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[Chapter 1085] Rested Review: The Inkwell Incident
2023.06.06 04:06 The_Real_Katakuri [Chapter 1085] Rested Review: The Inkwell Incident
Ch. 1085 p2 Hello once again! I'll start with page 2 so I can spare you from the atrocious Franky scribble in the cover.
Last chapter was an absolute rehash of past moments and though not to the same length, this chapter starts like that as well. There's nothing going on in this page other than we being told, just like 5 years ago, that no one should be sitting on the empty throne, but since we already knew Imu does, this time it's not a shock for us.
By the way, WTF happened to Cobra in the big panel? I know he's supposed to be bending a bit forward and coughing, but last time I checked he didn't have that hump on his back. We've seen fodder victim to Law's shambles be more anatomically correct than Cobra here.
I also didn't want to talk much about this becaue it's a recurring theme, sadly, and I think everyone is well aware by now, but I just had an epiphany looking at something I thought I'd never see: The Gorōsei drawn as a doodle in a big panel. And I just wanted to share it with you:
Right-most gorōsei totally looks here like an old version of the gentleman with the
amazing horse.
Look at my horse And... if you don't mind scrolling back up a bit, you're surely used to the huge margins of empty whitespace around characters where backgrounds disappear because of pure laziness and lack of actual teamwork between Oda and his assistants (The scribbled gorōsei are drawn by Oda, the a bit more detailed background is drawn by the assistant(s)).
But, why are there random spots of empty whitespace at the wall behind the swords?? O_o What's the meaning of that?
Ch. 1085 p3 Cobra asks Imu for his/her identity and says he remembers that name from history class. However, Imu doesn't want to answer.
Why not? Imu and the gorōsei are determined to kill Cobra before he gets out of the room. Why answer some questions and not others? This doesn't make sense in the story. This is just Oda controlling which bits of information we get and which we don't.
He wants to put something on the chapter, so the chapter exists but at the same time not let us know things that we should naturally learn from the chapter. This will get worse in a moment.
So, the question: Is Imu one of the 20 kings who founded the World Government? Might be. Personally, if I were to get a throne for me and me alone throughout 800 years, I would not have it made many times bigger than how I need it to be.
Also, if Cobra can learn of "Imu" by reading history, "world government seal of approval" history, then everyone can and there's even less of a reason not to tell him. But whatever. Let's see what Imu answers:
"D. is the name of our ancient enemy". Nice. Really, thank you very much Imu, we had never heard that one before. You certainly solved Cobra's and our every doubts about the meaning of "D." Previously I said Oda wanted to put some info in the chapter but not all, didn't I? Well, scratch that. There's nothing actually new.
Didn't he say "from here on out I'm going to write all the answers to the mysteries of the world"? If he doesn't want to reveal the meaning of "D." yet, it's okay, but if he just teases us like this, like always, then that's not "answers to the mysteries" and it feels like he's just trolling us again and again.
Imu talks about Lili's "blunder". Is that really the appropriate word? Or a mistranslation? It'll be relevant later.
Look at Imu sitting on the throne for a moment. Why is Imu completely 2-dimensional? I mean, everything is 2-dimensional in a paper sheet, but why is Imu 2-dimensional even when accounting for the perspective? Imu is completely flat on the throne. Like a towel left over it. Is Imu really meant to be flat? Or is this just Oda's next level of "I couldn't care less about drawing well anymore"?
Ch. 1085 p4 Okay, there's a little bit of drama going on in this page and I'll get to that in a moment, but first and foremost: How can I take any of this seriously when the one telling me about this drama is nothing else than the spillover of Oda's inkwell??
Everyone has been talking about the extreme overuse of silhouette piece this chapter because of the gorōsei
showing not showing their powers, but the truth is that Imu has already had more than enough screentime, so that she's no longer a stain of ink in the paper.
It's perfectly okay if you want to not properly show a character in order to create some mystery and tension around it. We're even more than okay with having a black spot placeholder rather than an actual character even though there is no reason, story-wise, why the character shouldn't be seen. We accepted that long ago.
But that's always under the circumstance that the character is being introduced. And this is no longer the case with Imu. She's been doing things, creating consequences and more importantly, she's now holding conversations with other characters and with ourselves directly. This is way past being a teaser for the character, and this is completely unacceptable.
Oda should make up his mind, does he want Imu to take the spotlight or does he want her appearance to be a mystery? But it's not possible to put the character on the spotlight and pretend it's fine to never actually draw it.
In fact, there's a pretty easy way for Oda to reasonably get away with it. He's used it plenty of times as well. The chocolate character. He just needs to put a mask on Imu's face and that's it. Mystery continues and we get our manga with actual images.
Whenever he feels like, he can unwrap the chocolate and never wrap it again. King, Duval... the list is long. No one would have cared for one more.
So, the drama... Imu claims the poneglyphs were scattered around the world, that they were "released". Implying that the poneglyphs once were all together and under the custody of the World Government. She blames Nefertari Lili for that and wonders whether it was an accident or treason on her behalf. Imu says that was the worst possible outcome for them.
Call me an optimist if you want, but keeping control of most of the world for at least 800 years doesn't sound to me like "the worst possible outcome" nor a bad outcome in any way.
Also ¿WAT? The poneglyphs were under W.G's custody? How come?? The faction opposed to the 20 kingdoms that would late found the W.G. created the poneglyphs in coalition with the Kōzuki clan as a way to prevent history from being erased by the W.G. but then all the poneglyphs are somehow under W.G control??
Ch. 1085 p5 Is Cobra really begging for his life here? Did he not know how likely it was to die here when he came to raise all these topics? And more importantly, why did he do it? Is there any reason at all why Cobra would come here to risk his life (and endanger her daughter's) just to be pain in the ass to the gorōsei?
Does any of this have any explanation? Or is this the only way Oda came up to give us some exposition to what Imu says?
How disastrous it is to have characters act in unreasonable and unbelievable ways just to create a specific situation to provide info to the reader and then hide as much information as possible in that scene at the same time?? What's the point?? Does Oda want to explain a story here or does he not??
Ch. 1085 p6_7 Sabo is there in the same room, Cobra reveals Queen Lili had the "D." middle name, a gorōsei attacks him and Sabo intervenes attacking the gorōsei and Imu back. Let's go about it one thing at a time:
- Nefertari D. Lili.
- Last page Imu seemed to be aware of that and simply wanting Cobra to confirm it, but now she seems surprised, like she actually needed an answer from Cobra to know.
- Wasn't Lili one of the 20 founders of the W.G? How come is she a "D." too?
- Wouldn't that fact be quite notorious back then, so that the Nefertari lineage was known for it to this day? At least by the gorōsei and Imu??
- Between this and last chapter this part has been very obscure but, Queen Lili never made it back to Arabasta after founding the W.G. and the gorōsei said she might have "suffered an accident" *wink wink* if you know what I mean...
- And Oda made it look like Lili's "accident" was a punishment for "scattering the poneglyphs".
- Without going too deep in how did she manage to do that, to give poneglyphs back to the close-bordered Wano or to Laugh Tale, really, how did she put a poneglyph on the family's mausoleum if she never returned there???
- Sabo is there, huh?
- No one noticed.
- The gorōsei don't have the most basic observation haki to know there's someone else in the room. Neither does Imu. Nice.
- Is the "smothered mate" move actually Sabo's? It's kind of difficult to be sure who's saying what. Just as it's hard to know what's exactly happening. The gorōsei are met with a huge burst of fire but Sabo sends to Imu a small flame that crawls over the wall and stairs like a snail?? WTF?
- Cobra attacked.
- According to the position from which Cobra is attacked, it looks like our friend Garcia is the one doing it.
- The question though is: WHY?
- Why would they attack Cobra like that so suddenly? Like they just lost their patience when he answered the question. Imu could want to know more. Why attack him like that? The gorōsei never looked to me like the impulsive type of guys.
- Can Garcia risk killing Cobra while Imu still wanted to get more information from him? What would happen to him if that were the case?
- By the way, didn't they all prepare their guns a page ago? What was that? You show the gun just to attack with an arrow-shaped tail? O_o
Ch. 1085 p8_9 A Den Den Mushi takes a picture of Sabo next to the injured king Cobra. Cobra recognizes Sabo as Luffy's brother. Sabo tries to leave with Cobra, but the king asks him to let him go and deliver a message to Luffy and Vivi instead.
I was hoping to take you all out in one move. - Sabo
Is this a joke or what?
There's no way I could've known people here would be strong. - Sabo
What are we supopsed to do with this text? It is no more and no less than the principal speech bubbles in this double page. Did Oda forget to fill in these bubbles and then just before publishing someone realized and had to write the first thing that came to mind? As a joke, I would have laughed way more if the bubbles read "
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet..."
Can someone remind me since when does Cobra know Sabo and Luffy are brothers??
Okay, okay, let's talk about the important stuff. The gorōsei and Imu transformed / summoned a stand / were tag teamed by some substitutes... how could we know, right? When everything is just a big stain of ink.
There are hundreds of ways of teasing about someone's powers or any feature in general and this must be the worst one or one of them. I'm not going to extend on this. Is unacceptable no matter how you look at it.
Some of you who know of the book might find a connection between the ink stains and these guys
Where the wild things are by Maurice Sendak However, I want to share with you the actual model used for one specific silhouette:
One punch-Man (manga) Ch. 100 (originally 97) p12 I find it astonishing how close to this looks the shadow second from the right.
Ch. 1085 p10 Nefertari D. Cobra, Nefertari D. Vivi... Cobra wants Luffy to know they share the "D."
First, new hidden "D."s, just like Trafalgar Law. They were not special enough and now Oda makes them more special because...
https://preview.redd.it/ev112fgoqa4b1.jpg?width=620&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ed59c05829caa5563b5da1357d6bdfe395d256a4 I don't know... I find this very boring. We started the chapter with the prospect of finally getting some answers about the meaning of "D." but we just got this instead.
And I wonder, why does Cobra want Luffy to know? Cobra doesn't know its meaning, Luffy doesn't know either... this information is totally useless for anyone. Why not tell someone, Luffy or not, about Imu existing? That would make more sense. That is actual information that might be relevant to someone.
I think this message thing was just an excuse for Cobra to confirm on screen that he and Vivi are Ds. Which, again, couldn't not matter any less.
The page ends with the anticipation of the inky tail. Or not. You can't build any anticipation for something we already know you're not going to show us. Least of all when you've got a track record by which we know by the time this is actually revealed, this arrow-shaped tail can perfectly be an octopus' tentacle or something even further from this silhouette.
Ch. 1085 p11 Ink strikes back. Multiple depictions of black shapes that add nothing to the reader. And Cobra stands to let himself be killed as Sabo escapes.
Congratulations! You just made Cobra a D in time so that he could die NOT smiling, and now the only thing we knew about D people isn't true anymore.
We came to the chapter to take something from it, and the chapter took it from us instead. Awesome. Can this get any better?
Ch. 1085 p12 YES it gets even better: Wapol was watching everything through a glory hole in the throne's room. Can you believe that??
The most luxurious place in the whole world and it has a hole in the wall. Why would they not repair that hole? Why would Imu make such a blunder? And she was the one speaking of "blunders" before. The irony...
The gorōsei realize someone's watching through the hole. They, who could hurt Sabo's logia body a second ago, won't be able to get to Wapol now. He'll manage to escape too. The gorōsei and Imu won't take further action to stop Wapol.
Seeing this, I wonder whether Cobra could have actually escaped as well. Maybe he did and will make an appearance later. Fake death's are a classic after all.
HA! I wrote that for a manga where so few characters die and, when they do, it's done in a very epic or emotional scene, Cobra's death was very shallow. Then I remembered Ashura Dōji and Izō so I had to fix this paragraph.
Ch. 1085 p13 Now Oda wants us to remember than in this new reality, the Ryūgū royal family didn't left Mariejoise yet and that the Reverie is still going on.
So... the kings were waiting for Cobra. No one said he wasn't going to attend. Personally, I think Cobra would have attended every meeting and only then, with his responsibilities taken care of, he would meet the gorōsei, but I get this is very nitpicky when the plot is moving forward through glory holes in the middle of the royal palace.
On the other hand, "they just received word" that Cobra and Wapol wouldn't attend. Why? Why would Wapol not attend? What was he doing? I mean, we just saw what he was doing, but what's the excuse? He didn't know what was going to happen there and I bet he didn't knew about the glory hole beforehand, so... what was he doing?
Who knows... the important thing is the kings just received word those two weren't attending the meeting. They didn't receive word, though, about a major terrorist attack two blocks from there, admirals fighting and even calling for a meteor strike.
Why is this meeting going on under this circumstances?? There are actual world nobles hurt over there and even Charloss hurt right there. The idea that these meetings went on like they were completely detached from the world is delusional.
Ch. 1085 p14 Hm... First Vivi was being escorted by Rob Lucci and went all the way to the port (not saying good bye to Shirahoshi, where's her diplomacy??) and now the other CP
90 have her kidnapped.
Jabura looking like a maniac is out of character. Kalifa being cruel for no reason is out of character as well. What happened to the cool, fun and easygoing CP9??
No, really, what happened to them? It's been a long while since they've been slowly returning to the story as CP0 agents and... well, so far we've got no explanation why this is the situation.
It's not like they were promoted from CP9 to no CP0. Remember that after losing at Enies Lobby the World Government itself tried to kill them. They escaped and swore revenge against the government. So, I think an explanation is not only in order but long overdue if we're to accept that they work for the government again with such passion.
And why is it so hard to have the characters retain their personality? This is so sad. They were the funniest villains in One Piece (and badass at the same time) and not they're not one thing nor the other.
Ch. 1085 p15 And just like this we go from CP9 bullying Vivi to them having a casual conversation with her. Great. Totally reasonable.
I wonder how relevant Sai and Leo saying they're part of the Mugiwara fleet can be, but I'm way more concerned about why Jabura is speaking in past tense of things that should be happening right this instant. I'm talking about the admirals fighting each other.
Anyway, admiral Broccoli was complaining that they couldn't fight properly against the revolutionaries because of the place they were, but he had no problems in fighting properly against Fujitora at the same exact place. Nice.
And Fujitora let (or helped) the slaves to escape. Sure. He was already threatened by the world nobles that they would have his head if he did anything against them (or just failing) and now we must believe that he openly helped the slaves and later he was sent on another mission like nothing happened.
Ch. 957 p4 That after freeing the slaves of the world nobles, Akainu would be having a casual conversation about how Fujitora got what he wanted regarding the abolition of the Shichibukai and about the SSG and Big Mom and Kaidō. Absolutely.
Akainu practically banished Fujitora just for making the Marines look bad in Dressrosa but he has nothing to say regarding Fujitora helping the revolutionary army against the world nobles and even getting into a fight with a fellow admiral.
Even the surreal glory hole in the throne's room makes much more sense than this.
Ch. 1085 p16_17 Having this final double page is quite nice because here we have a perfect example of reasonable plot convenience. Of all places Wapol could run across, Vivi is exactly on his way. Coincidences need to happen in order for most stories to have surprising elements and, though, an accumulation of them can be jarring, things like this here and there are completely fine.
At the same time we have an example of plot convenience that's not fine (precisely because it's not even a coincidence), the CP0 realize Vivi is gone, but do nothing.
Truth be told, the chapter ends with a fun joke. I don't remember the last time One Piece was funny, but at least with this one I laughed.
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2023.06.06 04:05 Wide-Biscotti-8663 Should I be petty?
So my JN Step MIL has a habit of ignoring my texts. It’s a long standing pattern with her; no matter what it is, how nice I am….ignored. So it’s FILs birthday coming up and I texted her ”The kids and I will make a sheet cake for FILs birthday if that's ok?” and of course she’s ignoring me; though she FULLY has expected DH and I to put on this birthday; which we can’t do it’s at the end of the school year and there’s so much going on but I thought doing a cake with the kids would be a sweet gesture. I’m just so sick of her games; would I be in the wrong yo not bring the cake? Just be like “oh I assumed you had something else planned because you never responded that we should go ahead with the birthday cake?” I know it’s petty but jeeze am I tired of this hot and cold routine (only hot when she wants something from you) but she’s ignoring me in part because DH and I can’t do this whole party ourselves; so she’s pouting.
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2023.06.06 03:30 PurgedPanda I Feel like I'm failing
Hello, this is my first time posting on here and honestly I'm struggling... I'm 21 and i have been a dad sense I was 17 Needless to say I'm not perfect I've made plenty of mistakes in the past years but I've been trying... I'm not some runaway excuse for a father and I've made it my mission to be in my daughter life to insure she had a father unlike mine..
But that's a story I'll keep for another time
I spent the last 2 years in a relationship with someone who put in so much work to ensure I could be the father I wanted/needed to be.. she helped me battle in court for a year to get the 50/50 I deserved she stood with me nights id be throwing up from stress, she change me so many ways for the better and I couldn't have gotten where I am in life without her And she is an amazing step mom to my currently 4 year old in which she had just started calling her bonus mom from my daughter own choice.... She's had more experiences then me her being 30 She owned her home she had things figured out unlike me who was just struggling to see another day..
