelt of blood and sweat.
“She’s dead.” Yotun told him, as simply as if he had asked for the weather. The big man looked him so close and so deep in the eyes, Yotun could see himself reflected in his pupils. Braq hung his head, his heavy paw gripping Yotun’s shoulder. The boy looked up to see that the voice in the forest had ambled over to them. The woodwaif wheezed as she breathed, a strained expression on her long face as she clutched at her ribs. She dragged her tail along the ground, its middle broken where the roht had bitten it. Blue blood covered her, a trickle of red leaking from one nostril. Her dark scales glistened in the sunlight, her form supple and strong. She’s beautiful, he thought distantly as she towered over him.
“Please,” he whispered, “just kill me.”
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“Simbelmynë. Ever has it grown the tombs of my forbears. Now it shall cover the grave of my son. Alas that these evil days should be mine. The young perish and the old linger; that I should live to see the last days of my house… No parent should have to bury their child…”
– Théoden, King of Rohan. The Two Towers.
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2023.03.23 11:06 CitizenSnips4 Digital Daily #11 Written Summary — March 21st [Week 2 Pre-Eviction Spoilers]

This is a summary of Digital Daily #11 (March 21st). Detailed are events that happen leading up to the eviction.
TL;DR:
It’s Roberto vs Renee; one of them will go home Thursday! Digital Daily #9 game talk kicks off in the parlour, where Zach questions Dan on the current vote situation; they discuss Vanessa, the target on Zach’s back, and Anika. In the bedroom, Anika/Daniel/Kuzie have a convo about the guys alliance, Zach, and Santina. Later in the parlour, Kuzie calls out Zach for interrupting Roberto’s pitch yesterday with his intimidating presence. In the Circle K room, Jonathan tells Renee that he is voting for Roberto to stay; Renee expected and respects that.
Going into detail…
0:00:07 - Backyard - Backyard ChatterRoberto/Jonathan/Renee/Vanessa/Shanaya chill in the backyard. Casual conversation about Renee’s criminology degree. Renee thinks Roberto has a secret job, maybe a firefighter. Jonathan walks away. Roberto says he isn’t hiding much. Renee: “well, I’m an open book.” Shanaya about Roberto’s secret job: “we’ll find out.” Renee asks who’s bios they want to see the most when they get out; Renee wants to see Hope’s and Daniel’s. Jonathan returns to the area. They start talking about Roberto’s photo shoots for the BBCAN11 promos.
0:08:15 - Library - Santina vs Hope
Santina and Hope play pool in the library. They joke around here and there, but their focus is the game.
0:11:11 - Parlour - Zach Confides in Dan
Dan updates Zach on the current votes. Dan says Vanessa is willing to vote how Dan wants (to vote out Roberto), but she said she would let him know if she changes her mind, and there is that possibility. Dan: “it’s because she doesn’t trust you.” Zach scoffs. Dan adds that Vanessa doesn’t see Renee as an asset, so if Dan could show her that Renee could be useful, that might change things. Zach says he tried talking to Vanessa earlier to “put things in a decent spot” between them, but Vanessa said she wasn’t playing the game anymore; Vanessa said Jonathan feels the same way. Zach worries: “this could be a short game for me.” Dan: “I hope not.” Dan asks if Zach is worried about being the target next week. Zach: “no unless its Vanessa or Jonathan; everybody else, I don’t think so.” Zach says he wants to fade into the background and let people take each other out. Dan: “yeah you need a week to relax.” Zach hopes Ty will get the next HOH so Zach can just sit back and let the week play out. Zach says he talked to Anika about voting Roberto out; Anika agreed to vote Roberto out, the only things that’s questionable about a “vote flip” is that Santina’s demeanor is making everyone unsure of how she stands with Zach/everyone else and how Roberto factors into that. Conversation wraps up.
0:17:11 - Purple Bedroom - Anika/Daniel/Kuzie Exchange Info
Anika/Daniel/Kuzie talk in the bedroom; Anika says the whole game would change if any of them won HOH, and it could happen. Dan walks in and they switch to casual convo. They joke about being “Toucans” together. Dan squaks like a Toucan. Eventually Dan leaves and they continue talking. Anika: “where was I?” Anika says the leaders of the alliance are Santina/Zach; Roberto was never a leader. Daniel clarifies that there were side alliances though, which is why Jonathan is so mad; there was a guy’s alliance that Zach broke up. Daniel gives his honest read: Zach doesn’t trust Santina/the guys anymore so he’s trying to get in good with them (Daniel/Anika/Kuzie). Anika continues updating them: Santina said she is working with Ty/Zach but she’s playing her own game. Anika retells the story of Anika “blowing up” at Santina during week 1. Kuzie says Santina yelled at Roberto yesterday the way she yelled at Vanessa, saying “keep my name out of your campaign, you’re ruining my game!” Roberto came to Kuzie and said “did I ever use Santina’s name?” and Kuzie confirmed he didn’t. Kuzie was like “isn’t this the same person you want to save?”
0:24:31 - Purple Bedroom - Cackling
Renee/Zach/Hope have joined Anika/Daniel/Kuzie in the purple bedroom. Casual conversation. Zach sits next to Kuzie, contemplating. Kuzie looks just as tense. Everyone else seems distracted by the convo. Eventually Hope leaves, then Zach/Kuzie leave the room at the same time. Daniel/Renee/Anika talk about Daniel’s t-shirts.
0:28:23 - Parlour - Kuzie Calls Out Zach
Zach seems to have followed Kuzie, who has come to the parlour to destress. Kuzie says the constant cackling at things that are not cackle-worthy is driving her crazy. Zach: “let’s not cackle.” Zach says the purple room has more loud people. Kuzie calls out Zach for interrupting Roberto’s pitch with her in the room. It was obvious he was making a pitch. Zach: “to be honest I was so uncomfortable; do I stand, do I just leave?” He admits looking back standing there wasn’t the best option. Kuzie presses: “but at this point in the game, don’t you realize that when you walk into a room and people start talking general talk, they were probably talking about something and I should just give them space?” Zach agrees, but it was the first time in the house that he walked into a room and it was glaringly obvious that everyone was just talking about him. Kuzie says he should expect that his name is going to be brought up if he is involved in the reason why Roberto is on the block. Kuzie: “because now what it looks like, is that you’re keeping guard. ‘Are you gonna say anything?’” Kuzie said it was intimidating behavior. Zach said it would have been worse if he went into the room, looked at everyone, and then walked out. Kuzie: “how would that have been worse? That would be realizing they are talking and then giving them space.” Zach apologizes and says but it wasn’t his intention [the ol’ “intent is the only thing that matters” fake apology]. Kuzie says she doesn’t want Zach to look like he’s intimidating people. Zach continues to justify his standing in the room. He brings up Santina, and Kuzie asks how they are doing right now. Zach says he tried to fix things with Santina. Zach says someone told him that Jonathan/Santina/Roberto were seen/heard talking about targeting Zach; when Zach confronted Santina about it, she said she didn’t hear anything like that. Zach told Santina: “perception is everything. And if it looks like you’re planning to turn against me and lying about it…” and then Santina got mad. Kuzie: “I didn’t realize she was as emotional as she is.” Zach continues to justify targeting Roberto this week.
0:38:05 - Purple Bedroom - Daniel Clocks Zach’s Lie
Daniel and Anika have a quick talk alone. Daniel says that Zach blamed Roberto for “spilling the beans” (about something) to Vanessa, which is why Vanessa blew up at Zach. Daniel, however knew that Roberto didn’t leak info to Vanessa because Roberto was shocked/confused when he heard about the blow up. The conversation is cut off by people walking through the door. Renee/Hope join Daniel/Anika in the bedroom. Daniel gets mad at Hope for not switching his laundry (his excuse for cutting off the previous convo). Daniel leaves to take care of his laundry. Hope does his impression of Daniel waking up and saying good morning to the cameras [lol].
0:41:06 - Library - Getting to Know Roberto & Santina
Before the camera switch, Roberto was telling Santina of who he is looking for in a relationship. Santina: “so that’s what Rob’s looking for!” Roberto: “now you know, Canada!” Roberto talks at length about his personal journey/things in his life that shaped him. After a while, Roberto asks Santina how she feels. Santina begins to share her personal values. The conversation lasts a while.
0:54:57 - Circle K - Claudia & Ty Moment
Claudia and Ty goof around in the Circle K room. They embrace for a while, then Claudia leaves. Ty: “I’ll be out there in a minute.”
0:56:02 - Parlour - Zach Kisses Up to Kuzie
Back to Kuzie and Zach. General game talk at this point; Kuzie says how she would choose nominations (not who, just how it would affect her to do it). They hear laughter in the other room. Zach: “they’re just kids, Kuze.” Kuzie: “how old are you?” Zach: “how old do you think?” Kuzie: “31.” Zach: “yep” [he’s 34]. Zach: “they’re just kids..” Kuzie: “but, uhhh— not really.” Kuzie asks if Zach is feeling so overwhelmed that he doesn't want to play anymore. Zach says he’s still definitely gonna play, it’s just, everything he planned so far in the game has gone to plan. Kuzie says he had the wrong read on Vanessa. Kuzie jokes that Zach left Kuzie for Santina and “that’s what happens!” Zach says it scares him that Santina is so emotional. Zach tells Kuzie she is playing the game the best. Someone walks by and Zach waves like he’s the president, so they talk about beauty pageants for a while. Zach continues to compliment Kuzie, then they get up and Kuzie teaches Zach how to dance for a while.
1:12:17 - Purple Bedroom - Bedroom Chat
Kuzie/Zach join various houseguests in the purple bedroom. General chit-chat goofiness for a while. They notice the pink room is narrower than the purple room.
1:15:43 - Kitchen - Kitchen Stuff
Dan and Claudia prepare food in the kitchen. They make bacon and chicken. Casual talk about cheeses.
1:23:32 - Bathroom - Kuzie & Santina Gratitude Moment
Kuzie and Santina talk about support groups in friends. There talk about gratitude, and thank BB for all the unlimited food they get while they there. Kuzie notices Santina is brushing her teeth in the middle of the day: “I should start doing that.” Teeth and braces talk begins.
1:27:06 - Library - Ty & Vanessa Quick Chat
Ty and Vanessa talk in the library. Vanessa says she’s out of the loop when it comes to game. Ty asks if she’s made any partnerships. Vanessa: “I haven’t.” She says she will take a page out of Jonathan’s book and only play in the competitions and not make any personal relationships. Ty says Dan is fond of her (as is Ty). Ty: “you’re not playing for Dan, you’re not here for me, you’re not here for Hope.”
1:29:36 - Circle K - Renee Campaigns to Jonathan
Jonathan tells Renee if she makes it past this week things could look up for her. Renee says she is sorry that Jonathan is in the position he is in this week (voting out Roberto or Renee). Jonathan says moving forward he will use his competitive and loyal qualities as assets. Renee agrees that those are his good traits. Kuzie walks in momentarily to get a drink. She leaves. Quiet unsure small talk continues. Mostly silent thinking. Then Renee says she is trying to give everyone space, since everyone is so drained already, but she’s in a tough spot because she also needs to campaign. Renee says she understands Jonathan is in a tough spot this week, but she hopes she would have his vote to stay this week. Jonathan says he will vote for Roberto to stay; even if the house is leaning toward evicting him, Jonathan will be his only vote in support of his friend. Renee says she expected that and respects it. Jonathan says he is going to be the next target. Renee is shocked and says she has only heard good things about Jonathan. Jonathan says it’s true, she will hear that Jonathan is the next target with all these lies about him, but it’s not true. Renee says if she stays, she will spread more positivity about Jonathan around the house. Jonathan believes his talks with Zach/Ty have made him the next public enemy #1. Jonathan: “you’ll hear about it. the seeds have been planted.” Renee: “well let’s hope the soil isn’t fertile!” Roberto walks in and joins the party.
1:44:07 - Circle K - Roberto/Renee/Jonathan Meeting
Renee/Jonathan/Roberto raise their tea cans and say “cheers”. Jonathan says they will have a couple real ones on the outside. Roberto: “oh we’ll have more than a couple.” The group is sad about the nomination situation. Renee says Roberto to Jonathan is like Renee to Hope. They compliment Hope extensively. Renee: “he drives me nuts, but I love him.” Roberto feels the pressure of being on the block: “as much as we are playing the game, it’s a hard pill to swallow that the people you’ve enjoyed in this place… (vote you out). I couldn’t even imagine it right now. But that’s the game, one winner.” They all agree, it’s crazy. Renee asks if Robert campaigned with anyone or gave them space. Roberto says he talked to people and told them his intentions for the game moving forward if he stays, then the rest of his day was casual. Roberto: “I don’t think people are talking much game, or maybe, we’re not…” They continue to lament their situation. Vanessa walks in.
1:52:08 - Circle K - Bios
Vanessa joins Renee/Roberto/Jonathan. Vanessa says when she was fitness training and not drinking alcohol, she used to take pre-workout to the bar. Roberto: “to be honest Vanessa, the thought of you on pre-workout scares the s—t out of me.” Vanessa laughs. They talk about their bios. Roberto recites what he thinks is in Renee’s bio.
1:55:51 - Kitchen - Grab a Plate
Most of the houseguests are in the kitchen. They grab their plates for dinner and start serving themselves.
2:00:17 - Dining Table - Dinner Time
Everyone eats at the dining table (there aren’t enough chairs so Kuzie and Ty sit at the side tables). Random chatter here and there, but everyone is focused on eating. And that’s a wrap for Digital Daily #11!

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2023.03.23 06:28 menorahman100 The Rose and the Pentagram

“Children of the Sun” from the Italian manuscript “De Sphaera”, owned by the Sforza family and dated to ca 1460AD. Heinrich Agrippa served as a captain under Maximilian Sforza in 1513-1515AD
Die Rose (the Rose) is a longsword, dussack, rappier and quarterstaff technique described by fencing masters starting from about 1516AD. This striking sequence, as used by several masters including, Andre Paurnfeindt, Paul Hektor Mair [1] and Joachim Meyer [2], and several later derivative works [3], has confused some of us as we try to understand the relationship between the name and the application of the technique.
To be able to understand Die Rose I believe we need to understand what connotations the renaissance man had to the word rose and with that understanding we can apply it to our interpretations of the technique. The following article might seem like a novel by Dan Brown, but explores some of the ideas the men and women of the Renaissance shared, sometimes in more or less secret societies.
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Symbolism regarding the human body and strength & weakness, geometrics, angles and actions all tie together in the various illustrations of many fencing treatises of the Renaissance and we need to examine this topic both broadly and deeply. Here, the relationship between the Rose, the Pentagon and the Pentagram are crucial to our interpretations.
Having studied the topic for some time, I would suggest that the execution of this particular striking sequence should be thought of as following the shape of the open-petaled, wild rose rather than that of the cultivated romantic rose that we generally think of today, as the modern type of cultivated roses weren’t introduced into Europe until the late eighteenth century, and up until the mid 16th century the only two roses cultivated were Rosa Gallica and Rosa Alba [4].
Furthermore, from a symbolical outset, with the word rose the renaissance man would more commonly have thought of the kind of heraldic and symbolical rose that Henry VII combined from the roses of the House of York and the House of Lancaster into the Tudor Rose. Consequently, I would suggest that the symbolism of the five petals and the angles are of great importance for us to understand in our attempts at understanding Die Rose.
But before exploring this more deeply I would briefly like to expand on the symbolism of the rose as it goes much farther back than this, even as far back as to the ancient Greeks and beyond.
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The gallery above shows a glimpse of the early roots and wide connections surrounding Christian symbolism in relation to the early fencing culture. The picture is quite complex as it is constituted of parts that are quite separated both in time and place, as we will see as we continue.
The passage of Venus from James Ferguson’s “Astronomy Explained Upon Sir Isaac Newton’s Principles”, 1799.
To begin with an interesting astrological and astronomical connection to the Rose is the fact that the passage of Venus over an eight year period, as perceived from Earth, describes the shape of a Rose and a pentagram, a discovery which has been claimed to go as far back as the Akkadians’, with the world’s oldest astrological text, a Venus-tablet from Ninevehand dated to the 17th century BC, and the later Babylonians’, understanding of Ishtar. However, this claim should be taken with a pinch of salt as the Akkadian noting of the eight-year rythm and five synodic periods of Venus do not equate to a proper understanding of the Earth-centric Venus Pentagram. Still, this astronomical curiousity possibly explains her common association with the Rose and the pentagram, but it is difficult to properly trace how early this discovery really was made, despite the numerous theories on the topic.
Regardless, Venus was also called the morning star and the light bringer, in Roman “Lucifer“, and not until ca 200AD was Satan connected to the name Lucifer by Christian thinkers like Tertullianus and Origenes, perhaps partly due to her also being the evening star.
Horus – Egyptian Sun, Moon & Sky God, God of War, Hunting and Secrecy, depicted with a Falcon head.
Furthermore, as early as in ancient Egypt we can trace the roots of the concept of Sub Rosa, as it dates back to the Egyptian Sky God Horus in about 3000BCE. Being the Sky God, Horus was also the God of the Sun and the Moon and one of his emblems was the rose. Horus was also the God of War and Hunting and was represented by the falcon.
The Romans and the Greek regarded Horus as the God of Silence, which led to him, and the rose being associated with secrecy (finger over the lips). With this in mind Roman banquets often had roses hanging from, or depictions of roses painted, in the ceiling, implying that what was said under the influence of wine, should remain “sub rosa” i.e. in secret. The same custom was used in the medieval councils where a rose hanging from the ceiling pledged all present to secrecy. The same can even be seen on some Catholic Confession Chairs that are adorned with five-petaled roses.
The early teachings of Kunst des Fechten was of course all meant to be kept secret, all the way up until the time of the printing press, where freyfechter Paurnfeindt is one of the first masters to spread his teachings widely in 1516. This was followed quite successfully by freyfechter Meyer with his treatise of 1570 and possibly we can trace a difference in the attitude towards keeping the Art secret between the two guilds, as few Marxbrüdere ever published printed treatises. Regardless, here we can’t really apply the meaning of secrecy in the same sense for Die Rose. However, The Rose could be considered to be a deceitful technique where you hide your intentions, similar to the Stürtzhauw or the Fehler, something which Meyer was very fond of, as is apparent from his treatises.
Regardless, here we can’t really apply the meaning of secrecy in the same sense for Die Rose. However, The Rose could be considered to be a deceitful technique where you hide your intentions, similar to the Stürtzhauw or the Fehler, something which Meyer was very fond of, as is apparent from his treatises.
Continuing with the shared symbolism between early Euro-Asian religions, their ties to Christian mysticism and symbolism and the fencing guilds, we see the Persian Sun God Mithra, depicted with a Lion ca 1400BC. Mithra was also the God of Justice and War and he was particularly popular with the Roman soldiers in the form of Mithras who was their patron. Mithras is often equated with Phanes, then depicted as a lion-headed man with golden wings.
The symbols of the Four Evangelists, from the Book of Kells (late 6th to 9th cent.)
Greek and Roman mythology continues with the Hellenistic Sun God Apollo Helios, brother of Moon God Artemis, sometimes depicted riding a griffin and Dionysos depicted in a chariot pulled by a panther, a gryp and a bull, quite similar to the symbols of the Four Evangelists; a lion, an eagle, an ox and an angel. Dionysos has also been claimed to be part of the roots for the mythology surrounding Christ [5].
At about 50BC-350AD we see various depictions of the Egyptian Sun God Horus, the Greek/Roman Sun God Helios, and the Roman Sun God Sol Invictus surrounded by the Zodiac, symbolizing the twelve months and the four seasons. These type of depictions are also seen in Persian books on alchemy and astrology in the 1200-1300s and in Europe with Christ in the centre, replacing Helios, at about 1000-1400AD.
It is also interesting to note that Horus’ mother Isis was also associated with the rose and she was often depicted nursing baby Horus, very similar to the imagery of Virgin Mary and baby Jesus who was also strongly associated with the rose [5]. There are numerous more similarities between Christian mythology and the Egyptian, Greek and Roman religions and there is quite obviously a lot of similar content, as was noted already in antiquity [6].
In the early Renaissance we also see the first images of the masculine Sun and the feminine Moon connected to the opposites of the Lion and the Griffin, locked in eternal struggle with each other.
The Sun and the Moon fighting, riding a Lion and a Griffin, the symbols chosen by the Marxbrüder and the Freyfechter. – From a Renaissance Rosicrucian Compendium on Alchemy
Partially due to the Renaissance admiration of the ancient Egyptians, Romans and Greeks, a belief in astrology, alchemy and magic was common in all stratas of society. Referencing to the older pantheons, history and use of symbolism was quite common, as can be seen in the image depicting the Children of the Sun below, a scene that comes in many variants from the mid 1400s to the 1600s, as previously shown.
Planetenkinder der Sonne, by Hans Sebald Beham, ca 1530-40AD.
Not so surprisingly, considering the Renaissance fascination with astrology and alchemy, several fencing masters are known to have included religious, astrological and magical symbols in their treatises, including for instance; Hans Talhoffer who wrote briefly about astrology and the Sun and who showed St. Mark as his patron saint and Achille Marozzo depicted in a circle of magical symbols, as seen below.
Fencing Master Achille Marozzo writing down magical symbols for St. Michael and steel, among other things, in the preface of his fencing treatise Opera Nova of 1536.
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Returning to the pentagram the Greek mathematician and philosopher Pythagoras, considered five to be the number of man, due to the fivefold division of the body, and the division of the soul. He also considered the five points of the pentagram to each represent one of the five elements that make up man: fire, water, air, earth, and psyche. This symbolism, as with much other symbolism has remained both in use and has acted as a great influence on later thinkers, not least in the Renaissance, when the admiration and celebration of the ancient Romans and Greeks was flourishing in the Arts and Sciences.
Furthermore, going at least as far back as the Templar Knights of the 1100s we see the pentagram associated with the rose, symbolically attached to the five wounds of Christ, as well as the idea of Christ being the Alpha and the Omega, since one can draw a pentagram from beginning to end in one continuous (and perpetuous) movement, thus symbolising both eternity and rebirth. [7]
The English are said to have called the pentagram the Endless Knot which is examplified by the quote below and again we see the notion of a single but complex and potentially endless movement that crosses several lines.

It is a symbol which Solomon conceived once To betoken holy truth, by its intrinsic right, For it is a figure which has five points, And each line overlaps and is locked with another; And it is endless everywhere, and the English call it, In all the land, I hear, the Endless Knot.” [8] Legend of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, Stanzas 27-28 (1380 c.

Through all this the rose and the pentagram have strong ties to Christian Renaissance symbolism, Kabbalism and not least Martin Luther and the early Rosicrucians who were strongly associated with Lutheranism. And perhaps here is where we can understand the Cutting Rose a bit clearer.
Design for a Stained Glass Window for Christoph von Eberstein, by Hans Holbein the Younger, 1522. The rose is part of the Coat of Arms of the Ebersteins. Joachim Meyer dedicated parts of his Ms.82 Rostock-treatise of 1570 to Heinrich von Eberstein.
With Fechtmeister and Freyfechter Joachim Meyer being a prime example, we know that several of the freyfechtere had strong ties to the Protestant Reformation and especially the Calvinist movement, but even the Marxbrüdere (The Brotherhood of Our dear lady and pure Virgin Mary and the Holy and warlike heavenly prince Saint Mark) were members of a deeply religious organization and both fencing guilds carefully chose their respective identifying crests, each with obvious Christian symbolism; the Winged Lion of St. Mark and the Griffin, respectively. Two distinct opposites in earlier symbolical history, as previously shown.
A marxbrüder praying to his patron saint Saint Mark.
A collage of artwork by Virgil Solis and unknown artist, depicting Freyfechtere with their symbol the Griffin. Dated to the mid 1500s.
The Luther Rose & Rosicrucian Rose. Martin Luther showing M13 hand sign.
With the connections between the Freyfechtere and the Protestant Reformation in mind, it is also interesting to note that the seal of the Protestant reformist Martin Luther was based on a five-petaled Rosa Alba, a heart and a cross, where the various elements and colors have specific symbolical meanings regarding Christian virtues and vice.
Furthermore, a deep interest in mathematics and geometry was common during the Renaissance, as evidenced by daVinci’s Vitruvian Man from ca 1487AD. This drawing was made to visualize the ideal human proportions with geometry as described by the Roman architect Vitruvius in his treatise De Archietectura, where he described the human figure as being the chief source of proportion for architecture. The human body, as created by God was simply seen as the ultimate perfection and a synthesis of Divinity and Humanity.
This has also been connected to the idea of the Golden Ratio as can be seen in Agrippa’s human pentagram below and this concept has been used extensively in various aspects of society.
So, what about the pentagram and sword cuts then? Well, historically the pentagram has been drawn both point up and point down, the latter also being related to Satanism as many realize today. But, what is interesting for when interpreting the fencing treatises, is that when a pentagram is overlaid upon a body, it gives diagonal and horizontal lines that pass outside of the body contour with a starting and ending point at the head and corner points that work with several of the guards and cuts.
A pentagram overlaid over a human body, by Heinrich Agrippa.
Perhaps this is what we are taught when the Rose technique is described – a movement where the point is moved offline, but still, more or less, follows a geometrical line in the shape of the pentagram rose, a movement that is complex and passes more than one line, ending with a blow to the head where the pentagram starts and ends?
The name is meant to cause fencers to associate their cuts with the shape of the five petals of a rose. Meyer even says this explicitly in his treatise of 1570, when he speaks of the secondary cuts for the dussack, although his notion of the Rose is not necessarily exactly the same as that of his predecessors:

Also some receive their names from the shape they resemble in cutting, like the Rose Cut.” [9] Meyer, Gründtliche Beschreibung der freyen Ritterlichen und Adelichen Kunst des Fechtens, 1570

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2023.03.23 05:29 menorahman100 Blasphemous Quotes from Freemasonry

General Albert Pike, Grand Commander, sovereign pontiff of universal freemasonry, giving instructions to the 23 supreme councils of the world.