And then semi recently 7 months ago to be exact we had our first son and my daughter first sibling..
As of the May 20th she broke up with me kicking me out without a car without a place to go
Not to say I wasn't super surprised she was out of my league in so many ways...and we had our problems but wewere trying to fix things between us, Until....the 20th.
Either way I have nothing now and I'm on the verge of going insane, im trying to figure everything out alone all while still trying to visit my kids.. I'm living in my mother's home in which neither of my exs nor I, want my children around. but I have no where else to go Im still currently working I just got a car not to long ago and I've been trying... gods how ive been trying. But I just feel like I'm failing my kids and I'm failing myself.
I can't get a place sense rents so expensive where I live you basically need two or more roommates, the waiting list for low income housing is 2years or more etc..
Idk if this is gonna help me or not to be honest I just really needed advise and to rant about my situation as I try to stand on my own to feet so that I can be. dad.
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2023.06.06 03:10 dmanphipps US Citizen - UK Law Aspirations
Hey UK Law friends,
I've been lurking here for the course of a few days as I've been looking into possiblities about a future in law. I'm scheduled to take the LSAT this week (and in August) as I am also currently preparing to apply for law schools in the states. That being said, for a number of reasons, I am disillusioned by the state of things in the US as it pertains to law and the justice system and would STRONGLY prefer to live and practice in the UK.
Here's my background: - Mixed ethnicity (White/Cherokee-Native American) US citizen - Public Administration (BA) - 3.45 GPA (2.1 equivalent. Slight caveat to the GPA... it was significantly higher before I dropped out of the police academy. I was taking the course through my uni but left due to ethical concerns - this was considered an fail/incomplete). Non-ivy league. - English (MA) - 4.00 GPA (First equivalent). Non-ivy league. - Father, Father-in-Law both hold JDs from top 25 US Law school. - My wife works in tech. - I currently work for a best selling US sci-fi/fantasy author. I have no prior legal experience, but my skillset is well suited for law. - We ADORE the UK and have strong connections to it and see ourselves there long-term (and have both lived internationally a number of times prior to this - Saudi Arabia, Spain, Germany). My father was the manager of a premier league football club there for a time. I visited several times as a teen. We honeymooned there. The list goes on and on. - We are currently working on making sure our financials are in order for our next big steps in life; whether that be US law, UK law, or some other adventure; we do not yet know for certain!
I've been trying to break down the following things:
What is the best way for me to approach qualifying as a UK solicitor? In this vein I see a few paths:
1) I find and take a UK PGDL course in the country. 2) I take a PGDL course online. Online coursework in the US is often looked down upon as "lesser than". I don't see it that way. I like the innovative approach online learning can offer. Would this be a reasonable choice? Are these courses viewed in any sort of favorable light? 3) I take the BPP LLM+SQE1 course. Includes a PGDL. Lasts 12-16 months. While taking this course, I could attempt multiple vac schemes. This option could also include other unis that offer a similar program, but I haven't been able to find one that could open up the right time requirements I am looking for. 4) I take a step back, dig deep, and shoot for an LLB from an RG/Oxbridge school. If I could land this, it could add the prestige that my application may be missing as an international student. Additionally, it gives me time and sets me up to apply for an indefinite leave to remain (and who knows, maybe I become a UK citizen one day)! 5) I try and fulfill my QWE in the US as a paralegal, or other suitable position at a firm. Would an England/Wales solicitor be willing to sign that off as qualifying work? Would doing work as a paralegal in the US work against me in any way in UK firm applications? This would close the door, I believe, on the classic TC route for QWE. However, if I could land a paralegal role at a firm in the US that has offices in London, could this be an attractive alternative approach?
Applying for TCs:
- Would it be valuable to start applying now? Would my current qualifications/background stand out in any way?
- The big hurdle here, as far as my research has shown me, is the damned visa. It's a burden for an employer. I'm not looking for visa advice here, so I am hopefully not breaching any rules. I just want to address whether already being in the country as a student at the time I am applying for TC placements would make me a more attractive/competitive candidate?
Would any of you on the path to practicing law in the UK, be you students, TC holders, associates at firms (MC or otherwise) that might be willing to have a private chat? If so, please message me. And please share you thoughts in the comments!
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2023.06.06 02:51 TomSzabo And It Utterly Broke My Heart
Valid theories as to why Nine Mile Hole was so very special to Forrest Fenn are out there, if one cares to look carefully enough. But nobody yet to my uncertain knowledge has pointed to hints in
The Thrill of the Chase or other evidence that explain why Fenn might have been so emotional about his journey to the special place that he cryptically described in the poem. Yes, it was the place he wanted to die, and that alone would be a good enough reason for emotion. Yet the sort of sentimentality that Fenn betrayed about the place – for example when he read the poem out loud – suggests something even deeper and more sorrowful: a sense of loss that is larger than the man himself.
It so happens that there truly is a source of information that reveals why Nine Mile Hole was so sacred to Forrest Fenn: an emotional connection had been forged as a result of dual tragedies. It is contained in poetry masquerading as prose written by Ernest Schwiebert, an expert on flies and flyfishing, in his seminal
Nymphs: Stoneflies, Caddisflies, and Other Important Insects including the lesser mayflies, Volume II (2007).
The existence of this text and its importance to the chase was originally revealed by Vertigo, who first shared it on The Hint of Riches forum. Later, Vertigo reposted the excerpt from the Schwiebert text on Medium
here along with the other results of his excellent research. All the Vertigo entries are a must read if you want to try walking in the shoes of Forrest Fenn. I won’t repeat that portion of the Schwiebert text previously shared by Vertigo in its entirety although I will include a few of the most relevant excerpts to help tie everything together.
What I want to focus on here is the emotional and motivational parts of the tragic story that Schwiebert eloquently told in the paragraphs that Vertigo did not quote. This material is critical in my opinion to understanding the importance of Nine Mile Hole and what happened there to make it the place where Fenn wanted to die.
To summarize, the fires that devastated Yellowstone in 1988 were in part the result of government mismanagement of forest fires on Federal land, much of which was due to political games (e.g. to discredit members of the other political party). These fires created havoc and destruction in the Madison watershed and its fisheries that went largely unacknowledged by environmentalists and the public at large. Only those who had fished those flywaters in the decades before the fires could truly understand the extent of the negative impact on the river and its riparian ecosystem.
Among other casualties, the brown trout hideout at the famous Nine Mile Hole was spoiled, and the spring-fed pond secreted in the woods nearby was literally wiped off the map. Its crystal clear waters – a quarter mile up a cold rivulet from the legendary hole on the Madison – had once rewarded the most tenacious Brown with the perfect spot to spawn. Now there was only brown sludge in its place. To someone who had intimately known Nine Mile Hole, its matronly crystalline pond, or any other riverine wonder of the Madison watershed in Yellowstone, it was enough to utterly break their heart.
Forrest Fenn's feelings about the ordeal were very much in the same vein as those expressed by Ernest Schwiebert. The difference was that the latter man did not need to keep a secret and therefore could lay bare his emotional injuries.
Indeed, the 1988 fires must have devastated Fenn similarly if not more so. But this grand tragedy was not quite as catastrophic to him as being diagnosed with cancer and given slim odds of surviving it. The year 1988 was not particularly kind to the man.
Fortunately, the forests and rivers of Yellowstone always seem to recover from the worst tribulations that nature could manage to throw at them, and so did Fenn. But not without a profound impact. The battle for survival and the scars left behind had connected Fenn to his special place at a level so primal and emotionally raw that it was almost umbilical. How could there ever be another consideration when it came to the somber task of choosing the place to take his last breath?
And then came the FBI raids in 2009. The Feds had had a hand in destroying his Shangri-La in Yellowstone in 1988, and now it seemed they wanted to finish robbing him of treasure while desecrating his reputation and castle in Santa Fe.
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, he said to himself through sublime gritted teeth and with a resolve that only the gravely aggrieved can muster.
I'm going to carry out my plan. In Yellowstone Park, damn the consequences! The following is taken from
Nymphs: Volume II, starting on page 237. Unless noted otherwise, boldface is mine for emphasis.
I note that Vertigo excluded an important portion of the first paragraph of the story so I will re-quote this paragraph in its entirety. He then faithfully reproduced the next 7 paragraphs, which I won't repeat but will highlight a few excerpts. See Vertigo's Medium post for the full text of the 7 paragraphs, or "DYODD" and buy the book.
Schwiebert's account contains several additonal paragraphs beyond the 7 quoted by Vertigo that are just as important in my opinion, plus there is a footnote that helps enormously to shed light on things. I quote these in their entirety as fair use in order to support the theory being advanced in this entry.
But the entire Yellowstone was ravaged by a series of wildfires in the drought of 1992, and one of the worst of these fires had crossed into the park from Bridger National Forest in Wyoming, just north of Grand Teton National Park.6 The great lodgepole forests of the Bechler and Firehole watersheds had become a tinderbox, and vast acreages of primeval timber were surrendered to the fire. Magnificent stands were transformed into fire-blackened cemeteries of snags. Entire mountainsides were utterly scorched as steep timber-filled ravines became incandescent chimneys filled with fire. Slopes of unstable volcanic soils were stripped of their trees and rendered vulnerable to the erosive impacts of winds, rains, and melting snowpacks. Frightening shrouds of talcum-fine soil and ash were carried aloft as storms worked across the Yellowstone Plateau. Gullies were quickly cut into unstable hillsides, and large alluvial fans of gritty clay and ash were formed at many places along the Madison, Gibbon, and Firehole. Such fans were visible immediately below Seven Mile Bridge on the Madison, and there was much worse damage at its famous Nine-Mile Hole, which had been the most popular pool.
Schwiebert makes an error here: the great drought and fires were actually in 1988 as he correctly states in Footnote 6; see near the end of this post.
The next 7 paragraphs are faithfully reproduced in full by Vertigo … I highlight a few key lines. Following this, I start to quote the paragraphs that are excluded from Vertigo's work.
Nine-Mile lay just below the highway, in a beautiful corridor of primeval lodgepoles and ponderosas …
It was a striking place with secrets. There was a crystalline springhead pond across the water, about a quarter mile beyond the river, and completely hidden behind a dense screen of intervening conifers.
Large brown trout were known to enter this minor lodgepole tributary in October to mate and lay their eggs …
I once caught a good fish in the little pond itself … a handsome five-pound hen that had apparently spawned and wintered, and then elected to stay.
The cold spillages of the crystalline creek entered the river in the uppermost shallows at Nine-Mile …
It was a spring-hole worth knowing. Large trout often gathered there in hot weather, basking in its cool temperatures where the ledge rock shelved off into a secret pocket. I could usually count on at least one good fish there, because most anglers simply fished the primary currents of Nine-Mile without covering the pocket below its aquatic weeds.
The fate of Nine-Mile, however, was a terrible surprise.
Compare to page 141 in TToTC with the following words bolded and in red: "
Cancer is a terrible word." Boldfaced and redlined text is used within the memoir in only four places, twice in reference to cancer and twice to suggest a warning that something is scalding hot: "
DO NOT TOUCH!". The reason for this editorial oddity should be obvious: red for fire, and the red boldface connects cancer to fire.
The fish-filled secret below the weeds was smothered with silt and trash, and the spring-hole itself was gone. I became curious about the fate of the forest pond, and forded the river to inspect it. Dour rivulets of slurry came spilling through the trees, and I was astonished when I reached the tarn.
Its crystalline shallows were completely filled with slurry and trash. A tiny paradise had been destroyed. The outlet was clogged with refuse and silt, and the barrage of trash had raised the water in the lake until its overflows were forced into several braided channels farther downstream. No trout could ascend such gritty rivulets to spawn, and no freshly hatched juveniles would use its spatterdock riches to reach smolting size. Nine-Mile itself had been irrevocably changed, and after dutifully suiting up, I found myself angry and unable to fish.
Compare to "There'll be no paddle up your creek, Just heavy loads and water high."
Consider why Schwiebert was "angry": the full extent of the devastation was perhaps preventable if Forest Service management had actually cared about the ecosystem within their purview instead of trying to score political points.
Schwiebert continues the story as follows, not quoted by Vertigo.
Some ecologists have argued that postfire impacts have largely proved beneficial because natural lightning-strike fires are obviously implicit in our natural forest ecosystems. The science of such truths remains clear. Lodgepole cones do not surrender their seeds without exposure to hot temperatures associated with natural fires, and the argument that ancestral fires have played a substantial role in the ecological history of such forests is sound.
Such apologists further contend that once-dangerous thickets of deadfalls and dry tinder in these lodgepole forests had healthily been purged, and argued that these Yellowstone fires had cleansed its historic forests. The new grasslands created were alleged to have improved bison and elk habitat because both are grazing species, but both bison and elk lacked major predators then and had become much too plentiful before the fires. The ecosystem did not need more bison and elk. Other apologists waxed poetic about the beneficial impacts of the fires on avifauna and their prey within the boundaries of the Yellowstone, but none mentioned their horrendous impact on the famous Yellowstone trout streams.
Some fishing writers have written pieces echoing the doubtful thesis that everything had been improved through the purging of the fires, and that the fishing had also been helped. One reported unusual numbers of larger fish in the Firehole. This was irresponsibly wishful conjecture on the part of observers who lacked a fifty-year perspective on the Yellowstone and its fisheries, and were not competent to pass such judgment. The truth is much less felicitous. Several key tributaries had become so choked with postfire sedimentation, ash, and charred debris that their fish, including large trout that had never seen anglers, had been displaced from their headwaters to find refuge in the Firehole itself.
Such fish were not a happy portent.
Compare the above paragraphs to Fenn on page 141 of TToTC where he follows up the redlined and bolded "Cancer is a terrible word" with "The disease it defines represents nature in its most repellent form."
Fires also ravaged the hillsides along the lower Gibbon. Steeper slopes had quickly eroded, forming labyrinthine networks of raw gullies and wounds leaving the narrow highway below Gibbon Falls buried under great alluvial fans of mud, gritty precipitates, and trash. Heavy equipment had cleared the right-of-way, leaving great windrows of marl in many places, and the Gibbon became choked with waist-deep strata of raw sediments and ash. The great beauty of the box canyon below the Gibbon Falls had been charred and scarified by fire, leaving a river littered with postfire trash and mud winding through cemeteries of charred lodgepoles. I did not attempt to fish, and decided to investigate the fire damage along the Firehole.
The fires had decimated its remarkable lodgepole forests in many places between the Cascades of the Firehole and the Fountain Flats above Nez Perce Creek. I turned south on the old freight road toward Ojo Caliente, and found more fire damage there, but worse burns had overwhelmed the shores of Goose Lake. Its trees had been killed in fires of such temperature and intensity that their fire-seared trunks looked like they had been coated with shiny black lacquer. Fire had smoldered in the great mattresses of dead needles that once carpeted the entire forest floor, and when I used a tire iron to root deep into the burned earth, I found that fire had festered into its thick mattresses of pine needles to depths of eight and ten inches. Goose Lake was now encircled with skeletal lodgepoles that had been killed and charred by fire, although damselflies were still emerging from its shallow margins, swimming ashore to climb the blackened deadfalls and split their nymphal skins.
The scars were much worse beyond the lake.
Compare to cancer as above and to the poem words "Tarry scant": the word tarry could also mean covered by tar in addition to its more common interpretation of delay.
I reached the river and simply sat in the car, staring at its crippled forests with tears in my eyes, remembering the circling seasons I had enjoyed in these uncommon meadows. There were decades of happy memories from this place. I had shared a number of wonderful picnics at Feather Lake with old friends like the late John Hemingway, the late John Daniel Callaghan, and Bud Lilly. I particularly remember awakening from a post-lunch nap on the lodgepole bench at Feather to find Hemingway looking upstream toward the geyser plumes at Midway.
"Know what's wrong with this place?" Hemingway said with a sigh.
"No," I confessed.
"We don't own it," he said.
The narrow trace and cul-de-sac were no longer sheltered in a theatrical corridor of lodgepoles and big ponderosas, and a place of remarkable beauty had been utterly sacrificed and lost. The Firehole still flowed under the fire-blackened bench, a glittering necklace of bright water, with great billows of steam still rising from the geyser basin upstream. I had shared this place with a long parade of people across more than fifty years, and the morning was filled with echoes. I left the car and was surprised by the silence. There were no birds, no brash camp robbers arrived to beg for table scraps, and no skittish chipmunks scuttled across the forest floor. There was nothing for buzzards to scavenge, and no voles to interest circling hawks. The pale September sky was empty. Wind stirred in the blackened snags, which groaned and creaked. The meadow had offered some remarkable sport over the years, and I had hoped to fish, but there was no thought of fishing now.