"That which we must say to the crowd is, we worship a god, but it is the god one adores without superstition. To you sovereign grand inspector general, we say this and you may repeat it to the brethren of the 32nd, 31st and 30th degrees - the Masonic religion should be by all of us initiates of the high degrees, maintained in the purity of the Luciferian doctrine. If lucifer were not god, would Adonay (the God of the Christians) whose deeds prove cruelty, perfidy and hatred of man, barbarism and repulsion for science, would Adonay and His priests, calumniate Him? Yes, lucifer is god, and unfortunately Adonay is also God, for the eternal law is that there is no light without shade, no beauty without ugliness, no white without black, for the absolute can only exist as two gods. Darkness being necessary for light to serve as its foil, as the pedestal is necessary to the statue, and the brake to the locomotive. Thus, the doctrine of Satanism is heresy, and the true and pure philosophical religion is the belief in lucifer, the equal of Adonay, but lucifer, god of light and god of good, is struggling for humanity against Adonay, the god of darkness and evil"

Recorded by A.C. De La Rive, La Femme et Lenfant dans La Franc-Maconnerie Universelle, Page 588. Cited from The question of freemasonry, ( 2nd edition 1986 by Edward Decker pp12-14)

"The dunces who led primitive Christianity astray, by substituting faith for science, reverie for experience, the fantastic for the reality; and the inquisitors who for so many ages waged against Magism (magic and sorcery) a war of extermination, have succeeded in shrouding in darkness the ancient discoveries of the human mind"

Albert Pike [33rd degree Mason] 'Morals and Dogma' 732 (Note: Commander Albert Pike was Grand Master of the Central Directory at Washington, D.C., Grand Commander of the Supreme Council at Charleston, S.C., and Sovereign Pontiff of Universal Freemasonry. He was an honorary member of almost every Supreme Council in the world, personally receiving 130 Masonic degrees)

"Masonry is the descendent of, or is founded upon, a divinely imparted religion which long antedates the prime date of creation as given in our Bible. It is all that remains to us of the first world religion which flourished in an antiquity so old that it is impossible to affix a date. It was the first unified religion... To this, such symbols as the pyramids, both in Egypt and South America, bear witness... The ancient mysteries were temporary custodians of the ancient truth and closely allied to the Masonic work of today... the relation of the Mysteries to Masonry has oft been recognized, and the golden thread of living continuity can be traced through them to modern Masonry. The Mysteries...are all parts of that ancient thread which has its origin in that primeval religion which terminates today in masonry"

Foster Bailey [33rd degree Mason], 'The Spirit of Freemasonry' 30-2

"All antiquity believed ...in a Mediator or Redeemer, by means of whom the Evil Principle was to be overcome and the Supreme Deity reconciled to His creatures. The belief was general that he was to be born of a virgin and suffer a painful death. The Hindus called him Krishna; the Chinese, Kioun-tse; the Persians, Sosiosch; the Scandinavins, Balder; the Christians, Jesus; the Masons, Hiram"

Pirtle, The [Masonic] Kentucky Monitor 14,15

"The religion of Freemasonry is not Christian"

Albert Mackey [33rd degree Mason and Secretary General of the Supreme Council of the thirty third degree Scottish Rite], 'Encyclopaedia of Freemasonry'. 618

'That sacred and invisible bond that unites men of the most discordant opinions into one band of brothers, which gives one language to men of all nations and one altar to men of all religions, is properly, from the mysterious influence it exerts, denominated the mystic tie; and Freemasons because they alone are under its influence, or enjoy its benefits, are called brethren of the mystic tie'

Albert Mackey [33rd degree Mason and Secretary General of the Supreme Council of the thirty third degree Scottish Rite], 'Encyclopaedia of Freemasonry'. Vol 2 778

"Masonry is regarded as the direct descendant, or as a survival of the mysteries...of Isis and Osiris in Egypt"

Robert Freke Gould, History of Freemasonry 1:13

"Man is God in the making.."

Manley P Hall. [33rd degree Mason] 'Lost keys of Freemasonry' 92

"Be still - and know - that I am God"'..'THAT I AM GOD'- the final recognition of the All in All, the unity of self with the Cosmos - the cognition of the Divinity OF THE SELF!"

George H.Steinmetz, 'The Lost Word: Its hidden meaning 241-242

"The signs, symbols and inscriptions date from...the Sumerian civilizations..., Chaldea [Babylon], Assyria, Greece, Rome and even in Mexico and Yucatan... Some rites of the Scottish rite of Freemasonry of our Mother Jurisdiction have been in existence from time immemorial. For we teach the same grand truths, the same sublime philosophies...as those adepts of the ancient mysteries taught in their esoteric rites"

Henry C. Clausen, 'Messages for a Mission' [the Supreme Council 33rd degree, A & ARFM, Mother Jurisdiction of the World, 1971] 5-7

"Freemasonry is the survivor of the ancient mysteries - nay, we may go further and call it the guardian of the mysteries"

Bro. J.S.M.Ward. 'Freemasonry and the ancient gods' 347

"Man is never closer to God than when he kneels, spiritually naked, at the altar of Freemasonry"
"Masonic Services Association" series. vol.19 p14
"The Second Landmark is the Volume of Sacred Law, open in the Lodge. But the Bible is not, in freemasonry, more than one of the Great Lights, and never has been, for the reason that Masons are not required to believe its teachings...The stern fact is that we are constantly admitting Hindu%uFFFDs, Chinese, Mohammedans, Parsees and Jews, not one of whom believes in the Bible, and this forces the conclusion that Masonry regards the Bible only as a symbol"

Masonic Record, June 1926 in an article by Bro. T.H.R. entitled 'What are our Landmarks'
The Oxford University Press publishes a special edition of the Bible for presentation to Masonic candidates containing a declaration that the Bible itself is a symbol - that is, a part taken for the whole. And in the same edition, Dr. Fort Newton explains that:

"the whole includes God's revelation through the Bible, the Koran, the Vedas, etc.
"Even our so called Christian degrees have taken a Christian colour merely because, in the main, we are Christians, and not because they are in essence Christian"

JSM Ward. Freemasonry and the ancient gods. P347

"The interpretation of the symbols of Freemasonry from a Christian point of view is a theory adopted by some, but one which I think does not belong to the ancient system. The principles of Freemasonry preceded the advent of Christianity. If Masonry were merely a Christian institution, the Jew, the Moslem, the Brahman and the Buddhist, could not consistently partake of its illumination. But its universality is its boast. In its language, citizens of every nation may converse; at its altar men of all religions may kneel; to its creed disciples of every faith may subscribe"

Albert Mackey, [33rd degree Mason and Secretary General of the Supreme Council of the thirty third degree Scottish Rite] 'Encyclopaedia of Freemasonry'.

"Triangle - An important symbol in Masonry. 1. The equilateral triangle was adopted by all ancient nations as a symbol of Deity, and was regarded as the most perfect of figures. It constantly recurred in Craft Masonry as well as in the Royal Arch. 2. The right angled triangle was also regarded as an important figure. Among the Egyptians the base represented Osiris, or the male principle; the perpendicular, Isis, or the female principle; and the hypoteneuse, Horus, their son.

R.H.MacKenzie, 'The Royal Masonic cylopedia, Rites, Symbolism and Biograghy' 743

"Are they seriously suggesting that all the clergy be compelled to renounce their vows made at their initiation and subsequent advancement in the craft."

The Rev. Alexander Morris (when in May 1951, Dr. Hubert S. Box proposed that the Convocation of Canterbury should set up an inquiry into Freemasonry)

"The true Mason is not creed bound. He realizes with the divine illumination of his lodge, that as a Mason his religion must be Universal. Christ, Buddha or Mohammed. The name means little, for he recognizes only the light and not the bearer. He worships at every shrine, bows before every altar, whether in temple, mosque, pagoda or cathedral, and realizes with his true understanding the oneness of all spiritual truths. No true Mason can be narrow for his lodge is the divine expression of all broadness."

(contrary to Matt.7 v 13-14) Manley P Hall [ 33rd degree Mason] 'Lost Keys of Freemasonry' 64,

"When the Mason learns that the key to the warrior on the block is the proper application of the dynamo of living power, he has learned the mystery of his craft. The seething energies of Lucifer are in his hands and before he may step onwards and upwards he must prove his ability to properly apply (this) energy."

Manley P Hall [33rd degree Mason] 'Lost Keys of Freemasonry' 48,

'..the true Mason raises himself by degrees until he reaches heaven'

- extract from the 28th degree lecture.