I drove slowly back along the washboard trace toward Ojo Caliente, through its fire-scarred mausoleum of trees, as a big storm was starting to gather and build along the Pitchstone Ridge. Its conifers had also been ravaged as the wildfires crossed into the Firehole watershed, leaving its summits a raw wasteland of charred earth and gritty ash. The sun had quickly surrendered to an ominous gunmetal sky, and as the storm finally broke along its battlements, immense clouds of loose soil and ash billowed high into the darkening gloom. Such spiraling squalls of silt and windmilling ash would eventually reach the little Firehole itself, and further despoil its hyaline currents. I suddenly understood how profoundly its watershed had been changed.
And it utterly broke my heart.
😪
Footnote 6 on page 735 is revealing. It reads:
There is much credible evidence that these fires had begun outside Yellowstone Park, in the Absaroka headwaters of the Yellowstone in the Shoshone National Forest, and in the Teton National Forest north of Jackson Hole. The fires were fought on national forest tracts, but firefighters were withdrawn once the fires entered the national park itself. The fires were permitted to burn inside the national park for short-term political purposes, because 1988 was an election year. Our natural-fire policy had actually emerged under Presidents Nixon and Ford, and was based on sound forest science, but its application became a regional political issue when both Nathaniel Pryor Reed and Cecil Andrus refused to extinguish a number of controversial fires on federal land. Political opponents fought the Yellowstone fires aggressively outside the national park because the blazes had apparently begun in campfires and lightning strikes on the national forests. Firefighters had been deployed while these fires were still burning on tracts of commercial saw timber, but were stopped once the fires had crossed into Yellowstone. Some of the worst damage occurred on the Firehole and Thoroughfare, and these fires were not fought until they threatened park installations at Canyon and Fishing Bridge, and the historic art sauvage hotel located at Old Faithful. Andrus was no longer Secretary of the Interior when I met him, but during an interview in his office at Boise, I sought his opinion of the Yellowstone fires. Andrus still believed that the bipartisan natural-fire policy had been supported by good science, and pointed out that more than twenty petrified forests within park boundaries suggest that Yellowstone had survived worse destruction, although that perspective is little comfort to anglers who will never again enjoy the pristine Madison and Firehole of recent memory. He agreed that Yellowstone itself was not large enough to protect its aggregate ecosystem, and further conceded that a zealotry that had continued to advocate natural-fire policy in the worst drought summer in recorded history had perhaps been unwise. But he shook his head over the political tactics of appointees in the Forest Service, who had protected tracts of commercial saw timber while later permitting the Yellowstone itself to burn, and had further attempted to discredit the Carter Administration during the election of 1980.
From TToTC page 26: "One day my father gave me a spanking at school for running across some stupid desks, then that night he gave me a spanking at home because I got a spanking at school. The more I thought about that the more I felt put upon. When I explained to him that I'd been double jeopardized he told me that those things didn't count in a dictatorship. That's when I started to mistrust governments."
From TToTC page 147: "Now I feel that my father is sitting on the edge of a cloud somewhere watching. If he knows everything about me he's pretty busy lighting candles, some of them on both ends. But I hope he knows that I've been sometimes guilty only by innuendo, and that's why I wrote my epitaph with such profundity: I wish I could have lived to do, the things I was attributed to."
In 2009, the FBI raided Fenn and several other art dealers – and alleged looters – of Native American artifacts in the Southwest. The raid resulted in the confiscation of just four items from Fenn (none of which could be proven as having been obtained by him illicitly).
https://www.sfreporter.com/news/coverstories/2009/08/19/stealing-the-past/ This was more than just a nuisance … Fenn's reputation had been impugned and two other dealers who were arrested after the raids committed suicide. These guys were likely people he knew or may have even been his friends. A third man arrested in the case also committed suicide; he was a government informant who essentially helped the federal agents entrap the Four Corners dealers.
https://www.santafenewmexican.com/news/local_news/dealer-blame-fbi-for-seller-suicides-in-four-corners-looting-case/article_f8613507-1b71-513a-ba21-43a6b0622c0b.html Fenn was supposedly very angry and threatened Tony Dokoupil with legal action when the reporter spoke with old "pothunting" acquaintances and revealed some unsavory information about Fenn's artifact-collecting past, for example: "... Fenn wasn't just taking a treasure or two but returning to caves and stripping them clean …" In the end, the publicity of appearing in Newsweek magazine at such an early stage in the treasure hunt must have overridden Fenn's desire to keep some of those things that he "was attributed to" under wraps.
https://www.newsweek.com/forrest-fenn-wants-you-find-his-treasure-and-his-bones-64427 The FBI raids – based on purchases of artifacts by a government informant using government money to entice dealers to specifically sell him contraband, and which were conducted by multi-agency SWAT teams – were highly controversial for many locals. No doubt Fenn was pissed off at the Feds more than ever at that point. Despite the epitaph he wrote for himself, he certainly did not want to be remembered as "the old guy in Santa Fe raided by the FBI".
Less than a year later, he published his memoir with its treasure hunt poem. Little chance the timing was just a coincidence.
Finally, does anybody find it intriguing that Fenn rarely if ever talked about the 1988 fire in Yellowstone? It happened the same year he got cancer (or did it?), and he talked plenty about that personal ordeal. The fire and its aftereffects utterly destroyed some of his most cherished places where he had fished for trout and melded with nature since he was a young boy, including his (probably) favorite fishing hole at TOP SECRET "Nine-Mile" and not to mention the magical wood on the far bank of the river with its secluded crystal pond to which he would have gone alone and sat under pine trees, napping, daydreaming, watching wildlife, marveling at the mountain and river vistas, and writing poems or love notes to his wife. Yet not a peep from him about the conflagration that ravaged all of that? Curious.
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2023.06.06 02:32 JimmieJ48fan Reddit NASCAR Cup Series Fantasy League Week 16-Sonoma (Sun 6-11 3:30pm)
Rules https://docs.google.com/document/d/1aD2BuCcoagD1rdbDeYdkwMml5ZXr71cBe1sdpql29mI/edit?usp=sharing Standings after
Week 15 Rank | +/- | Driver | Points | Behind | Wins | Plof Pts | Winnings |
1 | -- | DaltonTG^ | 1081 | Leader | 5 | 28 | $3,440,853 |
2 | -- | JJohnson48fan* | 1027 | -54 | 2 | 20 | $4,258,417 |
3 | -- | SamsungGearS2* | 1006 | -75 | 1 | 10 | $3,609,722 |
4 | -- | hgimn* | 985 | -96 | 2 | 16 | $3,166,551 |
5 | -- | HoovDawg^ | 969 | -112 | 0 | 3 | $3,837,794 |
6 | -- | Rowdy54* | 937 | -144 | 0 | 5 | $2,917,534 |
7 | +5 | JamieMcMurray26* | 927 | -154 | 1 | 8 | $2,953,503 |
8 | -- | MorganvstheWorld^ | 922 | -159 | 0 | 4 | $3,005,196 |
9 | -- | Maddi10* | 921 | -160 | 0 | 5 | $3,054,769 |
10 | +1 | Warhawk* | 920 | -161 | 0 | 8 | $3,787,068 |
11 | -4 | yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyup^ | 917 | -164 | 0 | 4 | $2,944,942 |
12 | -- | carpetbeggar^ | 905 | -176 | 0 | 5 | $3,536,979 |
13 | -3 | justbo-lieve^ | 900 | -181 | 2 | 12 | $3,245,826 |
14 | -1 | laserviper* | 888 | -193 | 1 | 7 | $4,039,983 |
15 | +1 | LAW9960^ # | 870 | -211 | 2 | 16 | $2,910,210 |
16 | +1 | CaptainBert^ | 858 | -223 | 0 | 6 | $2,845,666 |
17 | +3 | Cherrypoptart* | 857 | -224 | 0 | 3 | $2,721,701 |
18 | -4 | mva812^ | 854 | -227 | 1 | 8 | $2,782,310 |
19 | -- | DaltMc^ # | 852 | -229 | 0 | 4 | $2,780,738 |
20 | -2 | LSX_24^ # | 850 | -231 | 0 | 5 | $2,788,830 |
21 | -- | KJH278* | 813 | -268 | 1 | 7 | $2,900,409 |
22 | -- | scooby10672^ | 812 | -269 | 0 | 4 | $2,621,779 |
23 | -- | Killawolf5300^ | 154 | -927 | 0 | 0 | $405,171 |
"#" = Rookie
"+" = Clinched Playoff Position
Points Spreadsheet https://sheet.zohopublic.com/sheet/published/22a47cc050b08731c4c439e989677eed8e39a Results https://sheet.zohopublic.com/sheet/published/22a47475ea8bc6aad46aeb32e7754dbe9b649 Manufacturer Standings after
Week 15 On the Manufacturer tab of the Points link above
ROTY Standings after
Week 15 On the ROTY tab of the Points link above
QUALIFYING DATE AND TIME Saturday June 10th at 6:00 PM EDT NEXT WEEK, SUNDAY JUNE 11th at 3:30 PM EDT Sonoma Raceway. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Toyota / Save Mart 350 PICKED RACE WINNER JamieMcMurray26, SamsungGearS2, Cherrypoptart, KJH278, MorganvstheWorld, and carpetbeggar Poles Won (AKA: Highest Average Starting Position of Picks)
justbo-lieve-2
CaptainBert-2
LSX_24-2
LAW9960-2
JJohnson48fan-1
SamsungGearS2-1
HoovDawg-1
*scooby10672-1
Races Won (AKA: Scored most points during a week)
DaltonTG-5
JJohnson48fan-2
justbo-lieve-2
LAW9960-2
hgimn-2
laserviper-1
KJH278-1
SamsungGearS2-1
mva812-1
*JamieMcMurray26-1
BACKUPS https://sheet.zohopublic.com/sheet/published/ayzpq17d98b1d8a3947baa5253842c535c736 Used This Week: Cherrypoptart, JamieMcMurray26, KJH278, LAW9960, mva812, and Rowdy54
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2023.06.06 02:22 AGE_Spider Card Printing Aid "KTCG" supports HTML-Styling!
Hi, some of you might be using
https://ktcg.netlify.app/print to create cards of your characters data sheet. What you might not have known is that you can use HTML-Styling to improve the readability of texts!This allows you for example to style the unicode char "black pentagon" as red text to show a proper distance - or make a list for tac ops. If you export the json and delete the "faction" key, you also remove the faction symbol at the lower half of the card. I used this for the generic "Command Re-Roll" tactical ploy.
Example:
Veteran Guardsman – Faction Tac Op 1
You can reveal this Tac Op at the end of any Turning Point.
- At the end of that Turning Point, if there are more friendly operatives than enemy operatives within ⬟(6) of your drop zone, and there are more friendly operatives than enemy operatives within ⬟(6) of your opponent’s drop zone, you score 1VP.
- If you achieve the first condition at the end of any subsequent Turning Points, you score 1VP.
This is the JSON I used to create the strategical & tactical ploys + tac ops for the Veteran Guardsmen:
{ "name": "Veteran Guardsmen", "operatives": [ { "name": "Overcharge Lasguns", "faction": "veteran-guardsman", "type": "operative", "customType": "", "color": "#ff4f02", "textColor": "#303030", "cost": "", "description": "", "m": "", "apl": "", "ga": "", "df": "", "sv": "", "w": "", "weapons": [ { "name": "Ranged: Standard", "a": "4", "bsws": "4", "d": "2/3", "sr": "", "crit": "" }, { "name": "Ranged: Overcharge", "a": "4", "bsws": "4", "d": "2/3", "sr": "AP1, Hot", "crit": "" } ], "abilities": [], "uniqueActions": [] } ], "equipments": [], "strategicPloys": [ { "name": "Take Cover", "faction": "veteran-guardsman", "type": "strategic-ploy", "customType": "", "color": "#ff4f02", "textColor": "#303030", "cost": "1", "description": "Until the end of the Turning Point, each time a shooting attack is made against a friendly VETERAN GUARDSMAN operative, if it is in Cover, improve its Save characteristic by 1 for that shooting attack.", "m": "", "apl": "", "ga": "", "df": "", "sv": "", "w": "", "weapons": [], "abilities": [], "uniqueActions": [] }, { "name": "Into the Breach", "faction": "veteran-guardsman", "type": "strategic-ploy", "customType": "", "color": "#ff4f02", "textColor": "#303030", "cost": "1", "description": "Each friendly VETERAN GUARDSMAN operative within your drop zone can perform a free Dash action, but must finish that move closer to the enemy’s drop zone.", "m": "", "apl": "", "ga": "", "df": "", "sv": "", "w": "", "weapons": [], "abilities": [], "uniqueActions": [] }, { "name": "Clear the line", "faction": "veteran-guardsman", "type": "strategic-ploy", "customType": "", "color": "#ff4f02", "textColor": "#303030", "cost": "1", "description": "Until the end of the Turning Point, each time a friendly VETERAN GUARDSMAN operative fights in combat, before rolling your attack dice for that combat, you can retain one as a successful normal hit without rolling it.", "m": "", "apl": "", "ga": "", "df": "", "sv": "", "w": "", "weapons": [], "abilities": [], "uniqueActions": [] }, { "name": "Overcharge Lasguns", "faction": "veteran-guardsman", "type": "strategic-ploy", "customType": "S", "color": "#ff4f02", "textColor": "#303030", "cost": "1", "description": "Until the end of the Turning Point, change the profile of lasguns that friendly VETERAN GUARDSMAN operatives are equipped with to \"Overcharge Lasguns\"\n", "m": "", "apl": "", "ga": "", "df": "", "sv": "", "w": "", "weapons": [], "abilities": [], "uniqueActions": [] } ], "tacticalPloys": [ { "name": "INSPIRATIONAL LEADERSHIP", "faction": "veteran-guardsman", "type": "tactical-ploy", "customType": "", "color": "#ff4f02", "textColor": "#303030", "cost": "1", "description": "Use this Tactical Ploy during a VETERAN GUARDSMAN LEADER operative’s activation. That operative issues a Guardsmen Order to all friendly VETERAN GUARDSMAN operatives within ⬟(6) of and Visible to it.", "m": "", "apl": "", "ga": "", "df": "", "sv": "", "w": "", "weapons": [], "abilities": [], "uniqueActions": [] }, { "name": "IN DEATH, ATONEMENT", "faction": "veteran-guardsman", "type": "tactical-ploy", "customType": "", "color": "#ff4f02", "textColor": "#303030", "cost": "1", "description": "Use this Tactical Ploy when a ready friendly VETERAN GUARDSMAN operative is incapacitated. That operative is not removed from the killzone until the end of your next activation or the end of the battle (whichever comes first) and does not count as being injured.", "m": "", "apl": "", "ga": "", "df": "", "sv": "", "w": "", "weapons": [], "abilities": [], "uniqueActions": [] }, { "name": "COMBINED ARMS", "faction": "veteran-guardsman", "type": "tactical-ploy", "customType": "", "color": "#ff4f02", "textColor": "#303030", "cost": "1", "description": "Use this Tactical Ploy after rolling your attack dice for a shooting attack made by a friendly VETERAN GUARDSMAN operative. If the target of that attack is an enemy operative that was targeted by another friendly VETERAN GUARDSMAN operative with a shooting attack during that Turning Point, you can re-roll any or all of your attack dice for that shooting attack.", "m": "", "apl": "", "ga": "", "df": "", "sv": "", "w": "", "weapons": [], "abilities": [], "uniqueActions": [] }, { "name": "COMMAND RE-ROLL", "type": "tactical-ploy", "customType": "", "color": "#ff4f02", "textColor": "#303030", "cost": "1", "description": "Use this Tactical Ploy after rolling one of your attack dice or defence dice. You can re-roll that dice.", "m": "", "apl": "", "ga": "", "df": "", "sv": "", "w": "", "weapons": [], "abilities": [], "uniqueActions": [] } ], "custom": [ { "name": "Boots on the Ground", "faction": "veteran-guardsman", "type": "custom", "customType": "TAC OPS", "color": "#ff4f02", "textColor": "#303030", "cost": "", "description": "Veteran Guardsman – Faction Tac Op 1
\n\nYou can reveal this Tac Op at the end of any Turning Point.\n\n- \nAt the end of that Turning Point, if there are more friendly operatives than enemy operatives within ⬟(6) of your drop zone, and there are more friendly operatives than enemy operatives within ⬟(6) of your opponent’s drop zone, you score 1VP.
\n- \nIf you achieve the first condition at the end of any subsequent Turning Points, you score 1VP.\n
", "m": "", "apl": "", "ga": "", "df": "", "sv": "", "w": "", "weapons": [], "abilities": [], "uniqueActions": [] }, { "name": "STAND FAST", "faction": "veteran-guardsman", "type": "custom", "customType": "TAC OPS", "color": "#ff4f02", "textColor": "#303030", "cost": "", "description": "Veteran Guardsman – Faction Tac Op 2
\nYou can reveal this Tac Op in the Reveal Tac Ops step of any Turning Point.\n
- At the end of any Turning Point, if friendly operatives control two or more objective markers, and friendly operatives control more objective markers than enemy operatives do, you score 1 VP.