"There he stands without (outside) our portals, on the threshold of his new Masonic life, in darkness, helplessness and ignorance. Having been wandering amiss the errors and covered over with the pollutions of the outer and profane world, he comes to our door, seeking the new birth, and asking a withdrawal of the veil which conceals divine truth from his uninitiated sight"

Albert Mackey, [33rd degree Mason and Secretary General of the Supreme Council of the thirty third degree Scottish Rite] 'The Manual of the Lodge' (105:20 cf. 13:5)
Coil's Masonic Encyclopaedia (95: 516-17) makes the following blasphemous statement about our Creator:

"Men have to decide whether they want a God like the ancient Hebrew Yahweh*, a partisan tribal god, with whom they can talk and argue and from whom they can hide if necessary, or a boundless, eternal, universal, undenominational, and international Divine Spirit so vastly removed from the speck called man, that he cannot be known, named or approached. So soon as man begins to laud his God and endow him with the most perfect human attributes such as justice, mercy, beneficence, etc. the Divine Essence is depreciated and despoiled... The Masonic test is a Supreme Being, and any qualification added is an innovation and distortion...Monotheism. violates Masonic principles, for it requires belief in a specific kind of Supreme Deity."

\Note: the ancient caananite weather god is yahweh as taught by masons and higher critics such as Kittle and Gesenius, (a study of Gesenius will demonstrate this to be factual). Whatever, this does not make yahweh or any other god the Creator, whose name is Yahuah!*
Coil's Masonic Encyclopaedia (95: 516) and the 'Masonic Ritual and Monitor' (58: 226) admit that 'Bul' or 'Bel' refers to the Assyrian or Canaanite deity, and that 'On' refers to the Egyptian deity Osiris. Wagner in his 'Freemasonry; An Interpretation' (16:338 -39) reveals the Masonic goal in this pagan trinity..

"In this compound name an attempt is made to show by a co-ordination of divine names.. the unity, identity and harmony of the Hebrew, Assyrian and Egyptian god-ideas, and the harmony of the Royal Arch religion with these ancient religions. This Masonic 'unity of God' is peculiar. It is the doctrine that the different names of gods as Brahma, Jehovah, Baal, Bel, Om, On, etc., all denote the generative principle, and that all religions are essentially the same in their ideas of the divine."
..'it is the body of the Holy Spirit, the Universal agent, the Serpent devouring his own tail'

Rex Hutchens [33rd Mason] 'A Bridge to Light' 253 Published by the Supreme Council, Thirty-third Degree Ancient and Accepted Scottish rite of Freemasonry Southern Jurisdiction,

"Masonry, like all the religions, all the mysteries, Hermericism and alchemy conceals its secrets from all but the adepts and sages, or the elect, and uses false explanations and misinterpretations of its symbols to mislead those who deserve to be misled, to conceal the truth, which it calls light, from them and to draw them away from it. The blue degrees (that is the craft degrees) are but the outer courts or portico of the temple. Part of the symbols are displayed there to the initiate, but he is intentionally misled by false interpretations. It is not intended that he shall understand them, but it is intended that he shall imagine he understand them. Albert Pike's Morals and Dogma 104,105 & 819)

A comprehensive and concise book, 'A Bridge to Light' by DR. Hutchens, summarizes our Scottish Rite Degrees and assists in a ready understanding and appreciation of our ritual. Also it frequently returns to the great cornerstone of our order, Albert Pike's Morals and Dogma.. Taken from the official Supreme Council Masonic web site on 22/08/00 from a section entitled: 'A presentation concerning the Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite of Freemasonry'.
Masons use the two triangles to represent this idea of opposites. In the short talk Bulletin, a pamphlet which is to be read in the lodges, we are told that the triangles "are symbolic of good and evil, day and night, the Chinese yang and yin.."
'Point within a circle' Short Talk Bulletin August 1931 vol.9 (reprinted July 1990)

"However I have to say that in over 40 years membership of the order I have never been conscious of any conflict between my Christian belief and my membership of the Order. Yes it is true that Christ is not mentioned in our Craft degrees, but that does not mean He is not present at our meetings. If He dwells in the heart of the Christian, then He is present"[This would presupose that these men are born again of the Spirit of Yehovah, and are true believers with a biblically based faith! With so much blasphemy in the Lodge, how could any Mason, professing to be a true Christian remain?]

Past Chaplain the Rev.H.R.Allen O.B.E M.A 'Freemasonry and the Church' 1992

"When later he (the Mason) is given Light, it means really that he is taught the principles of Occultism."

Arthur H. Ward. 'Masonic symbolism and the Mystic Way' 149-150

"By the Lambskin [apron] the Mason is reminded of the purity of life and rectitude of conduct which are so essentially necessary to his gaining admission into the Celestial Lodge above [heaven] where the Supreme Architect of the Universe presides"

Albert Mackey, [33rd degree Mason and Secretary General of the Supreme Council of the thirty third degree Scottish Rite] 'Encyclopaedia of Freemasonry'. rev.ed "apron", 72-74

"Both Jesus Christ and God are very important in my life but I don't like the Christianity that links the two. I have found a lot of the answers to my questions in Freemasonry.

Jim Davidson talking to 'Hello' magazine June 1996

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2023.03.23 05:29 ChronicNova The Emanation Of Dirty Beard... Or "What's Your Favorite Meme?"

Howdy y'all! LTL FTP and boy do I have a tale to tell. This will be long and possibly the start of a new saga of beard tales. As a connoisseur of beard mythos, I felt compelled to add my own encounters with a beard that changed my perspective on life forever.
Now, before we jump right in, let me set the scene. It was late summer of '16 and the freshman walk through of our college campus created a lingering energy that hung in the air. Excitement, nervousness, and a hunger to impress were so tangible, you could almost cut through it. The college that I attended is known for a few things, but mostly known for being one of the biggest party schools in the Midwest. (Give you one guess as to where.) This will be important in later stories.
Everyone was split into groups to make the tour a little easier, rather than just have one big glob of sweaty young adults squeezed together like a can of sardines. This is where I had my first run in with... Dirty Beard.
Now, in true beard fashion, Dirty had a particular smell about him that would radiate outwards, almost as if to warn poor innocent souls of his impending presence. His scent was that sickly sweet parfume de B.O. mixed with dirty, crusty socks. (Seriously, what is with NBs and smelling like total fucking ass??) He would at least try to mask himself with half a can of Axe™ body spray, and idk if anyone has tried to put an air freshener on a month old pile of garbage, but it never works.
Dirty was a bit of a rare breed of beard. He wasn't too overweight and didn't have long greasy locks. Rather, he was slightly rotund and kept his head shaved to try and hide the fact that he had early onset male pattern baldness (spoiler, we all knew). Wispy strands of facial hair spotted his face, with most of it centered on his sideburns, chin, and upper lip. The hair on his neck was as sparse as the rest, but darker. He stood at about 5' 7" or so, and was often spotted wearing a dark grey t-shirt, cargo shorts with a stain on one of the leg pockets, mid-calf socks, and New Balance™ shoes, that would make any grilling dad worth his weight in bratwursts, jealous. My favorite part though was his bag. It was an over the shoulder laptop bag/satchel type beat, littered with an abundance of anime girl pins ranging from SFW to "Hmmmm, I'm pretty sure that's just hentai." But I digress
Back to the tour. After checking out some of the buildings that held different departments, in an area called the pentacrest, we took a break out back where students often study or spend some time in the sun. For most of the visit, I had been fortunate enough to be inside with enough space between the beard and myself to not even notice him. But outside however, our group formed a small circle of about 15 or so people, and Dirty Beard was sitting a few spaces away from me.
In my state, the summers are very humid and temperatures can settle into the mid to upper 90s (on a good day.) So with the humidity making everyone sweat and the heat practically cooking us, all it took was one soft, gentle summer breeze for most people to cover their nose with their shirts and shoot annoyed looks over at Dirty Beard. But, non the wiser, Dirty seemed to be enjoying the weather, and by the paleness of his skin, it looked like he needed the vitamin D.
Our campus liaison then suggested we do a round of ice breakers. (ugh.)
CL: Alright y'all, we should get to know each other a little better. The reason that the groups were assigned as they were today, is because everyone here is going to be living in the same dorm! There are a few people from each LLC, so hopefully when y'all get settled in, you might recognize a few familiar faces to help ease you into this big life transition.
Brief pause. We got to choose a "Living Learning Community" to join as a way to socialize with people with similar interests or majors. Ok. Back at it.
We went around the circle saying our names, our LLCs, and a fun fact about us. It eventually came around to me.
Nova: Uh, hi. I'm Nova. I'm in the Just About Music (JAM) LLC and I guess my fun fact is I played the piano for like 13 years.
There was a stifled laugh from Dirty Beard.
Nova: Is there something wrong with that?
Dirty: Hahahaha, no, not at all. Just thought that you should know that the piano is a girls instrument.
Nova: There's no such thing as a "girls" instrument. There are only instruments.
CL: Ok, ok, let's get back on track here.
Dirty: Sure whatever you say man. Just seems kinda girly to me.
This had me heated. Right off the bat I already despised the rude, smelly beard. Granted, he struck a sore spot, because when I was younger I was teased for playing the piano. It's something I've worked through and eventually became something to be proud of, but at the time I could feel my face turn red and my jaw clench. It was right then and there that I decided that my relationship with DB was going to be less than pleasant. Along with being bullied, I had a bit of a bullying streak myself. (Shit rolls down hill, what can I say.) So from then on, whenever I had an opportunity to mess with this kid, I immediately jumped on it. If I'm being honest, I'm not proud of everything I did to this guy, but the more I interacted with him, the more he just seemed to be ASKING for it. Again, I digress.
After a few more introductions, it finally came around to Dirty Beard.
Dirty: It's a pleasure to meet everyone's acquaintance. I am Dirty Beard, son of Filthy Beard. You may call me Dirty, Dirt, or Dirtimus. I shall be residing in the realm of JAM. My hobbies include but aren't limited to: being annoying, smelling like shit, having awful social awareness, and thinking I'm the smartest person in the room.
Just kidding. I made that last part up, but that's how I would introduce him. What he actually said was...
Dirty: My hobbies are eating, reading, playing my switch, and watching anime. My favorite genres are seinen, isekai, and especially harem and ecchi.
Quick breakdown for the folks that don't want to google.
Seinen: basically sci-fi action shit. Usually has a male protagonist, a lot of 'grey area" morality, magic and/or weapons are always involved type beat. Can be decently edgy.
Isekai: think SAO type beat. Like the main character is extraordinarily normal in the real world, but they get whisked away to a place where they basically become the shit.
Harem: One dude, lots of chicks. Fan Service.
Ecchi: Lots of fan service. Often paired with harem.
Annnnd back to the action.
My heart sank when I realized that, not only was Dirty Beard going to be living in the same dorm as me, but also on the same god damn floor. I just prayed to god that he was as far away as possible and that his stench wouldn't drift more than a few doors down.
Dirty Beard almost had a perverse hunger in his eye when he said ecchi. Practically salivating at the idea. He gave a brief explanation as to why they were his favorite.
Dirty: Yeah so basically like the females treat men sooo much better in anime than irl. Plus they're so cute too like how could I NOT watch them! Plus have you seen the way they're drawn?? They're just asking to get looked at. Even the younger ones. But basically after I get my degree I'll have so many females wanting my attention just like in the anime so I'm basically just like watching what my future is going to look like.
Uh, yeah, ok buddy. Let's go ahead and add delusional to the list of Dirty Beard's introduction by ChronicNova™.
Dirty: Oh, yeah! And my favorite meme right now is from Spongebob when he and Patrick are arguing about who's going to be Dirty Dan. (See what I did there?)
Quicker than a fart in a skillet, Dirty Beard jumps to his feet and swings a huge, hammer-like weapon made of air and bellows.
"I'M DIRTY DAN"
With the grace and subtilty of a dump truck attempting the Indie 500, Dirty Beard twists around 180 degrees and winds up to swing again, chuckling to himself.