- \nIf you achieve the first condition at the end of any subsequent Turning Points, you score an additional 1VP.\n
", "m": "", "apl": "", "ga": "", "df": "", "sv": "", "w": "", "weapons": [], "abilities": [], "uniqueActions": [] }, { "name": "GLORY IN DEATH", "faction": "veteran-guardsman", "type": "custom", "customType": "TAC OPS", "color": "#ff4f02", "textColor": "#303030", "cost": "", "description": "
Veteran Guardsman – Faction Tac Op 3\n\nReveal this Tac Op at the end of the battle.\n
- \nIf more friendly operatives were incapacitated than enemy operatives, but you scored more victory points from the mission objective, you score 2VPs.
", "m": "", "apl": "", "ga": "", "df": "", "sv": "", "w": "", "weapons": [], "abilities": [], "uniqueActions": [] } ] } Have fun!
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2023.06.06 02:07 shallottmirror Is my new assistant trying to annoy me?
She comes in at busy morning time w a complex breakfast and milkshake thing, puts it on the tiny desk area (which I’ve said she cannot do bc there are sensitive papers), then stands around eating (instead of helping me serve snack, settle kids, check in w parents, prep for next activity, finish chores she never did night before, etc )
She’s starred to always sweep up sensory materials instead of helping kids, and I’m the bad guy for suggesting to prioritize priority things.
She talks to the 3-5’s as if they were adorable dogs. “Oooohhhhh, come here my lil pumpkin! Can you go potties?” She riles them up, carries them around, and lets them drag her by the hand.
At lunch, she rummages through our snack cabinet and eats discarded kids food…and talks that dumb baby talk which leads to them dumping food if I go on break then. (Guess who ends up cleaning up?)
She walked outside in afternoon without attendance sheet. I chased after her to give her it, but she refused to use it and kept trying to count the kids as they were running around (we has kids picked up and kids added from another class!)
And…moments after I said you can’t do it that way, we realized we were missing a kid. I stayed late to help her find the kid but left a few extra chores for her (which she should do anyways esp bc I have to do thrm in mornings when I come in).
She seemed annoyed when I reminded her again to completely dump out water table.
I had to hide a white board I used for tracking bathroom bc she’d just draw dumb pictures for thr kids and ignore them.
She asks to leave the room for personal errands frequently, and looks miserable when I say she cannot.
She started off great but is going downhill…
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2023.06.06 01:27 UnfetteredDefiance It Ain't Me...
I'm been hearing a lot of crap about a few things. And let me tell you... women, I am kind of starting to despise you.
I don't talk to women I don't have to in my day to day. I also have cut way down on dealing with women I once knew. I'm not baby sitting my neighbor or sister in law kids. I'm not doing the activities and volunteer shit I used to do. This is the first year an many I will not be coaching in the summer league, cause I don't want to deal with the moms.
I didn't know how many females had my goddamn number until I decided to disengage.
So, in some attempt to explain my behavior to the gaggle of women who I am no longer around, my sister in law "let slip" my reasons. Don't know exactly what she said, but she claims she just said that I was tired of dealing with women in general and wanted to take some time to work on myself.
I don't believe this is what she said, but that's what she claims. I say this because of the reaction.
If a woman has penis based stress in her life and she swears off men, do men attack her? Do she get calls claiming that she's not a real woman or she needs to woman up or get out of her emotions? No? We just let her be? Perhaps maybe we try to guilt trip her into continuing fruitless one-sided friendships that only benefit men? No?
It all starts the same. Fake concern. Then fake comradery. Aww, but we'll miss you out there. It's not going to be the same without you. That kind of thing. Then we go through the guilt tripping, the gaslighting, before we finally get to questioning my manhood and stuff. Like its a personal fucking attack on them I don't wanna deal with they ass.
What it is a surrender. I do not want to do deal with you. Me in your life is not for me, so I'm up out of it.
Here's my life. I have so many people, and a disproportionate number of them are women, that I kept feeding time, effort, and care into like a furnace for no other reason than I thought that's what I was supposed to do. Neverminded that not only did it not keep me warm, but I'm getting frost bite while you drain my time, spirit, and resources.
So... what do I get out of this. What do I get out of any of any of these relationships? These aren't friendships, these are parasites that are leeching me dead and causing diseases, I just pretended they all had cute names and were my friends. They aren't. Their action prove they aren't.
It ain't me. I'm not that dude whose got it in him to believe that it's worth sticking my head back in the reaper to see if one of these vile succubi is actually an angel.
Companionship? I got a dog. Love? Is a four letter word that's as offensive as fuck and cunt; and since its predicated on my money, looks, and social status; it ain't real. Sex? Shit, it's so low on my priority list I haven't had it in a while, nor masturbated, and trust me I feel no real loss. Besides I can't geek my head up to be sexually attracted to any goddamn thing or body for the foreseeable future.
I clean. I cook. I make my money. I do the chores, tend the garden, sew up my own pants if theirs a hole. I was boy scout, never made eagle, but sure as hell got that badge up at Lefeber.
I'm struggling to figure out what the fuck I need you for or why I got to explain it. I've been very polite, very understanding, very patient but I'm losing my damn mind here. I wanna scream!
NO I DON'T WANT TO HELP WITH THE POTLUCK! NO I DON'T FUCKING HAVE TIME TO COME HELP YOU FIX ANYTHING. I CAN'T CHAPARONE SHIT! FUCK YOU FUCK YOUR KIDS! I DO NOT OWE YOU MY TIME OR AND EXPLAINATION! I AM ONLY SORRY THAT I SPENT A LIFE TIME GIVING YOU THE IMPRESSION THAT YOU CAN DEPEND ON ME! YOU CAN'T! I DON'T OWE YOU SHIT!
This is the hardest goddamn year of my life. It's like spending your life thinking you're working toward being Luke Skywalker and it turns out you storm trooper 0129543, your job is to let folks step on your back on the way up the lift and do it with a smile.
Well, I'm not smiling. I'm looking at the mirror and resenting the idiot on the other side. I'm sure most men, better men, can stand up, swallow they shit and move forward. Be that dude. Deal with them women. I'm not that dude. I don't want shit to do with you.
And guess what, it's better. I'm installing the ultimate surround sound in my goddamn den and it's lovely. I finally building my ultimate gaming man cave. I got my main TV and switch boxes and the like for my 6 crts for retro gaming. I spent my life making money I was afraid to spend because I needed to be responsible for my 'family'. Fuck that shit. I finally, finally, completed my Neo GEO Collection. Now I'm working no N64. That makes me happy. Having what I work for and earned.
And I'm slaying in my sons room. He still sleeps in my room, but He's going to have the COOLEST fucking bedroom.
Which, for anyone keeping score, means no I'm not moving back to the house. She can have it. At least there I know my son is in a great environment.
So to any ladies out there who want to admonish me cause I think celibacy and being alone is more my speed...
Bitch you don't have to deal with me. Why the fuck do you care what I do?
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2023.06.06 01:11 Chris_Mentese Meeting Brian Molko and the meaning of "Beautiful James"
| My name is Chris Mentese, a European guy from Antwerp. However, I will not bore you with such incidentals. I submit to you that "Beautiful James" is in fact a reference to none other than James Dean himself. It's no secret that Brian looks up to Dean as a muse and has mentioned him in other Placebo songs such as "Ashtray Heart" and "This Picture." "Beautiful James," as Brian has stated, is about pure love. In the song, Brian at times speaks both as himself and as James Dean. "Bring me back to life!" Molko cries, speaking as James, seeking to be brought back from his grave. Once Dean is resurrected, he and Brian venture through the fantasy zones of Europea, through many "battle fields." The current situation in Curope, and around the globe, is quite hot - fettered with much unseen troubles and dangers. Brian deeply expresses this idea in the song (and the rest of Never Let ME Go), as intense paranoia and feelings of danderousness permeate every melody lyric. Later, when Brain sings, "I don't want to wake you, but I just may have to," he is speaking fervently, stating that he may have to utilize occult methodology (such as a tarot card, a Wedgie Board, Franken-bolts, or perhaps a seance) in order to contact Spirit James, who lies asleep, dead in some forsaken neitherworld. Brian Molko clearly adores Dean and regards him as a spiritual brother, muse, and inspirato. After all, the two share so much. On the sophomoric Placebo record Sleeping with Gaists, the track "Something Wrong With This Picture" similarly calls to mind Dean. In the autobiographic song, Brain mentions the Ashtray Girl, a very hot, young goth woman with whom he had a torgid affair. She caused him to commit masochistic acts, such as when she put out cigarettes on Brian's chests. Now, the putting out of cigarettes on his svelte bobs is nothing but an off-color reference to Dean because, as many know, James fell for the same masochistic trick. Dean would command odd characters to place cigars on his cheste in the privacy of his bedroom, just as Brian did with the petite Ashtray Girl. Futherwore, Brian also has a song called "Ashtray Heart" on his album Battle For the Sun, which is chockablock with the same bizzarology - the intense image of a man in a plastic leather blazer, with women putting out cigarettes on his exposed chest. Again, this is both a reference to Dean and Brian himself. If you have not listened to the whole of Never LEt Me Go, you really should. You must. When I first listened, I was alone on holiday, staying at a gloomy hostel in Strasbourg, in a darkly lit public restroom, reclining in the tub. As I heard the songs through my earphones, I was utterly repulsed; for it was all far too brutal. Too Honest. I wanted somthing lighter - sexier - with songs similar to the pop gems found on the Placebo albums of old. Insteada, what we got with NEver LEt ME GO, is smomthing very profound, very brutal, with lyrics and themes which cut into your very sole. Listening to the tunes, I felt like Brian himself had pulled my stick, letting out somthing, and then stabbed me - denting my tits and cutting into my heart. I actually vomitted from both ends - but a little - by the album's close. And when the stuff dispersed in the water, I gasped, eyes rolling, and nearly lost consciousness. The whole while, Brian's spectral vocals echoed through my mind, and I choked, feeling the emotional pain. It was a very cathartic release, because Brian conveys true things - very real things that I wanted to put from my mind. But now, after this realization, I can tell you the truth: this record is the finest post Meds Placebo album I have seen on the shelf at the establishment. Pehaps it is second only to Without YOu I'm a Nothing. I want readers to understand that Brian Molko is actually a wonderful guy, truly. I have met him several times, just by chance. We are both Europeans, similarly aged, originally from Belgium; and so, I have seen him at least 3-4 times - once in the late 90s, another in 2---s, and twice more, most recently, in the 2020s. The first time I met Brian was in 1999. He did not see me; I only heard his angelic voice. I was at a European Health Clinic (whose name I will not say) receiving intra-testicular saline injections. Through a closed door, I heard Brain in the lobby, conversing with some being. He was saying something about Heathrow airport and the weather (just small talk). Excited, I tried to arise to go out and meet him. Alas, I could not. For I was down, bound in restraints. I tried to scream for him, but my mouth was covered. Besides, I was naked, and it was just as well that Brian did not witness my moment of impropriety. Next, in the early 2000s, I met Brian on the train to Scotland. He sat alone. At first I thought he was Feldman the American actor, but indeed it was Brian. I engaged the man, and he smiled warmly. He even gave me some Dark Belgian Chocolate, a fine cigarette, and an autograph. The following 10 years, I met Molko yeat again, but this time on the bullet train from Tokyo to Oskaka. Again, he was alone, but listening to a Placebo Parlament Funkadelic LP on his virtual Walkman. He was drinking a cup of very hot, very fresh German coffee. "Brain," I said, "It is Chris! Do you not remember me?" Molko said nothing, but only smiled. In 2015, I nearly saw Brian again. I had just left a Christopher Lambert film festival in Zurich. As I walked the town, I felt hotly on edge - highly incensed and quite lethal. I needed a friend or lover; however, I was utterly alone. Rather than order an unknown escort in a strange town, I stopped into the gentleman's club - a nonstop erotic cabaret - away from high street. Inside, I discreetly swallowed a pill in the lavatory, then entered the bar. There I took several drinks - clear vodka with plenty of ice - and solemnly viewed the cabaret. After some time, I noticed a slender man (about Brian's dimensions) reviving a lap dance from a lather large blonde woman, to the tune of Placebo's "English Summer Rain." Because of these indicators, I immediately made the logical connection that this man was, in fact, Molko. I rushed through the crowd and came between the man and the dancer. Pushing the woman aside, whose breast collided with my hand, I ceased the the man, firmly pulling at the lapels of his jacket, and lifted him from his chair. Much to my dismay, I realized that he was not Brian, but only slightly similar in looks. Apparently, the DJ's song selection was a mere coincidence. Bouncers arrived. There was some screaming and pushing. I was streuk several times, quite hard, Pelted with a fleshlight about the head and firmly across the seat. I then felt an arm come from behind and cross my neck. (It was not the first time I had been choked, nor the last.) Rather than fight, I conceded to the pressure and felt pure bliss as my consciousness left. (There was some strain and redness in the face, as well as Some stool dropage, as prescribed.) As I went, I emitted a high-pitched whining moan (much like Brian would have done under the same circumstances, I suppose). Doubtless, all in attendance were impressed by this; but it was far too late to take back the damage they had rendered, as I was well unconscious and positively beaten. Security carried me from the premises and expelled me from the porch. I awokened at the storefront moments later, with some blood dripping from the nose. Worse still, my beautiful leather coat and Crimplene blouse were utterly torn. In the end, I left with two black eyes for my troubles - a delicious reminicient, worthy of Brian's excellent Placebo song, "Black Eyed." After that setback, I did indeed bump into the real Molko once more. This happened in 2022, at the Front 242 concert, at the concession stand outdoors. Brian did not notice me at first, but when I roughly caught him by the arm and spun him around, he knew me straightaway. (He looked quite good with his present style: all together rugged, with long hair, fedora, fashion shades, Zorro mustache, and dashing grin.) After a hug and much laughter, we sat together and had a lengthy intellectual conversation, smoking many cigarettes, and drinking some alcohol. I offered him some colorful little tablets, but he was clean and did not want any. All in all, it was a rather lovely evening. Brian expounded on topics such as himself and Placebo; whereas I talked mainly about my frustrations with life. Brian was very forthgiving and simpathetic. He even assured me that he would help me to get laid (I requested a real female, and Molko insisted that he could do it, no question asked, nor fee collected.) "Rest assured, next time I will get you a woman from the red light sector, and I will pay the fine," said he. At the close of our meeting, we had exchnaged some phone numbers, and the sistuation got a bit confused in the heated exchange. I am not altogether sure I got the right number, as I have texted Brian and await confirmation, yet to recieve any response! Most likely there was some mistake, but it is no matter, since I am somewhat confindence I shall bump across Molko yet again in future time. With his eyes, sincere and blue; his voice, high, nasal, and yet resonant; his words and teachings, beyond the border of genius; and his way of being, seemingly alien yet at once profundly human, this Brian is truly an unusual person - a miracle worker, mildly put. They should never have exiled the man to Denmark, following Brexit. It's a very sad thing, and Brian has been complaining about it ever since. In closing, I have this to offer: Very many of you Placebo fans are being unfair and irrational, complaining about the band's latest work. "Give us your old sounds," you demand. "Make new music like With Out You I'm Nothing," or, "Give us the funs songs of your first record!" In response, I tell you this: Do not do this, ever. You do not know what you ask. This is no longer the 90's - a wonderful time. No, this is the future and life stinks. Further, Brian Milko is no longer the amazing fun-person he was in the Brit-pop days. Back then he wore the Zero Girl Shirts, The Stunt Bitch T-shirt, and dressed like a girl ... sometimes. He was cheerfull anorexic - a glib androgynous - who was very courtious, very cheeky, with a playful wit and flipant humor. He was like a son who was rather like a smart daughter - one to be cheerish, which you wished you had, had you had the privilege of having children. Gone are those halcyon days. Brian is now an adult - a hardened man - weary, serious, older, troubled, somewhat handsome and somewhat rugged, who is prone to absurdist flights in his fedora, black leather coat, black shirt, long sheet hair, and mustache. His comings and goings are very mysterious, as are his creative processes. Don't bother him. He cannot go back in time. These are grim times, and he can't return to being a boy. Neither can any of us. With Much Love, Chris M. Brian and I at the pub in the vosges. Brian (left) and I (on the right). Take note, if you are able, of my beautiful leather outergarmet (made from real lamb). Please also notice, that day I was very stress-worn and had not shaved in over several weaks, thus accounting for my whiskers and mullet hair-styles. For you and I (us Placeboy fans), we know that time is relative. In other words, time is short. Thus, I cannot maintain the proper image of all times. Also, my funds are rather limited, as I am not a sucessful adult financially speaking (Although, I, like other Europeans, place emphasis on quality over quantity, and as such, have amassed a rather remarkable, though modest, wardrobe filled with several vintage garments of remarkable quality - perfect for the man such as myselfer, who blends Euriopean advance-style, with alternative looks of rock, the likes of which Brian Nolko is particularly of note). In life, there are only so many tasteful, small moments when two men (like Brian and me) can kick back, get togeder, and just share a small, pleasent moment, like two gentleman. It was a very good moment, I dare say, and I looking foward to future conforntations between Brian and I, and prehapts Stephan (or even disgruntled x-drummer, Steve). We shall see. submitted by Chris_Mentese to placebo [link] [comments] |
2023.06.06 01:02 OviteHenry Am I the only one that feels like Geeta is a tad bit overhated?
Look, don't get me wrong. You're allowed to dislike Geeta, in fact, you're allowed to dislike any character, opinions are opinions after all; but I DO feel people have this weird hatred towards Geeta in specific, like, on a PERSONAL level. Which I feel is a little bit underserved. Sure, as a champion and final boss, she's REALLY underwhelming, specially for a pokémon game with pretty decent difficulty otherwise, but I think that's less her fault as a character and more-so an developer oversight, unless they're activelly making geeta's team bad for whatever reason, which WOULD be smart if they develop on that later, but as it stands, I don't think that's the case. That's kinda it really. Now look, I don't think she's an amazing character otherwise, but I DO think people, as I said, hate her in a personal level, like, as a CHARACTER, not as a champion, which I do find a little bit weird. She's actually really nice to the player character, and when penny literally hacked the pokémon league and essencially stole money, she got complimented by Geeta instead of idk, actually punishing her, like how most people would do, sure, she does pressure her into doing what's essentially community service, but one, I think the scene she pressures penny pretty funny, and two, for someone that did what's essentially theft, I think penny got off relatively scot free. Does that seems like a evil person would do? I DON'T THINK SO! I also think it's kinda funny how Nemona seems to really like Geeta and respects her. There's also the fact that some gym leaders aren't particular fond of her, but I think that's a bit blown out of proportion. I think in most cases the gym leaders just have some criticisms towards her because y'know, she's their boss, being a gym leader is considerd a job and I think it's pretty reasonable for them to have some issues with her boss, no one is perfect after all. So let's have a look at each one, shall we? Katy doesn't really like how she has to hold back in battle for being one of the first gym leaders, which IS understandable, but I don't think it's exactly a order and more-so a request, since Katy says that she will start battling on her own style, and if the trainers complain, she will say that not all pastries are sweet. I haven't seen Brassius, Iono and Kofu really complain about her either, so let's move to the next. For Grusha, he stopped doing something he loved after an injure, and ended up becoming a gym leader. He's afraid of Geeta ending up firing him or something because he doesn't want to another dream of his being taken away, which is completely understandable. If one day something out of your control ends up stopping you for doing something you love, I think it's pretty reasonable for you to be afraid of the same thing happening AGAIN after you find a new dream, but I don't think that's something that would realisticly happen, it's just a concern about the possibility of something that COULD happen. If Grusha was a terrible gym leader, of course he would be fired, but since he isn't, then yeah. The next two are a bit different tho, Ryme and Tulip both seems to dislike Geeta in some capacity. For Tulip it's a bit straightfoward, she simply thinks their personalities clash, and that Geeta has a pretty different vibe from her, and that's why she doesn't like her that much. I can't blame Tulip or Geeta for that, after all, you can't please everybody, and sometimes you're just too different from someone for both of you to truly connect. Ryme tho, I feel like there's some beef going around them- She says that she's annoyed that Geeta sent the player instead of coming there herself, and she felt disrespected. I think that's more because she WANTED to fight Geeta, and as she said, "prove the strength of Ghost types to Geeta". I guess she just thought that Geeta sent you there because she didn't think she was worth of battling, but we all know that isn't the case. Geeta sent us because she wanted free time to work with the academy ace tournament, not out of laziness or disinterest. Now we have...Larry. Now Larry could very well hate Geeta for all we know, but at the same time, it's a bit complicated. Geeta requested him to work as a Elite Four AND as a Gym Leader, but at the same time, she was concerned about the player disturbing larry AND strictly tells him to cut on overtime hours. I have no idea if Geeta has a weird vendetta against larry, if she REALLY likes larry, if larry simply does everything Geeta asks without a question because he simply doesn't care anymore, or if he's completely indifferent about Geeta. I'm genuinly not sure. People really like Larry though, so if he dislikes Geeta or people think that she's mistreating him, I can see why people would dislike Geeta, but i'm not exactly sure how their relationship is like, it's probably up for interpretation tho, just like pretty much everything on this post. I know I rambled a lot about this character in specific, but I don't exactly LOVE Geeta really, I think she's neat and that's about it. I just think she's a bit misjudged, and that people have a certain bias against her since she's such a bad champion, and like, that's fine! You can dislike her because she's a bad champion, but I DO think that people sometimes hate her a bit too much, like she's some sort of evil person that does evil things cuz she's EVIL!!! Some people even theorize that she's actually a villain, but I don't really see that.
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2023.06.06 00:58 Gunther__Lauch Street View journey visiting every Premier League Football Stadium pt.2! (Newcastle United - AFC Bournemouth)
Part 2:
St. James Park, Newcastle - Elland Road, Leeds - Etihad Stadium, Manchester - Old Trafford, Manchester - Goodison Park, Liverpool - Anfield Road, Liverpool - Molineux Stadium, Wolverhampton - Villa Park, Birmingham - Vitality Stadium, Bournemouth -----
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The Stadiums: Elland Road - Leeds United
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The route I'm taking:
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2023.06.06 00:47 emilianaaaaaa Review of the HUB Residence (Studio)
Location: 6/10 It's basically as close as you can get to campus, which is nice. Safeway, HMart and a few other grocery stores are only a few blocks walk or a bus ride away. Close to the LRT too, which has its upsides, and (spoiler alert) its downsides. However, the HUB itself is a complete shitshow when it comes to food and the stores there either have a really limited selection, are super overpriced, or both.
Kitchen: 3/10 The appliances and cabinetry are all definitely nice and pretty high quality, however there are some MAJOR flaws to the layout. Firstly, there isn't enough counter space to have a microwave unless you don't use a drying rack or otherwise leave the drying rack in the sink which means you have no room to use it. Second, to even open the fridge you need to stand in the bathroom, which isn't a dealbreaker, but still pretty odd and resulted in my bathroom mat collecting a lot of dirt over time. Thirdly, there also just isn't enough counter space for anything at all, beyond even a microwave. You're forced to use the stovetop to have room for your cuttingboard/etc. or otherwise take it into the bedroom and use the tiny table.
The oven is small and has a heating coil on both the top and the bottom. I have had two Pyrex dishes explode on me in the oven, and my assumption is this is due to the fact that it's basically not possible to get far enough away from the heating coil to not explode. Also, basically every time I use the oven it sets off my smoke detector at least 30 times. These have compounded in me never using an oven, on top of not having a microwave. So I just use my stovetop, which still sets off the smoke detector every couple uses for no discernable reason.
TL;DR these units were not really designed with any kind of even remotely serious cooking in mind.
Bed/Bedroom: 4/10 Calling it a bed is pretty generous. It's basically a glorified gymnastics mat sitting on top of a metal cot. Twin/single bed sheets fit extremely loose, FYI. In terms of firmness I would say the mattress was on the firm side, but closer to the middle. Bed is squeaky, and there's also no real headboard so I had to line my bed up with a wall or else my pillow would slide off the bed 9,082,335 times every night.
There is only one light in the bedroom, and I unfortunately (spoiler alert) wasn't ever able to open my curtains. I will also say that most of the furniture in general is pretty low quality, aside from the armchair. I would genuinely consider the University's portrayal (
https://www.ualberta.ca/residence/media-library/images/hub-floorplan-studio.jpg) one of the greatest catfishes of all time, and am honestly convinced that this has to be in violation of some kind of false advertising law.
Bathroom: 1/10 There isn't a fan in the bathroom and it is genuinely the stupidest idea I have ever seen executed. When I take a shower my entire kitchen gets covered in a light coating of condensation. It causes a lot of the metal in the bathroom (shower curtain, appliance covers) to rust very quickly. Not to mention, there are no drawers in the bathroom, only a cupboard under the sink. But why would you want to even put anything in the bathroom with how humid it gets there after a shower?
Cleanliness: 2/10 Dust collected in my unit at an insanely fast rate. I think it was because the heaters haven't been cleaned in a long time. I admittedly have OCD and am a bit of a neat freak but I basically had to sweep every day or every-other day. And I would sweep up a sizeable amount of dust, too. Enough to fill maybe 1/4 of a dustpan.
It was dirty enough that I threw out a lot of stuff (doormat, bath mat, etc.) when moving out because there was no way I could get it clean again.
Climate Control: 1/10 Virtually nonexistent. Through the winter my unit got below 15 C very regularly and now that Spring has hit I have been burning up to the point that I bought a box fan. I'm also on the bottom floor and can't open my window often for (spoiler alert) reasons, so that was also fun. I should also mention that apparently studio units don't even get ceiling fans?
Mailbox: 2/10 UPS, FedEx, and Amazon will deliver packages to your stairwell door and it will be stolen in less than 15 minutes. Canada Post can deliver to the boxes however I have had maybe 1 of every 4 Canada Post packages ordered get lost for no discernable reason. I had to pay $30/mo for a UPS PO Box and use the Amazon Locker to survive.
Food deliveries like DoorDash, etc. are very hit or miss because the delivery drivers do not like to deliver onto campus because they don't understand the layout. Be prepared to have to deal with really angry and confused drivers calling or texting you. Or your food delivered to the wrong unit. And lots of late deliveries.
Laundry: 4/10 Not enough machines for the sheer number of people living in the HUB. Be prepared to go at really inconvenient times if you want to do your laundry without having to wait an excessive amount of time. It's also pretty exhausting to have to carry laundry up three flights of stairs and all the way to the laundry room, as someone who lived pretty far from it.
The laundry room in general is pretty dirty. People will open your dryer or washer on accident and not restart the machine, pretty regularly. Lots of people leave their stuff in the machines for hours. It's also (spoiler alert) not 100% safe.
Privacy: 6/10\*
Pretty decent, though I have heard people living in the HUB say otherwise
very adamantly. I didn't have a neighbor above or next to me so probably take this with a grain of salt. My biggest complaint is that I hear tons of people in my stairwell very late at night who are just walking through it and talking very loudly. There seems to be virtually no sound insulation whatsoever on the side of the room that has the stairwell.
Pests: 8/10\*
Outside of a few dozen fruit flies over my 6 months of living in the HUB, I didn't have to deal with any. Expect that this may not be the case for you, but pray that it is. My understanding is if you live under or even near a restaurant you are going to have mice and ants pretty badly. However, I will also note that I absolutely have seen cockroaches, ants, etc. just chilling out on the mall-level.
Safety: 1/10 OK so yeah, it's awful. I can't open my window because homeless people will come up to the window and ask me for food or money. Someone let a homeless man into the laundry room while I was alone in there and he came after me and I had to physically leave the room while leaving my stuff there for my own safety. I was approached by a human trafficker who tried stalking me for a week or two afterwards. 2-3 times I have heard people screaming (presumably on drugs or having some kind of episode) run into my stairwell to pull the fire alarm. There have been times I've been unable to enter or leave my apartment because people are literally just tripping out in the middle of the stairwell or in front of the door, etc. I've been followed home late at night from the bus stop/LRT station by people who were literally talking about mugging me.
Price: 1/10 Completely unjustified and unaffordable. The unit and the experience of living here is generously worth about 2/3 of the current price, if that. They have manipulated studios into being a monthly lease in order to squeeze every single penny out of you for rent. Not to mention I had to pay $30/mo for a mailbox from UPS to be able to get packages, so it's even more expensive.
Overall Rating: 3/10 \ = I am acknowledging that these rankings are very far outside of the norm of things I have heard about the HUB from other current and former residents.*
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2023.06.06 00:27 Mean-Classic-7739 I hunt monsters pt.2
I hunted monsters for an international anomaly research center Part 2 I decided instead of telling you about the next monster I’d planned I will tell you all what I did last week. I’d heard about this anomaly before, but that was because it was contained. Not by our organization but by one we work closely with. They’d been keeping it well in their Puerto Rico containment facility, but it managed to escape during a power outage. They’d insisted on trying to capture it themselves for a couple of days before they finally let me come in. Normally I’d be mad that they couldn’t catch it, but the Scape Ore Swamp Lizard Man is no walk in the park. Standing 10 feet long, 8 feet tall, and pure muscle this thing is practically a walking tank. It has an almost inch-thick hide of small black snake-like scales. It stands on two legs but can switch to four when needed. It has a large head with a long muzzle full of sharp venomous teeth. Its face is always contorted into a scowl adding to its frightful appearance. Its back is covered in large spiked scutes which start at the head to the tip of the tail. On its two large four-fingered hands are two-inch-long nasty claws. They deployed me the same way as always, and I landed with a light thud on the jungle floor after I was unlatched from the parachute and harness. I looked out at the darkening jungle around me. My search would be far from easy. I knew that, as I needed more information about where it was. However, after getting my sniper railgun ready I began my pursuit. My pursuit was aimless and tiring. I had no direction, and the heat was slowly burning me alive. The jungle was full of loud squawking birds. At one point I looked up and saw in the evening light a small group of bats flying overhead. I walked slowly and steadily scanning the quickly darkening ground for something, but as I suspected there was nothing in sight. No sigh from the lizardman. I walked on and on until finally, I found something. They were large three-toed tracks that almost looked like ones a T-rex would’ve made. My heart leaped in joy and excitement and I began following the footprints. They were easy to follow as the heavy feet had sunk deep into the wet muddy ground of the jungle. They followed no path and almost walked the way I had been walking aimlessly. Until like me, it seemed to have found something to follow. Its path led in an almost perfect straight line, having trampled almost anything that wasn’t a tree out of its way. I noticed as I followed its tracks large claw marks in the trees. There were three and they were long and deep. I followed for a good long while still tired but my determination had increased 10 fold now that there was a path to follow. As I walked along I began to hear something off in the distance. It was so faint it was hard to discern. At first, I thought it might be some sort of birdcall, but then it clicked in my head. It screamed. I started running as fast as I could through the jungle tripping at one point but pulling myself back up. Eventually, I found myself running into a field. What I saw in that field I’ll never forget. I don’t know what it is, but I’ve never been bothered by dead humans before. In my youth when I’d go to funerals seeing the body never disturbed me. I’d be sure but the body itself never made me uncomfortable. And after I got this job I got completely desensitized, but something about dead animals. I could never handle seeing a dead animal. I don’t know exactly why. I guess it’s because it brought me back to my childhood. My dad was born in Mexico in 1979, but he and his family moved to Puerto Rico 3 years later. My dad lived in Puerto Rico during the horrifying but short reign of the Chupacabra. When I was little he would tell me stories about it. Fields of livestock just on the ground dead wholly drained of blood. Those stories actually started me down the route of where I am today, but I don’t think I ever really comprehended what that looked like until I saw the massacre in the field I was now in. It almost seemed as though a sheet of blood and muscle and meat had fallen over the field. It was absolutely everywhere and dispersed throughout this massacre I could see small bits of bones. Vertebrae there, or a rib over there. It almost looked like they’d all exploded from the inside at the same time, but I know that is not what happened. I saw the footprints in the ground, I saw the claw marks in the bones. I knew the only thing that could’ve done this was the horrible beast I was hunting. I walked around through the massacre for a while in a sort of shock. Then I finally snapped out of it and looked around again. I saw a house separated only by a now broken wood fence to the field. I instantly knew where the screams had come from and what had likely happened. I ran toward the house and a story began to unfold as I got closer. The father or man of the house must’ve come outside to defend his family because I found his body ripped apart just outside the front door. I stepped over the body and walked into the tiny house. It was absolutely destroyed. The walls were torn apart, furniture was left shattered on the ground, and there was lots of blood. I looked over and saw a partial body on the living room floor. I grimaced when I realized the poor thing had once been a big dog. Now it was nothing but torn meat and bones. One step at a time I made my way to the back of the house down a cramped hallway. In the bedrooms were the destroyed bodies of a woman and three children. The only peace I had was that these people died quickly. I noticed at the end of the hall was a shattered glass backdoor. I stepped through it, almost slipping on the shards of glass still on the floor, and walked into the backyard. It was a tiny cleared area surrounded by trees. The ground was littered with small dog toys and in the corner was a chicken coop. The roof of it had been ripped off and shattered. I peeked in through the hole and saw lots of blood-covered eggs. It looked like, unlike the other animals, the lizardman had actually stopped eating all the chickens. Maybe all of that butchering worked up an appetite. I thought. After calling in for the investigation crew I continued on my trail. The sun had completely set and navigated the dense jungle even with my bright headlight showing the way. Not long into it rain began pouring which completely covered the tracks. In frustration, I turned around and made my way back to the farm. Suddenly I heard something from the treetops. It sounded almost like a faint growl and before I could do anything else the large figure of the Lizardman jumped from the trees right in front of me. It immediately slashed at my chest and left arm tearing them open causing blood to start pouring through. I let out a scream of agony and fell to the ground. With my good right arm, I reached for a gadget on my belt and pressed it. It instantly began spraying a strong wonderful smell of flowers into the air. If there’s one thing the lizardman cannot tolerate it is sweet solid smells. It roared in anger and then sprinted in the other direction. I lay there blood seeping from