"NO, I'M DIRTY DAN"
The second swing went wide and almost clipped the poor girl sitting next to him. His arms just barely clearing the space between her head and shoulder. The campus liaison sprung up with his hands outstretched.
CL: Ok ok, good. Th-that's good. Uh well, that was very informative Dirt, thank you. You can rejoin the group
They both sat back down. Dirty had a smug little grin as if the "mysterious" gentlesir had achieved step 1 in his mischievous grand scheme to woo the fair M'ladies and make them swoon. In a totally unexpected turn of events however, the girls in the group all shared a collective look that spoke volumes to anyone with any social awareness. The look said everything from "Holy shit how is somebody like this even a person" to "This gives the ick."
Part of me initially felt bad for the poor beard. Dirt was completely clueless to the fact that a) he is not as suave or intriguing as he perceives himself and b) he smells like rotten cottage chesse fucking wet cat food. The other part of me however was already devising ways to push this beard's buttons.
Not much more happened with Dirty Beard that day. We all went to one of the dining halls to grab some food. Little groups began to form at the tables, but Dirt sat all by his lonesome. Almost like L from Death Note, except that he had one leg up on the chair and his arm resting on his knee. I can only imagine the delusions of grandeur that spun through his grubby, ecchi filled head.
Dirtimus left pretty much right away when we were done eating. I watched him saunter off into the sunset, satchel and anime pins in tow. I knew deep down, that wasn't the last i would see of him... but that's a story for next time.
And with that is the end of part 1! Let me know what you think in the comments.

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2023.03.23 05:15 Merciful-Zephyr Conditional Finality synergy testing

Tested a bunch of stuff with Conditional Finality and it's all over place with what works and what doesn't. Some of the results seem bugged and may get patched in the future. Let me know if there's something you want tested or any errors in the data. Haven't tested daily surge modifiers yet.
edit: updated with misc elemental mods.
edit 2: tested new things, fixed a couple errors, and retested everything else.
(all numbers tested on kalli with all pellets on the body and rounded to nearest hundred)

stasis shot damage (pellet/shattetotal)
no buffs = 12000/10600/22600
stasis surge x3 = 14600/12200/26800 (works if orb was picked up while gun was stasis)
solar surge x3 = 14600/12200/26800 (works if orb was picked up while gun was solar)
whisper of fissures = no effect

solar shot damage (pellet/ignition/total)
no buffs = 12000/11700/23700
stasis surge x3 = 14600/14300/28900 (works if orb was picked up while gun was stasis)
solar surge x3 = 14600/14300/28900 (works if orb was picked up while gun was solar)
dawn chorus = no effect
roaring flames x3 = no effect

stasis mod synergy (test both shots and both explosions)
stasis siphon = No effect on any shot or explosion regardless of element when mod was equipped.
stasis targeting = Works on all ammo counts if equipped while gun is stasis. Works after dying.
stasis reloader = Works on all ammo counts if equipped while gun is stasis. Works after dying.
stasis handling = Works on all ammo counts if equipped while gun is stasis. Works after dying.
stasis unflinching = hard to tell
stasis reserves = Works on all ammo counts if equipped while gun is stasis. Works after dying. Effect from 0 to 3 reserves is 18/20/21/22
stasis holster = Works on all ammo counts if equipped while gun is stasis. Works after dying.
stasis scavenger = Tested equipping it with damage on stasis and solar, picking up with damage on stasis and solar but only got it to work once and couldn't reproduce it.
stasis weapon surge = Works if orb was picked up while gun was stasis, element when you equip mod does not affect it. Works after dying.
stasis surge modifier =

solar mod synergy (test both shots and both explosions)
solar siphon = Makes orbs off of 1 stasis and 1 solar kill, 2 solar kills, 2 ignition kills, and 2 stasis kills but not shatter double kill. Works regardless of element when mod was equipped.
solar targeting = Works on all ammo counts if equipped while gun is solar. Dying breaks this mod.
solar reloader = Works on all ammo counts if equipped while gun is solar. Dying breaks this mod.
solar handling = Works on all ammo counts if equipped while gun is solar. Dying breaks this mod.
solar unflinching = hard to tell
solar reserves = Works on all ammo counts if equipped while gun is solar. Dying breaks this mod. Effect from 0 to 3 reserves is 18/20/21/22 (test equip theory)
solar holster = Works on all ammo counts if equipped while gun is solar. Dying breaks this mod.
solar scavenger = no effect regardless of ammo count or element when mod was equipped.
solar weapon surge = Works if orb was picked up while gun was stasis, element when you equip mod does not affect it. Dying breaks this mod.
solar surge modifier =

stasis subclass synergy
diamond lance = works on stasis shot
tectonic harvest (titan) = no effect
glacial harvest (warlock) = works on stasis shot
iceflare bolts = works on stasis shot
grim harvest (hunter) = no effect
whisper of hedrons = works on stasis shot
whisper of shards = no effect
whisper of fissures = no effect
whisper of refraction = no effect
whisper of bonds = works on stasis shot
whisper chains = works until target shatters automatically

solar subclass synergy
roaring flames = no effect
gunpowder gamble = works with solar shot and ignition
ember of searing = no effect
ember of singeing = no effect
ember of empyrean = works on both shots
ember of tempering = works on both shots and makes firesprite
ember of char = works on solar ignition
ember of blistering = works on solar ignition
ember of eruption = hard to tell
ember of wonder = works on solar ignition

exotic synergy
path of burning steps = works with both shots and ignition but not shatter
precious scars = works with both shots on solar subclass; only works with stasis shot on stasis subclass
young ahamkara's spine = no effect
verity's brow = works with both shots only on solar subclass; stasis subclass does nothing
dawn chorus = works with ember of char and ignition
chromatic fire = no effect
mantle of battle harmony = works on both shots on solar; stasis does nothing
khepri's horn = works with solar shot and ignition

other
both shots pop solar shields
rpm is listed as 165 but is probably 55
stasis shot fires 12 pellets in a triangle spread, solar shot fires 12 pellets in a circle spread
From u/ExoticCupOfTea

Extra note: This weapon does not apply slow or scorch to the target. Instead, all pellets become a freezing or burning pellets if you land most of the shots (This is 10 most of the times but from my testing, it worked with only 8 or 9 pellets and even 7 pellets sometimes. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯). What this means is that if you land shots divided across multiple enemies, all of them will freeze or ignite. So, if you land 6 on one enemy and 4 on another, the total is 10 so both of them will get frozen or ignited.

summary
Targeting, reloader, handling, unflinching (maybe), reserves, holster, and surge mods only work if the mod matched the current element of the gun when the mod was equipped. Surge mods work if the mod matched current element of the gun when armor charge was first gained. Couldn't get scav mods to work except for once. Solar mods that follow the above rules break when you die because the mod is "reapplied" on rez and at that point the gun's element is solar. If you had 1 bullet left total it would not break.

tl;dr
Use solar siphon, stasis everything else. Scavs may or may not work.