my wounds wondering if I was about to die. I’m not old, only 26, but for my line of work, I’m ancient; about half the guys die on their first or second mission. If you survive the first two you will probably last much longer, but even then people die within two years meanwhile I’ve been here for 5 years. I lay there with my eyes slowly growing heavier and heavier and then they closed and I was consumed by the darkness. I woke up in a bright white room. The light was so blinding I kept blinking but still could hardly see anything. I noticed a woman standing in the room who was like the room wearing all white. “Am I dead?” I sputtered out in my half-dazed confusion. The woman let out a slight chuckle: “No you’re not dead. You’re in the medical wing of our Puerto Rican location.” She explained. As she was talking everything seemed to clear around me. It was a small hospital room and the woman was short in a doctor's coat with dark hair tied in a bun. “Who’s we?” I asked. “USDAC,” She said, busy with something at her table. I knew USDAC they were the United States Department of Anomaly Containment. They were the ones the Lizardman had escaped from. “Where’s my organization? Why didn’t they send the team out to get me?” I asked angrily. “I’m not quite sure. They never even told us you went down. Our investigation team was looking around the jungle when they found you.” She said with a genuinely confused look on her face. I scanned the room again and saw on a chair next to my bed all my gear laid out nicely. I reached for my walkie, grabbed it, and pulled it off of my belt. “This is Trigger to dispatch, do you copy?” I asked through the device. “We copy, you aren’t dead?” The receiver asked, obviously very confused. “Not yet. Why didn’t you send the team out to get me?” I asked more confused than angry at this point. “They said you were gone. They said the lizardman had got you.” He said. “Well, he hasn’t got me yet,” I said defiantly then hung up. “Mam, I’m going to go finish what I started, but I am going to need a few things.” I suppose a few things were a bit of an understatement. I had them get the best tracker they could find out here, which they quickly got to do. I got a whole new set of equipment more specialized for the task at hand I filed a hasty but fierce resignation letter to my organization siting leaving me for dead as the primary cause. They never even got back to me and needless to say, I was pissed. I knew the moment USDAC found out I was no longer part of the organization they’d send me away, so I decided I’d better be quick with this operation. I pulled the small Uhaul full of supplies down the dirt road. Next to me sat Santiago, an older Native American man with a long black salt and pepper braided ponytail. He’d worked with both my organization and USDAC for a number of years and had much experience in tracking beasties like this one. “So, where exactly are we going?” I asked looking at him. “Well we’re going to the most recent attack and I’m hoping to get there by noon so if you could step on it that would be lovely.” He said sounding rather harsh. I nodded and pushed slightly more on the accelerator. I would’ve started flying down this road but this truck was not built for dirt roads so I had to do my best. As I drove Santiago busied himself with a map. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he put small red x’s on certain spots. I assumed those were the previous attacks. Occasionally he would look up from his work to make sure I was still going in the right direction and finally, after he directed me to turn onto a smaller more unkept dirt road we arrived at the farm. It was eerily similar to the other. The house was destroyed and the field was full of massacred goats. Although the main difference was this one was swarming with USDAC investigation teams. Four big black vans were parked in front of the home, almost blocking my view. I stopped the truck and me and Santiago both stepped out. We walked over to the house and one of the investigators met us at the door. He was tall with a weathered face and a strong chin that made him look like an actor. He had nicely done silver hair, stubble, and hazel eyes. A slight grin appeared on his face when he saw us. “You two must be the hunters, I’m Detective Slade.” He greeted, sticking his hand out for a shake. I took his hand first. “Hello Slade, I’m Agent Biel,” I said shaking his hand with Santiago quickly doing the same. After we finished with formalities Slade led us around the house and into the field behind it. It felt like deja vu looking at the field. It told almost the exact same story mine did. Dozens of torn-apart goats and a small now empty chicken coop. I looked at all of it in disgust. The animals had no time to defend themselves they were just destroyed. Santiago began scanning the mess on the ground looking for tracks to follow. Meanwhile, I stood talking with Slade. “This is the eighth attack in four days, it looks like it’s making two attacks every night.” Slade explained, “So far it has killed 37 people, 650 goats, 242 cows, and has eaten almost 300 chickens.” “Have you noticed a pattern?” I asked. “Besides attacking at night not really. It usually attacks the fields first, but even that isn’t always the case.” “I found something.” Santiago interrupted. He stood by the edge of the field that met the jungle. I saw the large tracks of the beast leading into the jungle. **Me and Santiago lugged the heavy equipment through the jungle we were tired and hot, but we continued knowing that the lizardman was likely close by. The sun had begun to sink low in the sky as we marched on. I was surprised at the path of the lizardman it had literally walked a straight line for miles upon miles. Only ever turning for a large tree or a hill. We were hoping we would get to the things nest before it went on its next night excursion but we weren’t extremely hopeful. I could only hope that the wretched thing was still wherever it rests.** **Suddenly their hike was interrupted by a loud call. I looked above to see a large tropical bird eyeing me from a branch. It was brightly colored vaguely reminding me of a parrot. Oddly I gave the bird a nod and then caught up to Santiago who’d ignored the bird and kept walking.** **Eventually, the sun set and we both had to turn our lights on. My body was beginning to grow heavy and I could tell it was the same for Santiago, but right as we seemed to the point of giving up we arrived at the edge of a lake. It was small and had short sandy beaches separating it from the jungle. Perfectly outlined in the sand were the feet of the lizardman. It had clear as day walked straight into the lake. We both looked at each other. He was clearly as unsure about the situation as I was. We stood there contemplating when I noticed something.** **The lake had a few logs floating in it but one didn’t look like the other. It was far too symmetrical. I scanned my light over it and realized the texture I’d thought of as bark was actually scaled. Then suddenly my light scanned over to the head and its bright red eyes opened wide. It let out a roar and started swimming toward us. I dropped my bag and hurriedly put my remaining gear on. Santiago dropped his and took aim with his rifle.** **BANG! The shot echoed through the quiet air and I saw it clearly hit the thing right in the center of the forehead. The bullet tinked off like it had hit thick steel. The Lizardman swam closer and as the water got shallower it transitioned from swimming to sprinting. The second it took a step on shore I struck. I slammed one of my gauntlet-bearing fists into the thing's face. There was a loud audible crack as it fell over. It quickly stood back up and slashed at my thick steel armor. It did nothing but scrape off some paint and I pulled my fist back and punched it again. It stumbled again and before it could recover I punched it again and again.** **Immediately after the punch it lunged forward its jaws latching on to either side of my helmet. I heard the sounds of it and felt the metal beginning to bend in on itself. I kicked the thing where I knew it would hurt. It unlatched from my face and I uppercut it right in the lower jaw. It fell into the water letting out a whimper-type noise as it did.** **I stood over the beast having misjudged it as defeated. In a second wind, it grabbed me by the leg and threw me into a tree. I heard my suit crack and crunch having been badly damaged. The lizardman started over at me threateningly and in a quick burst of speed it charged over to me.** **BANG! BANG! BANG! His first shot struck the side of its head getting its attention, and as it turned the second bullet struck it directly in its left eye. The third and final bullet struck its nose harmlessly. It roar in pain and charged towards Santiago, but I jumped up and grabbed it by the tail. I held it still for a moment before it did something that caught me off, guard. It turned around and bit off its own tail. It then continued charging toward Santiago. His bullets struck it again and again but its hide was far too strong. Quickly I dropped the tail and pulled out a canister pulling the pin and throwing it. A wonderful smell erupted from it as it soared through the air and landed right in front of Santiago.** **The Lizardman backed away from him dizzy from the overpowering smell. I pulled myself off the ground and charged towards it. I jumped on top of the thing pinning it to the ground.** **“Meds!” I yelled to him as the Lizardman was already struggling.** **Santiago reached into its mouth that I held open and shoved the tranquilizer down its throat. After another minute of shaking and struggling it finally blacked out. I pulled out my walkie and called in dispatch.** **“The lizard is down,” I said simply.** **Within minutes they had a dozen helicopters out there and had the creature properly restrained.** **I walked over to the man who appeared to be in charge. He was average height with blonde hair combed to the side, aviator glasses, and a nice gray suit. “I’d recommend you step up the security on that thing,” I suggested.** **He turned around and looked at me for a moment, almost studying me.**
“We will be.” He said finally. “I am personally seeing that it is brought to our most secure location.” “Good, good, I don’t want to ever deal with that thing again.” I chuckled. He looked closer at me after I said that and it seemed to click in his head who I was. “Agent Biel, I’m very happy to see you. I got word of your resignation at UARF.” He said sounding oddly sad. I prepared for the worst as I was technically not supposed to be here. “Yeah, I wasn’t exactly happy with being left for dead,” I grumbled. “Well sir I promise if you take my offer you won’t be left for dead,” He said smiling now. I paused for a moment unsure what he meant. Then it seemed to click he was hiring me and I took his hand and shook it vigorously. “I do accept your offer, sir,” I yelled excitedly. “You can call me Dr.Barclay,” He said politely shaking my hand back. So that is how I was hired here at USDAC and I’ve already discovered that they do things quite differently here but that is a story for another day. Biel out. submitted by
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2023.06.06 00:26 Mean-Classic-7739 I hunt monsters pt.2
I hunted monsters for an international anomaly research center
Part 2
I decided instead of telling you about the next monster I’d planned I will tell you all what I did last week. I’d heard about this anomaly before, but that was because it was contained. Not by our organization but by one we work closely with. They’d been keeping it well in their Puerto Rico containment facility, but it managed to escape during a power outage. They’d insisted on trying to capture it themselves for a couple of days before they finally let me come in. Normally I’d be mad that they couldn’t catch it, but the Scape Ore Swamp Lizard Man is no walk in the park.
Standing 10 feet long, 8 feet tall, and pure muscle this thing is practically a walking tank. It has an almost inch-thick hide of small black snake-like scales. It stands on two legs but can switch to four when needed. It has a large head with a long muzzle full of sharp venomous teeth. Its face is always contorted into a scowl adding to its frightful appearance. Its back is covered in large spiked scutes which start at the head to the tip of the tail. On its two large four-fingered hands are two-inch-long nasty claws.
They deployed me the same way as always, and I landed with a light thud on the jungle floor after I was unlatched from the parachute and harness. I looked out at the darkening jungle around me. My search would be far from easy. I knew that, as I needed more information about where it was. However, after getting my sniper railgun ready I began my pursuit.
My pursuit was aimless and tiring. I had no direction, and the heat was slowly burning me alive. The jungle was full of loud squawking birds. At one point I looked up and saw in the evening light a small group of bats flying overhead.
I walked slowly and steadily scanning the quickly darkening ground for something, but as I suspected there was nothing in sight. No sigh from the lizardman. I walked on and on until finally, I found something. They were large three-toed tracks that almost looked like ones a T-rex would’ve made. My heart leaped in joy and excitement and I began following the footprints. They were easy to follow as the heavy feet had sunk deep into the wet muddy ground of the jungle. They followed no path and almost walked the way I had been walking aimlessly. Until like me, it seemed to have found something to follow.
Its path led in an almost perfect straight line, having trampled almost anything that wasn’t a tree out of its way. I noticed as I followed its tracks large claw marks in the trees. There were three and they were long and deep.
I followed for a good long while still tired but my determination had increased 10 fold now that there was a path to follow. As I walked along I began to hear something off in the distance. It was so faint it was hard to discern. At first, I thought it might be some sort of birdcall, but then it clicked in my head. It screamed. I started running as fast as I could through the jungle tripping at one point but pulling myself back up.
Eventually, I found myself running into a field. What I saw in that field I’ll never forget. I don’t know what it is, but I’ve never been bothered by dead humans before. In my youth when I’d go to funerals seeing the body never disturbed me. I’d be sure but the body itself never made me uncomfortable. And after I got this job I got completely desensitized, but something about dead animals. I could never handle seeing a dead animal. I don’t know exactly why. I guess it’s because it brought me back to my childhood.
My dad was born in Mexico in 1979, but he and his family moved to Puerto Rico 3 years later. My dad lived in Puerto Rico during the horrifying but short reign of the Chupacabra. When I was little he would tell me stories about it. Fields of livestock just on the ground dead wholly drained of blood. Those stories actually started me down the route of where I am today, but I don’t think I ever really comprehended what that looked like until I saw the massacre in the field I was now in.
It almost seemed as though a sheet of blood and muscle and meat had fallen over the field. It was absolutely everywhere and dispersed throughout this massacre I could see small bits of bones. Vertebrae there, or a rib over there. It almost looked like they’d all exploded from the inside at the same time, but I know that is not what happened. I saw the footprints in the ground, I saw the claw marks in the bones. I knew the only thing that could’ve done this was the horrible beast I was hunting.
I walked around through the massacre for a while in a sort of shock. Then I finally snapped out of it and looked around again. I saw a house separated only by a now broken wood fence to the field. I instantly knew where the screams had come from and what had likely happened. I ran toward the house and a story began to unfold as I got closer. The father or man of the house must’ve come outside to defend his family because I found his body ripped apart just outside the front door.
I stepped over the body and walked into the tiny house. It was absolutely destroyed. The walls were torn apart, furniture was left shattered on the ground, and there was lots of blood. I looked over and saw a partial body on the living room floor. I grimaced when I realized the poor thing had once been a big dog. Now it was nothing but torn meat and bones. One step at a time I made my way to the back of the house down a cramped hallway. In the bedrooms were the destroyed bodies of a woman and three children. The only peace I had was that these people died quickly. I noticed at the end of the hall was a shattered glass backdoor. I stepped through it, almost slipping on the shards of glass still on the floor, and walked into the backyard. It was a tiny cleared area surrounded by trees. The ground was littered with small dog toys and in the corner was a chicken coop. The roof of it had been ripped off and shattered. I peeked in through the hole and saw lots of blood-covered eggs. It looked like, unlike the other animals, the lizardman had actually stopped eating all the chickens. Maybe all of that butchering worked up an appetite. I thought.
After calling in for the investigation crew I continued on my trail. The sun had completely set and navigated the dense jungle even with my bright headlight showing the way. Not long into it rain began pouring which completely covered the tracks. In frustration, I turned around and made my way back to the farm.
Suddenly I heard something from the treetops. It sounded almost like a faint growl and before I could do anything else the large figure of the Lizardman jumped from the trees right in front of me. It immediately slashed at my chest and left arm tearing them open causing blood to start pouring through. I let out a scream of agony and fell to the ground.
With my good right arm, I reached for a gadget on my belt and pressed it. It instantly began spraying a strong wonderful smell of flowers into the air. If there’s one thing the lizardman cannot tolerate it is sweet solid smells. It roared in anger and then sprinted in the other direction. I lay there blood seeping from my wounds wondering if I was about to die. I’m not old, only 26, but for my line of work, I’m ancient; about half the guys die on their first or second mission. If you survive the first two you will probably last much longer, but even then people die within two years meanwhile I’ve been here for 5 years.
I lay there with my eyes slowly growing heavier and heavier and then they closed and I was consumed by the darkness.
I woke up in a bright white room. The light was so blinding I kept blinking but still could hardly see anything. I noticed a woman standing in the room who was like the room wearing all white.
“Am I dead?” I sputtered out in my half-dazed confusion.
The woman let out a slight chuckle: “No you’re not dead. You’re in the medical wing of our Puerto Rican location.” She explained.
As she was talking everything seemed to clear around me. It was a small hospital room and the woman was short in a doctor's coat with dark hair tied in a bun.
“Who’s we?” I asked.
“USDAC,” She said, busy with something at her table.
I knew USDAC they were the United States Department of Anomaly Containment. They were the ones the Lizardman had escaped from.
“Where’s my organization? Why didn’t they send the team out to get me?” I asked angrily.
“I’m not quite sure. They never even told us you went down. Our investigation team was looking around the jungle when they found you.” She said with a genuinely confused look on her face.
I scanned the room again and saw on a chair next to my bed all my gear laid out nicely. I reached for my walkie, grabbed it, and pulled it off of my belt.
“This is Trigger to dispatch, do you copy?” I asked through the device.
“We copy, you aren’t dead?” The receiver asked, obviously very confused.
“Not yet. Why didn’t you send the team out to get me?” I asked more confused than angry at this point.
“They said you were gone. They said the lizardman had got you.” He said.
“Well, he hasn’t got me yet,” I said defiantly then hung up.
“Mam, I’m going to go finish what I started, but I am going to need a few things.”
I suppose a few things were a bit of an understatement. I had them get the best tracker they could find out here, which they quickly got to do. I got a whole new set of equipment more specialized for the task at hand I filed a hasty but fierce resignation letter to my organization siting leaving me for dead as the primary cause. They never even got back to me and needless to say, I was pissed. I knew the moment USDAC found out I was no longer part of the organization they’d send me away, so I decided I’d better be quick with this operation.
I pulled the small Uhaul full of supplies down the dirt road. Next to me sat Santiago, an older Native American man with a long black salt and pepper braided ponytail. He’d worked with both my organization and USDAC for a number of years and had much experience in tracking beasties like this one.
“So, where exactly are we going?” I asked looking at him.
“Well we’re going to the most recent attack and I’m hoping to get there by noon so if you could step on it that would be lovely.” He said sounding rather harsh.
I nodded and pushed slightly more on the accelerator. I would’ve started flying down this road but this truck was not built for dirt roads so I had to do my best.
As I drove Santiago busied himself with a map. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he put small red x’s on certain spots. I assumed those were the previous attacks. Occasionally he would look up from his work to make sure I was still going in the right direction and finally, after he directed me to turn onto a smaller more unkept dirt road we arrived at the farm.
It was eerily similar to the other. The house was destroyed and the field was full of massacred goats. Although the main difference was this one was swarming with USDAC investigation teams. Four big black vans were parked in front of the home, almost blocking my view. I stopped the truck and me and Santiago both stepped out. We walked over to the house and one of the investigators met us at the door.
He was tall with a weathered face and a strong chin that made him look like an actor. He had nicely done silver hair, stubble, and hazel eyes. A slight grin appeared on his face when he saw us.
“You two must be the hunters, I’m Detective Slade.” He greeted, sticking his hand out for a shake.
I took his hand first. “Hello Slade, I’m Agent Biel,” I said shaking his hand with Santiago quickly doing the same.
After we finished with formalities Slade led us around the house and into the field behind it. It felt like deja vu looking at the field. It told almost the exact same story mine did. Dozens of torn-apart goats and a small now empty chicken coop. I looked at all of it in disgust. The animals had no time to defend themselves they were just destroyed.
Santiago began scanning the mess on the ground looking for tracks to follow. Meanwhile, I stood talking with Slade.
“This is the eighth attack in four days, it looks like it’s making two attacks every night.” Slade explained, “So far it has killed 37 people, 650 goats, 242 cows, and has eaten almost 300 chickens.”
“Have you noticed a pattern?” I asked.
“Besides attacking at night not really. It usually attacks the fields first, but even that isn’t always the case.”
“I found something.” Santiago interrupted.
He stood by the edge of the field that met the jungle. I saw the large tracks of the beast leading into the jungle.
Me and Santiago lugged the heavy equipment through the jungle we were tired and hot, but we continued knowing that the lizardman was likely close by. The sun had begun to sink low in the sky as we marched on. I was surprised at the path of the lizardman it had literally walked a straight line for miles upon miles. Only ever turning for a large tree or a hill. We were hoping we would get to the things nest before it went on its next night excursion but we weren’t extremely hopeful. I could only hope that the wretched thing was still wherever it rests.
Suddenly their hike was interrupted by a loud call. I looked above to see a large tropical bird eyeing me from a branch. It was brightly colored vaguely reminding me of a parrot. Oddly I gave the bird a nod and then caught up to Santiago who’d ignored the bird and kept walking.
Eventually, the sun set and we both had to turn our lights on. My body was beginning to grow heavy and I could tell it was the same for Santiago, but right as we seemed to the point of giving up we arrived at the edge of a lake. It was small and had short sandy beaches separating it from the jungle. Perfectly outlined in the sand were the feet of the lizardman. It had clear as day walked straight into the lake. We both looked at each other. He was clearly as unsure about the situation as I was. We stood there contemplating when I noticed something.
The lake had a few logs floating in it but one didn’t look like the other. It was far too symmetrical. I scanned my light over it and realized the texture I’d thought of as bark was actually scaled. Then suddenly my light scanned over to the head and its bright red eyes opened wide. It let out a roar and started swimming toward us. I dropped my bag and hurriedly put my remaining gear on. Santiago dropped his and took aim with his rifle.
BANG! The shot echoed through the quiet air and I saw it clearly hit the thing right in the center of the forehead. The bullet tinked off like it had hit thick steel. The Lizardman swam closer and as the water got shallower it transitioned from swimming to sprinting. The second it took a step on shore I struck. I slammed one of my gauntlet-bearing fists into the thing's face. There was a loud audible crack as it fell over. It quickly stood back up and slashed at my thick steel armor. It did nothing but scrape off some paint and I pulled my fist back and punched it again. It stumbled again and before it could recover I punched it again and again.
Immediately after the punch it lunged forward its jaws latching on to either side of my helmet. I heard the sounds of it and felt the metal beginning to bend in on itself. I kicked the thing where I knew it would hurt. It unlatched from my face and I uppercut it right in the lower jaw. It fell into the water letting out a whimper-type noise as it did.
I stood over the beast having misjudged it as defeated. In a second wind, it grabbed me by the leg and threw me into a tree. I heard my suit crack and crunch having been badly damaged. The lizardman started over at me threateningly and in a quick burst of speed it charged over to me.
BANG! BANG! BANG! His first shot struck the side of its head getting its attention, and as it turned the second bullet struck it directly in its left eye. The third and final bullet struck its nose harmlessly. It roar in pain and charged towards Santiago, but I jumped up and grabbed it by the tail. I held it still for a moment before it did something that caught me off, guard. It turned around and bit off its own tail. It then continued charging toward Santiago. His bullets struck it again and again but its hide was far too strong. Quickly I dropped the tail and pulled out a canister pulling the pin and throwing it. A wonderful smell erupted from it as it soared through the air and landed right in front of Santiago.
The Lizardman backed away from him dizzy from the overpowering smell. I pulled myself off the ground and charged towards it. I jumped on top of the thing pinning it to the ground.
“Meds!” I yelled to him as the Lizardman was already struggling.
Santiago reached into its mouth that I held open and shoved the tranquilizer down its throat. After another minute of shaking and struggling it finally blacked out. I pulled out my walkie and called in dispatch.
“The lizard is down,” I said simply.
Within minutes they had a dozen helicopters out there and had the creature properly restrained.
I walked over to the man who appeared to be in charge. He was average height with blonde hair combed to the side, aviator glasses, and a nice gray suit. “I’d recommend you step up the security on that thing,” I suggested.
He turned around and looked at me for a moment, almost studying me.
“We will be.” He said finally. “I am personally seeing that it is brought to our most secure location.”
“Good, good, I don’t want to ever deal with that thing again.” I chuckled.
He looked closer at me after I said that and it seemed to click in his head who I was.
“Agent Biel, I’m very happy to see you. I got word of your resignation at UARF.” He said sounding oddly sad.
I prepared for the worst as I was technically not supposed to be here.
“Yeah, I wasn’t exactly happy with being left for dead,” I grumbled.
“Well sir I promise if you take my offer you won’t be left for dead,” He said smiling now.
I paused for a moment unsure what he meant. Then it seemed to click he was hiring me and I took his hand and shook it vigorously.
“I do accept your offer, sir,” I yelled excitedly.
“You can call me Dr.Barclay,” He said politely shaking my hand back.
So that is how I was hired here at USDAC and I’ve already discovered that they do things quite differently here but that is a story for another day. Biel out.
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2023.06.06 00:04 BusinessWes [FINAL POST][Online][5E][UTC-4] "The Stranger'' Cosmic Horror Campaign Seeking Players. High production value. Professionally Streamed & Recorded. (Post 4/4)
This is the last post for this campaign. I want to
thank the LFG community so immensely for how
supportive you've all been. D&D has become my passion to the point of (healthy) obsession. Hundreds of NPC's, thousands of elements, resources, gosh even fish that populate our next campaign region. And even in the last 3 posts I've made friends that will last forever. Genuinely, I'm so grateful.
So from the deepest, most genuine corner of my heart - THANK YOU. 🙏 Your enthusiasm, your spirit, your shared love for D&D – it's been a beacon of light in the darkest dungeons, a guide in the most confounding mazes. See you in "The Stranger"! 🎲💕
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This is Post (4/4), we're posting this four weeks in a row before making final picks. Preface This is a long post - crazy long even. That's because we care so much to find those just as impassioned as we are about this amazing hobby. We love high quality D&D campaigns, and we believe it takes effort and time to make it happen. If you take the effort to get through learning about us in this post, reading every word with care and interest, we will do the same with your application. Our commitments: - We will respond personally to each and every application, giving constructive feedback and/or move you to the next stage!
How to Apply - Application Link: https://www.avarra.world
- Promo Video: https://youtu.be/RbfQWegafX8
- Sample session: https://youtu.be/FDNHxkNXM5Y?t=13120 (We're doing something new for the next campaign, and while not quite full-effort, this is a closer example of what we're going for)
- Ask a question about the lore or world in the comments! And we'll respond in character (from one of our many current character). Thumbs us up or down this post, interact to help us be visible!
- The rest are provided after application has been submitted.
- Need to get in touch privately? My discord is Wes#8045.
World Preface In the enchanted realm of Avarra, where high magic weaves its intricate web through the fabric of existence, a burgeoning form of sorcery takes root. Secluded on the island city of Crowperch, the pursuit and mastery of void magic are richly rewarded, enticing arcanists from the farthest reaches of the world to unravel its mysteries. Yet, the enigmatic allure of Crowperch extends beyond the arcane; a diverse tapestry of industry, history, and craftsmanship entwines the island's very essence.
Beneath the surface, the island's riches reveal themselves: the mines and quarries, abundant with untapped potential, and the surrounding seas, offering bounties from the ocean's depths. Ancient archaeological sites whisper secrets of bygone eras, while artisans ply their remarkable skills on the bustling city streets. Tales of a long-forgotten, rumored treasure continue to captivate the imaginations of adventurers and sightseers alike.
But one must pay a steep price for this wealth of opportunity and intrigue. It is wise to avert one's gaze from the iron grip of autocratic rule and the unyielding scrutiny that looms over the island's denizens. For those who venture to Crowperch, a single obligation remains: seek your heart's desire, and then depart – for the island's enigmatic embrace is not meant to last forever.
Application Overview In this sacred fellowship, we stand steadfast in the face of the dreaded D&D group killers. Our commitment to this game is unwavering, for it is not just a hobby, but a way of life - an appointment that must be kept at all costs. For us, the work does not end with character creation or worldbuilding. Nay, we strive for a deep understanding of each character, for their hopes and dreams, their fears and flaws, so that we may weave a complex and enthralling campaign that will leave you breathless. We implore you, dear adventurer, to show up regularly and with a burning passion in your heart. Let your excitement be infectious, let your dedication be unwavering.
Overview - Game Day: Saturday
- Players: 6 (5 Regular, 0-1 Floating/Guest)
- DM(s): 2 (1 Regular, 0-1 Floating/Guest)
- Game Length: 3 Months mini-arc, then decide whether to continue. However accommodate for 1-2 years on your schedule.
- Start Date: First week of September (Yes, 5 months away)
Selection Criteria (In order of importance) - Qualification: TTRPG Experience, RP/Improv Ability
- Questionnaire answers
- Participation in One-Shots & Community so we can get to know you.
Investment This campaign is getting some big investment. All players will get custom commissions of their characters, animated. Additionally, we are commissioning all maps, tokens, flairs, and elements to make this truly something special.
Campaign Preface As twilight descended upon the restless sea, the ancient ship, Her Royal Rose, creaked under the weight of its cargo. Its passengers, a motley assortment of scholars, fisherman, guard and others with business on the island of Crowperch, sit tightly in cramped quarters. Even as the tempestuous winds moaned through crevasse and open windows, the opportunities and tasks that beckon them to the island keep them going, a siren's call that drowned out the ocean's roar.The skies above were an oppressive tapestry of writhing clouds, their tendrils suffocating the last vestiges of daylight as if to obscure the path to the island. A shroud of mist swallowed the horizon, leaving the ship to navigate through a nebulous labyrinth, its destination only guaranteed by Captain Alaric Thorne.
As Her Royal Rose inched closer to Sove, the air grew heavy with mist and sea salt which deposited itself gradually on the railings, sails and masts. Little Henry Williams, the ship's messenger runs throughout the halls pattering on each door, "The captain has an announcement, all to the deck. The captain has an announcement, all to the deck." The clacking of his wooden foot pattering one after another with each step, a disfigurement he earned while working aboard Her Royal Rose.
Captain Alaric Thorne stood on the deck, the salty wind tugging at his weathered features. His voice rang out, its timbre heavy with authority and unease, as he addressed the gathered passengers."Ladies and gentlemen, I must bring to your attention an unfortunate turn of events. It seems the Saturation has arrived earlier than anticipated this year. As many of you know, this phenomenon causes an unnaturally heavy accumulation of salt in the air, resulting in deposits that weigh down our vessel."He paused, letting the gravity of the situation settle upon his passengers before continuing, "This unexpected occurrence has forced us to halt our usual schedule, for the safety of both the ship and her passengers. Once Her Royal Rose arrives, she will remain anchored at Sove until the Saturation clears, as navigating these treacherous waters under such conditions would be inviting disaster."
A murmur of concern rippled through the crowd, many who were on this voyage planned their departure prior to The Saturation. The captain raised his hand to quell their rising unease. "I understand this may cause you some inconvenience, but I assure you, we will resume our journey as soon as it is safe to do so. In the meantime, you may continue your research, tasks and exploration on the island. Sove is well stocked and very hospitable to travelers especially those displaced during our seasonal shifts."
With that, Captain Thorne turned away, leaving the passengers to ponder the implications of his words as the first tendrils of salt-laden mist began to coil around the ship, heralding the arrival of the Saturation.
In the dimly lit corners of their minds, the passengers could sense a truth they dared not confront: Their voyage to Crowperch was going to be a lot longer than they had hoped. As the ship drew nearer to the island, the shadows beneath the spires of the fortress atop the mountain loomed over the ship, casting a shadow over what little moonlight illuminated the darkness.
Technology - D&D Beyond: We own ALL books on D&D Beyond, and all of them will be at your disposal for your campaign.
- Owlbear Rodeo 2.0: This new VTT is extremely promising, and has the customization ability for us to do VERY interesting unique things. We're switching here from Roll20.
- Discord: Voice chat & messenger for our campaigns. Video is required, however is not recorded. Offline RP included!
- Obsidian: How players track the world's expanding lore, and how we the DM's keep track of things. You don't have to use this, but it's a highly recommended tool for note taking.
- Recorded Sessions: Sessions will be recorded, edited and posted online. Proceeds from monetization will be used to level up our recording, roleplaying, technology and setup, get commissions, maps and such. Players will not be paid for participation, however this is possible for the future if we grow. Sessions are recorded using OBS.
Monetization So we are still small, so monetization isn’t at the top of our list. That said, our goal is to
- Play Excellent D&D
- Donate to charity
- Re-invest to make better content and
- Compensate players to allow them to play more D&D.
How specifically that all happens is still obscured by the mists of time. By participating in this campaign players release all intellectual property created for the campaign to Roll for Impact and related brands. Please note that this is meaningless while we're still small, but consider this hopeful thinking for our success. The next campaign is getting SO much effort, so we want to stay safe.
Campaign Rules - Backstory: Crafting a compelling backstory for your character is essential for a great adventure. By providing a reason for your character to be adventuring with others and offering plot hooks for the DM to work with. Rather than focusing on build concepts, take this opportunity to create a real, relatable character. Who knows what unexpected twists and turns your backstory might bring to the campaign? So, let's get to writing - your character's fate is in your hands!
- Stats: Ah, stats - the bread and butter of any adventurer's character sheet. But let's face it, nobody likes a Mary Sue or a Jim The Commoner. That's why we're going to be rolling 4d6 drop the lowest, but with a twist! Each player will only generate one stat, which will then be compiled into one array for everyone to use. That way, you still get the fun of rolling, but we won't have any lopsided parties where one person is carrying the whole team. Because let's be real, nobody wants to be stuck playing the equivalent of a wet noodle while someone else is shooting laser beams out of their eyes. So, roll those dice and let fate decide your fate!
- Starting Level: Starting our campaign at level 3 makes sense because many classes get their major features at level 3, avoiding the issue of players missing out on the fun stuff. This also prevents weird mid-game transformations that can come from certain builds and allows for multiclass combos right out of the gate. So, let's start the adventure with confidence and balance, knowing that we've got all the good stuff from the get-go!
Homebrew - Free Feat: We're giving you an extra feat at first level, but with a catch - it must tie into your backstory or character design in a compelling way. By doing this, we hope to reduce the cookie-cutter nature of low level characters and encourage backstory development. Rather than just taking a feat because you need it, we want you to create a unique and interesting character from the get-go. So, let's spice things up and see what kind of story you can bring to the table!
- Healing Potions: Get the max benefit as an action, or use a bonus action to get the rolled benefit.
- Flanking: Flanking now grants a +2 to hit instead of advantage, and you can't flank someone if you're being flanked yourself. But that's not all - if three or more combatants are flanking a single enemy, that enemy is officially Surrounded, and you get a +5 to melee weapon attacks. So, let's get out there and show those enemies what it means to be surrounded by a bunch of hyped-up adventurers! (But remember, enemies get the same benefit too.)