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2023.03.23 05:05 cthulhuatemybrain cthulhuatemybrain Writing Samples

Table of Contents:
I. Male Half-Dragon (Fantasy, 3rd)
II. Male Vampire (Urban Fantasy, 3rd)
III. Female Necromancer (Fantasy, 3rd)
IV. Female Warrior (Fantasy, 1st)
V. Male Shepard (Mass Effect, 3rd)
I. Male Half-Dragon (Fantasy, 3rd)
Context: An introductory post for a fantasy roleplay based within the world of D&D 5 ed.
Sunny frowned down at the antique chest on the counter in front of him. The iron padlock on the front had nearly rusted through and there was a suspicious stain on one corner of the chest that he didn't care to question. He looked back up at the nervous human male standing in front of him. "And you inherited this from whom?" he asked, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes. He was fairly certain the man in front of him wasn't to blame for the stain, but best to make sure.
"Me great grandfather," the human said. The merchant's eyes kept twitching to track Sunny's tail as it scraped across the shop's wooden floor, a habit which always irritated him. He never looked sideways at their silly mammal manes and the ridiculous ways they tried to style them, did he?
"My eyes are up here," he snapped and the silly man blanched but tried to meet Sunny's slitted gaze. He lasted for all of thirty seconds before looking away again. Sunny sighed and pushed the chest away from him. The man was a xenophobe and there were only two reasons he would take it to Sunny's shop, both of which spelled trouble. "Take it elsewhere. I don't need your business here."
"No, wait!" the man insisted. He frowned, one hand going up to clutch at his hair, before he swallowed hard and gamely met Sunny's gaze. "Look, the wife and me are desperate. We've got two wee ones and a third on the way and..." His voice cracked, but he continued. "We had to flee from Havirfil because of… her brother.” His voice dropped to a whisper and Sunny had to strain to hear him. “He… the guard caught him with… demons. They assumed we knew but we didn’t know a thing! We’re good folk. We’ve always served Chauntea, say our prayers, tithe. But they wouldn’t listen. So we fled. And then we found this in our things when we got here.”
The man swallowed again, finally looking away. “Me wife just wanted to burn it. But we need the money. Your store says you deal in magic. Please. I’m sure there’s something here you can sell. Just give me whatever coin you can spare for it and I’ll be on me way.”
Sunny stood in silence for a moment, watching as the man squirmed. Finally, he uncrossed his arms and laid one clawed hand on the chest and pulled it back, the other dipping beneath the counter to his own coin chest and withdrawing two gold pieces. It was his usual monthly donation to the Temple of Eldath which collected a Benevolence Fund for those in need. He supposed he would simply count this as his donation for the month.
There was another part of him that simply wanted to throw the man out. While he had never heard of Havirfil, he could take a guess what the town was like. ‘Consorting with demons’ probably just meant he got caught with a non-human by the ignorant peasants. Still, benevolence was about giving to those in need, not just those who 'deserved' it, and this man qualified as in need. He sighed and slid the two pieces across the counter. “This is all you’ll get from me. Take it or leave it.”
The man snatched the coin up like a feral dog given a scrap of meat. “Thank you, sir… thank you much. I’ll tell everyone I know to shop at,” he paused, his eyes going to the sign behind Sunny’s head, “the Dragon’s Den.” He sketched the worst bow Sunny had ever seen a human perform before he fled through the door to the establishment.
The half-dragon sighed, the store’s firelight gleaming off his copper scales, then grabbed the rusted lock and wrenched it off with a sharp snap. “Alright,” he murmured to himself, bright green eyes narrowing on the unlocked chest as he settled his claws on the lid. “Let’s see just what I just bought.”
o.o.o.o.o
II. Male Vampire (Urban Fantasy, 3rd)
Context: An introductory post for an urban fantasy roleplay. My character is a Vampire who supports his afterlife through participation in an underground fighting ring. He was injured during a fight and as a result was unable to take shelter in his 'home' and sought shelter from the sun in a construction lot.
Drip.
He had never been tortured before. Killed, yes. Starved, frequently. Beaten, bloodied, and bruised, that was his day job. But tortured? Never.
Drip.
Ghastek sighed, a distinctly living gesture which he no longer needed. But it was hard to communicate mental anguish without breathing. And it was entirely possible that if he didn’t make some noise, the dripping would finally drive him insane. And he refused to talk to himself for fear of actually crossing that threshold.
Silence. Then drip.
He wanted to scream. He wanted to break the leaky pipes. He wanted to turn off the damn water. He couldn’t do any of those things. It was still daylight out. That night’s fights had left him with a broken femur, which had taken too long to heal for him to get back to his crypt before daylight. So he had broken into this construction site – still a public building – and taken shelter in its sealed basement from the sun. And the basement was perfect for that purpose: underground, no windows, and plenty of hiding places among the piled supplies and piping in case any construction workers did happen to venture down here.
Drip.
He was not unaware of the dangers of this particular course of action. He was a vampire. Unclean. If a construction worker discovered him “skulking” down here in the dark, he’d be immediately staked and beheaded as a public menace, his murderer celebrated as a hero. But chance of death by discovery versus guaranteed death by sunlight? It had seemed a simple choice.
But never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that leaky pipe. Irregular. Unpredictable Drip. Constant. It was driving him insane, which was about the only thing left in his unlife that had yet to be taken from him. He had never contemplated risking exposure to the sun before – but then he’d never been tortured before either.
Drip. Drip.
He started looking through the materials in the basement. If he could find a tarp or something, perhaps he could take shelter underneath it. Try to make a run for it. His crypt was another couple miles away though. All it would take would be one “well-meaning” person to snag the tarp on his sprint there and he would disintegrate in the sun.
What if he taped it to himself?
Drip.
Tape! Maybe he could tape the pipe? How did he not think of that before? He started looking through the piles with more excitement. Maybe he could actually patch that damn leak. He found some electrical tape and with a thrill of victory began wrapping the whole damn roll around the leak in the pipe.
He waited. One minute. Two minutes. Five minutes. Finally, he relaxed, a grin of triumph stretching wide across his face for the first time in ten hours.
Drip.
He screamed.
o.o.o.o.o
III. Female Necromancer (Fantasy, 3rd)
Context: My character is a necromancer who has hermited herself away in a high fantasy world. My partner's main character is a sovereign who has sent two minions in an attempt to recruit her from her home. They approached without identification and responded with violence to her skeletal servants.
Corvus watched from afar as the skeletons staggered towards the two individuals now visible on the far edge of the graveyard. They were the same height and both sported tails and horns, though they otherwise differed wildly in size and aesthetic. The thinner of the two stopped just outside the graveyard’s wardline - the fence she had set up not to keep people out, but to keep other things in – and said something, though she was too far away to hear. The other one leapt forward, smashing through ancient grave markers as though the granite slabs were dried twigs, and crushed her summoned skeletons into splintered fragments with several swings of an enormous mace.
Behind her mask, Corvus smiled, a feral baring of teeth rather than an expression of happiness. The mace wielder stood within her ward.
The ground to the right of her stirred. She ignored it and crooked her fingers, her magic hooking her fragmented skeletons and coaxing new life out of them. Each splinter of bone began to grow and multiply, fingers becoming hands, skull fragments blossoming with new teeth, as her pulverized constructs became a horde of dozens. Even as the energy of Creation rebuilt the bones and breathed new life into them, the partial skeletons began clawing, hopping, and staggering their way towards the massive warrior.
She had strengthened the bones this time, magic adding greater resilience to each construct, and left her magic flowing through them, granting her warriors both regeneration and an eerie blue glow burning in the empty sockets. It was a costly use of magic - it cost far less to simply create new skeletons then it took to continuously regenerate broken ones - but it made for a hell of a distraction. And she didn’t want to spoil her surprise.
The ground beside the abbey began to slowly ripple, as something large burrowed its way beneath the surface. Corvus kept her mask very carefully pointed towards the large warrior, now surrounded by a forest of bones, not willing to hint at the disturbance. Then her eyes narrowed on the other warrior, the one standing suspiciously still outside her boundary, and she crooked a finger. After a moment, the abbey door opened again, and a second cloaked figure made its way outside. It was taller than her by two and a half heads, sported six arms instead of two, every one bristling with vicious claws. A blank mask that matched her own covered its face, though its black robes were considerably more shredded. It flowed with a preternatural grace to stand in front of her, just in case the second one wielded a ranged weapon or magic that she couldn’t see.