- Zero HP & Exhaustion: Everyone takes the homebrew feat Battle Fatigue. This homebrew rule makes repeated downs more punishing on players in a campaign. You may be downed (Con Modifier) times before receiving one point of exhaustion. Each time this ticker fills up, reset it and add one point of exhaustion.
- Starting Common Magic Item: At first level, all characters get a common magic item of their choice. Similar to feats, this must be related to your backstory.
- Dual Wielding: RAW, DW doesn't allow you to add the modifier to the attack, so we add the modifier to the roll like a normal roll. You still get a weaker weapon, but now at least you get to get more power from the attack.
- Resurrection: (Modified Critical Role Rules) Resurrection isn't easy, folks - you'll need to pass a DC of 10 just to be brought back. But that's just the beginning. The party can all contribute to aiding in your resurrection with multiple ability checks, and even sacrifices in the deceased's name. The Dungeon Master determines the DC for each check and makes a final resurrection roll to see if the ritual is successful. The DC for this final roll depends on how many times the character has been resurrected before and how successful the contributions were. So, bring your A-game (and maybe a goat or two) if you want to make it back from the great beyond. Each resurrection adds +5 to the DC, before party contributed modifiers.
- Death Saving Throws: These are rolled privately to the DM.
- Slow Natural Healing: Characters don't regain hit points at the end of a long rest. Instead, a character can spend Hit Dice to heal at the end of a long rest, just as with a short rest. A long rest allows the use of up to half of your total Hit Dice, +1 for sleeping somewhere comfortable, +1 for having a meal/ ration. Order: The character regains half their hit dice, then they can spend their hit dice to recover hit points.
- Silvery barbs: Silvery barbs is a second level spell.
Table Homebrew - Turn Time Limits: We're keeping things moving with turn time limits, folks. Pay attention on other player's turns and avoid flipping through your PHB or counting dice ad nauseam. Exceptions are made for new players or chaotic combat, but we want you to look up spells and rules off-turn whenever possible. Slow combat leads to mental check-outs and boredom, so let's keep things snappy. If your turn takes too long, someone else will jump in front of you. It's like musical chairs, but with spells and swords instead.
- New Homebrew: If you've got some hot new content you want to play with, I'm your guy. Just slide into my DMs and let me take a look. Now, I'm not saying I'm gonna approve everything - I mean, some of you are out here trying to create a race of sentient cheese wheels (looking at you, Matt) - but I'll do my best to give you clear, concise well informed ruling on it.
Scheduling - Session Length: ~7 Hours
- Scheduling Firm Up: Sessions are scheduled concretely, but we will firm up every 4 weeks on the next month's schedule for conflicts. Exceptions are always made for life events or serious circumstances. Life happens, and we understand that sometimes we or you may need to cancel. This is always fine, provided it is not regularly occurring. Our schedules are made every 4 weeks in advance. If your game days are always difficult to schedule, this may not be the campaign for you. In regards to scheduling, you must be able to open a clear line of communication between the DM throughout the week, in case of any emergency schedule changes or conflicts. If you are a hard person to get in touch with every week, again, this may not be the campaign or group for you.
Session Structure - Start: Everyone arrives to the table and calls in on Discord. Players should also take this time to open up all the required programs and have all their materials ready. We also suggest getting some snacks here too! Bonus points for a tasty beer as well!
- Recap & Warmup (30 min): After arriving and having all our materials prepared, we begin our first activity of the session: Player Recaps! We will do this every single week, and it should be a great tool for getting insight into each character’s head and getting us caught up. We may play warm up games, and roleplay challenges.
- Session (2.5 hours): Well, this is of course where the magic happens! We roll dice, we laugh, the DM laughs, the dice laugh, the dice are mimics, oh no…
- Break (30 min): These breaks do not include bio breaks or your need to use the restroom. If you ever need to run to the bathroom or refill your glass real quick, you’re good!
- Session Continued (2.5 hours): We’ll carry on through the second part of the session!
- Session Recap (30 min): We'll discuss what happened during the session, as well as what we plan to do next session, while we finalize session notes.
Playstyle - Roleplay: Get ready for some serious roleplaying, folks, because that's what we're all about. We're looking at a 70/30 split of roleplay to combat, maybe even heavier on the roleplay. It's all about immersing ourselves in the world of Avarra and telling a great story together. Sure, there may be some deviations depending on the scenarios and encounters, but we're here to communicate and engage with each other and the world on a deeper level. So, let's put on our acting hats and dive headfirst into the magical realm of Avarra.
- Hyper immersion: We're not just here to hack and slash our way through this world - we're here to really get into the nitty-gritty details. I'm talking about the flavors in each mug of ale or wine at the local tavern (because let's be real, nobody likes a bland drink), cooking around the campfire under a tree during a cool and rainy night, and even delving into the plot of that book you just picked up on your way out of town. And let's not forget about forming real relationships with your fellow characters. After all, who wants to adventure with a bunch of strangers? We're here to create meaningful connections and really bring this world to life. And to all you hack-and-slashers out there - sorry, but this might not be the group for you.
- Note Taking: The pen is mightier than the sword! And let me tell you, if you want to get the most out of Avarra, it's better to be a note taker. Especially in this next campaign! We're talking about a world that's drenched in complexity and nuance, from the setting to the story to the characters that inhabit it. And let's not forget about those intricate and subtle webs that outline the machinations of the antagonists. Oh yeah, we're going deep. But here's the deal - nothing is handed to you on a silver platter in this campaign. You're gonna have to work for it. That means constantly paying attention, working with each other, and using those note-taking skills to uncover all the hidden secrets this world has to offer. And who knows, maybe you'll even uncover some secrets about your fellow adventurers along the way. (Hey, it's possible, right?) So grab your pens, folks, because we've got a lot of worldbuilding to do.
- Teamwork: teamwork makes the dream work! We're not just a bunch of individual characters running around doing our own thing - we're building a story together that encompasses every player and character. This isn't just your story, and it's not just the DM's story. This is OUR story, and we're all playing a crucial role in it. That means you need to be a team player and work together to overcome the challenges ahead. Trust me, you're gonna need each other to survive this campaign. And hey, who knows - maybe you'll even make some lifelong friends along the way.
- Immersion: If you can be in character, you should be in character! Roleplaying is all about improv, saying yes, and going with the flow. And let's be real, the best roleplay experiences can't happen if people are constantly breaking character for no reason. I mean, that's just not good improv, folks. So, here's the deal - we expect our players to remain in character as often as possible at the table. This is theater, after all, and we need to act like we're on stage. So let's embrace our inner thespians, folks, and get ready to bring this story to life like never before.
- Rules and Terms & Conditions: Excluding homebrew, the overall rules of “gameplay” are pretty standard and in accordance with RAW.
- Milestone Leveling: You'll level up according to the story. This means that we can focus less on the grind and more on a steady progression as the story builds. And let's be real, who wants to spend all their time grinding anyway? (Not me, that's for sure. #worldbuilding).
- Table Etiquette: Be willing to listen to others and grow. I mean, let's be real - part of growing close to others and forming real relationships is learning that you can't just have carbon copies of yourself. And let's face it, none of us are perfect. So, here's the deal - emotions might flare up, idiosyncrasies might arise, and sometimes, there might be a little friction. But that's all part of being human, folks. And to be a truly good friend and player, you must always be willing to listen to your peers and adapt accordingly. I mean, that's just part of being an adult. And who knows - maybe you'll learn a thing or two about yourself along the way. (Or maybe you'll just learn that you're really bad at listening. Either way, it's a learning experience.) So let's embrace our humanity, folks, and get ready to form some real relationships at this table.
- Communication: Poor scheduling and bad communication are like the kryptonite of D&D campaigns. And we don't want any kryptonite around here, do we? (No, we do not.) So, if you're part of this group, that means you've gotta keep those communication lines open. If you're someone who likes to manipulate your availability or you're just plain untrustworthy when it comes to communication, well, let's just say that you'll be removed faster than a married paladin in a brothel. (Okay, maybe that's not the best analogy, but you get the idea.)
- Showtime: Alright folks, it's time to shine! When we all arrive at the table, it's like the lights come on and the show begins! I mean, we take a lot of pride and care with our performance here, and we treat it like real theater most of the time. (No, we don't have an intermission or a concession stand, but we're working on it.) It's okay if you're not the best voice actor or you don't have a Shakespearean-level monologue prepared. (Although if you do, please share. We're always looking for some high-quality entertainment.) What matters to us is that you tried and put in the effort. Because at the end of the day, that's what makes this campaign special - the effort and enthusiasm that we all bring to the table.
- Pay attention: When someone's consistently getting distracted it's easy to derail the immersion and fun, it's like throwing a wrench in the whole machine. And let me tell you, it's not a fun sound. That's why we have specific policies in place to make sure everyone's time and effort is being respected. And listen, we all get it - sometimes the outside world can be pretty darn distracting. (Have you seen TikTok lately? It's a black hole, I tell ya.) But here's the deal - we hold each other accountable for paying attention and staying focused, because we all want to have a good time and make the most of this campaign.
- Spotlight: Do you find yourself hogging the spotlight/air every session? Are you someone who constantly talks over others? Are you selfish about the story and really only care about where your character is going every episode? Are you hoarding all the gold and being a murder hobo? This group isn’t for you.
What We Expect & Ask of You - As the Dungeon Master, I want to make it clear that we're not just looking for players - we're looking for friends. Our aim is to build real, lasting friendships through this game. We've been playing together for a while and plan on playing for even longer. As we add more people to our community, we hope to grow together as a team!
- We don't want any satellite players here. We want active members who will contribute to the group beyond just showing up and playing.
- Honesty is crucial to us. We demand that everyone in our group has integrity not only for us, but for themselves as well. Whether it's scheduling conflicts, personal issues, or anything in between, we want friends who will be honest with each other. As the saying goes, "If you don't heal your wounds, you end up bleeding on others you might care for."
- Players are here to play, not watch. We want everyone at the table to engage with the world, the DM, and their fellow players. If you're taking up a seat at this table, you must actively participate in the story every session. You cannot sit back and listen to it.
- This campaign is meant to be challenging. It's supposed to be deep, confusing, and enthralling around every corner. There are no billboards telling you where to go next, no tutorials, and no easy modes. The intricate web being spun by the many powers of this story and world will take all of your combined minds to figure out. Our group wants a game that keeps us on our toes, so if you think you can just "fight" your way to victory, you'll be dead by morning light.
- Lastly, we love theory crafting. We want everyone to give their input and help us figure out the best moves for the group. Part of being an active player here is contributing to the campaign and helping us navigate this crazy world. So let's get ready to play and work together to make this an unforgettable campaign!
Timeline: - Stage 2 Interviews: 5/29/23-6/22/23
- Public Applications Close: 6/12/23
- Stage 3 Interviews: 6/23/23-7/1/23
- Final Picks: 7/15/23 (or as soon as possible)
- Campaign Start Date: 8/5/23 or 8/6/23
I realize this might seem like a very intensive process, however we're being very thorough. Because we have gotten so many excellent applicants, we are going to have no choice but to make some hard decisions.
Picks: - 1 Full-time Player
- 5-6 Guest Players; These will play notable NPC/PCs for dedicated sections or arcs. Arcs will be designed with YOU in mind. We might expand this list depending on how this goes with the first few people, and how many sessions it takes to close out an arc.
- (Maybe) some Alt/Guest DMs; These will voice one or more characters, recurring antagonists, etc.
Are you a dungeon master? Making campaigns like these is our passion. We love going HIGH production value, HIGH quality. If this is something that you love too and you want to dungeon master in our world, we would LOVE to talk to you. As you can tell from this post, there's not enough dungeon masters out there doing this (clearly way overboard) level of effort. submitted by
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2023.06.06 00:04 Equivalent-Pension68 Don't let other LARPers use real weapons
So I wish I could post this as both glory and horror story at the same time. This happened a LONG time ago (about 30 years). My gaming group had been playing for about 4 solid years at least every other Sat. (For a while, every Saturday). When I say every Saturday, the sessions started by noon, sometimes earlier, and would finish whenever. The target cutoff was midnight, but it always ran late. We were currently playing a game where the final BBEG fights could run for hours, so we finished a few times after the sun was coming up. For the last three years, I was the GM for the big campaign, and we had 6 other strong players. However, we would, every so often, break from the campaign to play a one-off or try something new.
So this story involves one of those one-offs. One day, our player with the largest penchant for the dramatic asks if he could run a one off. Always game, we said sure. What do we need to bring, and what system are we using? (At the time, we were mostly using AD&D, Champions, and our main game called TORG). He replied that we needed to just bring ourselves, and he would have everything else needed. Oh, and for us to not show up until 6 pm. Sure. Sounds good. At this point it is important to point out we played at a college apartment on campus.
Everyone arrived on time and we got ready to play, looking toward our GM expectantly. He then starts to roll out a, now standard, not so much then, storyline of an apocalyptic scenario, (I think it might have been aliens), and hands us our character sheets. It's us, and we are going to LARP this thing. Set on the campus. (Our campus is a large campus, 30,000 students, but it is a commuter campus, so mostly empty on a Saturday night). So we go about collecting supplies. I am a camper, so I get survival gear all set. My best friend had just returned from Russia with a bunch of trinkets the year before. One of the items was a full dagger, 10 inches long, and still very sharp. (I think you see where this might be going.)
Forward to the middle of campus, and an argument has broken out (in character) over what we need to do next. Well, one of the players is disagreeing with my point of view (which was to base up, stock up, and slowly try to gain info). I can't remember her side of the argument. So, fully in character, she dramatically flashes the dagger, not at all aggressively, just too close to me, and I am now standing with a piece of my pinky ripped open. We all look at it. I insist a butterfly and some superglue will fix this, but I was outvoted, and the session ended and off to the Docs I went. 4 stitches later, the one-off officially ended. I was up for next week's session GM.
Now that is all the Horror story part. The reason I want to mark this as a Glory story is that this group of people has spread from Florida to Alaska, and we still meet over the internet every other week for our gaming session (only 4 hours now). This incident is just one of many stories we can tell of our friendship. Oh, and I have been married to the slasher for 27 years now.
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2023.06.05 23:43 Borax_the_Mighty How Op do you think Zilean is in their current state?
Hello Chronokeepers!
I love stats and I'm curious to see what League of Legends mains think about the state of their champion in season 13 which is why I plan on polling every subreddit, compiling the data, and eventually making a grand tier list with all 163 champions. (And thanks to the amazing mods on this server I can include you guys as well!)
If you want to stay updated on my progress feel free to check out my google sheets on the matter:
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1yZ4YGWX7WlBU4ESo-C98j3_TKKdz1ynbFIGuClBwE-0/edit?usp=sharing I'll leave the polls up for 7 days before making any tier lists so feel free to vote for other champions you main if you want. I'll also be updating the tier list as time passes (at least once a day) so feel free to come back and check it!
Thank you for your participation and good luck on the rift ^^
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2023.06.05 23:37 Klilstrum RoA Raider build progress help pls. Hitting a bump in red maps.
Hello,
I'm following Fuzzy Duckzy's RoA Starter w/ progress into Tornado Shot using the
Written Guide and
video.
This is my current PoB here:
https://pobb.in/8V1WLmSzIM53 and as it stands I do about ~20k more damage overall than his PoB before transition to Crit, in PoB vs. PoB. Comprable HP.
I'm currently encountering two problems:
- I die a lot. Granted I'm now doing mostly T9+ Red maps and have had a streak of unfortunate map mods like Temporal Chains, or crazy damage multipliers on monsters. But that's not all of it. Even with spamming my defensive flasks I just can't survive.
- This is the very important one. My next upgrade according to the guide is about 5 Divines. That's with self-crafting. On the market it can go between 5-10 Div for a crit bow. I'm making nowhere near that kind of currency and so far have made small upgrades to the Elemental version of the build. Maybe at most spent ~200-250c since picking up the character.
So I'm feeling kind of stuck and I suck at crafting. My atlas is set for Delirium and plan to add Legion. Blocked all the slow stuff and kept the kill stuff (kept stuff like Ritual, etc., but won't spec into it).
Here is my current worth in the rough:
https://i.imgur.com/Vot4RMI.png It feels like such a huge leap cost-wise into the crit spec that I feel a bit hopeless. I may have almost 4 Div in trash, but who's gonna buy it? 162c liquid is what it is atm. I'm sure I'm missing something obvious so I please ask for your advice.
Thank you.
Edit: just to mention, it has crossed my mind to start a new build, but AFAIK that's generally a bad idea/waste of time and with my current funds it's going to be another league starter type. Apples to apples in the end, I figure.
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2023.06.05 23:35 Brizbizz22 Not getting any call backs or interviews. Usually I have applied to administrative assistant or receptionist positions, but I just really need a full time job. What can I improve on?
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