The ripples began to near the crowd at the far end of the cemetery. She felt her heart rate pick up, excitement washing through them, as she awaited the next steps of this dance. The ground beneath her skeletons became unsteady, though the cheap things staggered equally badly on solid ground as unsteady. Those simple skeletons were horseshoes, easy and cheap to mass produce and only good for one thing. Griddle beside her was a masterwork sword, exquisitely made and honed to a razor-sharp edge.
A spine of bone pierced the ground, then disappeared again without a sound. But Lamia… Lamia was something else entirely.
The second intruder, the skinny one, still stood outside the boundary of her graveyard watching the larger one melee with her skeletons. It bellowed with jubilant abandon, heedless of the multiplying threat around it and the steady creep of Lamia through the ground towards it. Her heart rate picked up as she watched it leave gravestones askew in its wake. The construct had never been tested live before; she had tested it against thousands of skeletons, but her own puppeteering was a poor substitute for a living, breathing sentient.
She saw out of the corner of her eye as the skinny one pulled something out of its pocket and held it up in front of Griddle, as if to ward it off. Corvus ignored it, focusing on the first spines of bone that surfaced out of the dirt and then slid back in as Lamia reached the melee and began to circle. Griddle knew what it was doing; it would let her know if it needed her help.
Corvus laughed with delight as Lamia finished encircling the skeletal mob and then burst forth from the ground. She had spent months working on the enchantments to piece it together, journeying from battlefield to battlefield to coax rotting flesh and broken bone from the ground to knit together into the masterpiece in front of her. A mere fraction of the beast, about twelve feet or so, towered about the large warrior. The large canine skull, harvested from an unusually large dire wolf, grinned down at its prey from atop a pallid grey spinal column. Razor sharp spines jutted out of the beast’s muscle all along its back, and the dozen arms she had stitched into quivered with anticipation.
Best of all, her unliving horror did all of that without a single sound. No breath to give it away. No battle cry to warn foes. Lamia was silent as the grave, and all the more horrifying for it. She grinned, proud of herself. It was perfect.
o.o.o.o.o
IV. Female Warrior (Fantasy, 1st)
Context: My character, Nina, and my partner's (an anthro wolf) have been ambushed in a ravine by some highwaymen. They are both kneeling while two swordsmen approach and two archers stand with bows drawn up top.
"Gregory! Disarm them," Stupid Cloak orders, presumably to the man coming up behind us. I know how this script plays out. He takes your sword, takes mine, then runs us through. Not happening.
Gregory is dead. He just doesn't know it yet.
I hear the click of the cross-guard striking the scabbard's locket and that soft clink resonates in my ears, through my skull, down my spine, and wakes up the wild thing that I try to keep locked up inside. Ice slides down my skin, sharpening my senses, as the monster in me tests its chains. It looks out through my eyes, sees the men around me... and it smiles, fangs sharp and shining like the teeth of a glacier.
I look back over our shoulder to gauge distance. Our breathing settles, our senses sharpen, and time feels like it slows. Slowly, softly, the Wild begins to sing, its melody keeping pace with the rhythm of my pulse. There is no fear or uncertainty here in this place. No chaos or turmoil.
Only death lives here.
I see your mouth move but I can't hear you over the music of the Wild. I turn my head, situating both Stupid Cloak and Gregory in my peripherals. The Wild's song picks up pace as the man in the cape begins the next verse, dropping his guard and bending down within range of your claws.
There's no thought as you start to move. I throw myself backwards into a roll, my left hand drawing the stiletto from my bracer just before my right hand falls to the ground to power myself through it. The balls of my feet strike the ground and I pop up, using my whole body's momentum to drive the stiletto up through the bottom of Gregory's chin and into the top of his skull. The Wild laughs, it's song exultant, as I nourish it with one more life cut short.
My feet patter along to the beat as I turn into Gregory's arms, my back nestling against his chest as he falls forward. I catch his arms and wrap them around me. We spin again, his corpse balanced across my back and I begin to run. An arrow thunks into his body and the Wild laughs with delight. The rational part of my mind, now locked in the Wild's cage, knows that I will suffer once this is done; my body has already been exhausted and a sprint with a 200 lb man on my back is not what it needed. The Wild doesn't care. All it sees is an archer, eyes wide with fright, as Gregory and I dance our way towards him.
The man nocks another arrow and smoothly draws back the string, but Gregory and I are already moving into the next steps of the Wild's song. We spin and a second arrow drives into his body. But the Wild is bored with Gregory and we let him go. His body falls to the ground, and I draw my blades. The archer is too slow, too scared, and I'm on him.
The Wild's song crescendos. One and, feint. Two and, parry. Three and, duck. Four and, I slip under his hasty slash to bury both blades through his gut and up into his lungs. The Wild laughs, exultant, as we watch the light fade from his eyes. Another soul to feed the monster.
And still it's hungry...
o.o.o.o.o
V. Male Shepard (Mass Effect 2, 3rd)
Context: This is an intro post for a ME2 roleplay where I played Male Shepard. It sets up the Recruitment Mission for my partner's character. The first part of the intro is a nightmare featuring dialogue from the game’s intro. The bottom half is my usual style.
Pain. It claws at his nerves, gnaws on his brain. ”There. On the monitor. Something’s wrong.” He can’t move. He can’t breathe. The pain’s sitting on his chest, chewing on him. The pain smiles at him and says, ”He’s reacting to outside stimuli. Showing an awareness of his surroundings. Oh my god, Miranda. I think he’s waking up.”
The pain bends back down and rips open his chest. It comes back up with his heart in its gnarled claw. His heart is pounding, blood dripping between the pain’s limbs. The heart twists in its hand and screams, ”Damn it, Wilson. He’s not ready yet. Give him the sedative!” The pain smiles at him and takes a bite of his heart. ”Shepard, don’t try to move. Just be still. Try to stay calm.”
The pain finishes chewing the first half of his heart and tears off another chunk. His aorta is caught between its fangs like a piece of lettuce. The pain says, ”Heart rate still climbing. Brain activity is off the charts.” It swallows, tosses back the last bite. It speaks with its mouth full, bits of his cardiac muscle staining its teeth and mushed up on its tongue, ”Stats pushing into the red zone. It’s not working.”
He reaches up, tries to push the pain off of him. It grabs his arm and rips it off. The hand twitches in its grip, signing, ”Another dose. Now!” The pain snaps off a finger, uses it to get his aorta out from between its teeth. The pain tosses the arm over its shoulder, brushes its claws across his lips, then plunges its gnarled fingers into his eyes. “Heart rate dropping,” it tells him. ”Stats falling into normal ranges.”
He can’t see anymore but feels as the pain closes its hands around his throat and squeezes. It whispers in his ear, ”That was too close. We almost lost him.” He can’t breathe, can’t move. The pain cackles, then closes its jaws around his head. He hears his heart speaking from somewhere far away, down the pain’s throat, “I told you your estimates were off. Run the numbers again.” It squeezes its jaws. He feels his skull flex then snap. There’s a crunch and then nothing.
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Shepard snapped awake, his heart pounding. Sweat dripped off him, soaking the sheets. He could still feel the phantom teeth crushing his skull. He knew now, of course, the nightmares were the product of hallucinations caused by the Lazarus Project drugs, the monster the medical droids.
That didn’t make it better. You were dead. You shouldn’t be here.
He scrubbed at his face, trying to clear away the phantom teeth still tingling his skin. Rolling over, he checked the time display. 0430. He sighed and sat up. As much as he wished, he wasn’t getting back to sleep after that.
He got up, began his morning workout. A light routine, as he had another recruitment mission later and couldn’t afford to exhaust himself. But he had to do something with the adrenaline. Something to drown out the memories. Something to remind himself he was alive.
He lost himself in the familiar calisthenics, letting the burn soothe his inner turmoil. The warm sweat of muscular exertion replaced the cold sweat of the nightmare. And, after an hour, he finally began to feel some semblance of normality.
A hot shower and a shave later, he cast off John Shepard, the man of flesh, and the nightmares and turmoil that plagued him. And he emerged Commander Shepard, the four billion credit man of steel and cybernetics. The first human Spectre. Cerberus’s best hope for humanity.
He truly hoped to find that Commander Shepard sometime soon. Till then, he’d keep moving forward, pretending. Right now, he had a new crew member to recruit. What was her name again? Oh, right.
[Redacted].

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