Quest diagnostics jobs

So I'm looking for a job and once hired my main goal is to build a PC for VR and Gaming. I mostly use VR Chat to improve my Social Anxiety and it helps allot. I have a question. Will these specs work wonders if I'm on a budget plan? I'm saving and buying my parts one at a time for each month. I hope that's a good idea. I miss playing VR Chat. Might consider buying a new Quest while I'm at it. Hope someone can tell me if these specs are good enough for VR Chat with out the lag. I want to be in a room with allot of people and make friends and improve my social skills etc. Hope this makes sense. I haven't been on VR Chat in over a year since my PC died. R.I.P. Plus I want to build my own world from Dreams I've had etc. And some cool stuff and my own Avatars. Etc. Here is the Specs I want to get.
i7 12700k CPU 32GB Ram 800wat PSU RTX 2070 for 4k and ray tracing. X2 2TB SSD for gaming and mods for now.
I want to max out my settings with lag free stuff. I hope my ram and the 12700k CPU will be fine. I heard you need 12gb for the GPU specs wise on the graphics card to run VR so you don't lag etc. Which makes sense. Because I also plan to get back into Zenith and hopefully Freeland VR if it's ever coming out. I don't keep track of these things. Hoping someone can help me out I can always upgrade later. My budget is around $500-$600.00 with the new GPUs I don't know how much the older RTXs are going for now. Like the 2070 series etc. That should give me all the stuff I need for now until I upgrade later right? It might be mid range but it's better than nothing. And can someone recdomend me some thermal paste and fans to keep VR cool etc? I like my fans quiet so I don't know what to get. Same with the PSU. I hear VR can be power hungry. Especially if set to Ultra. So just curious is all. Should a 2070 be enough especially if it's a 12gb GPU? I heard you need at least 8gb GPU or 12gb GPU for VR. Sorry guys I'm not great with specs still learning. Want to make the PC as quiet as possible especially with my budget. Thanks. :) Appreciate all the help. I hear VR Chat can be really demanding. If I need to get a i9 I would if I have to. Thanks! Hope everyone's doing fantastic. :) And great. ^.

Hey there, readers! Here's chapter five for your reading pleasure! Please consider leaving a comment or review as those really do just pick me right up!
I've Been Reincarnated as a Bunny Girl?! (Chapter 5)
by
ShadowDragon88
A fine drizzle was coming down on the town of Starlight Rose. A familiar wolf-kin beasta in red robes that appeared to be shimmering despite the cloudy gloom of the day was walking along the main road. In his right hand, he held a long polished oak staff, topped with a red glowing gemstone the size of his fist. In his left hand, held away from his body, was a tan leather satchel, the drawstring tied in a knot. It appeared full, and seemed to shudder and wriggle. Felixin smiled and nodded to passing villagers.
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"Hey there, Felixin," came the rumbling voice of Earl Shatterknuckle. The blonde dwarf, presently wearing just simple brown leather trousers, fell in step beside his taller friend. Felixin looked down at the dwarf, whose smaller frame was bulging with muscles, with blue and gold glowing tattoos tracing intricate spider-web-like symbols across his chest and arms, smiling back.
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"Good day to you, Earl," the wolf said. There was a spitting-chittering sound coming from the bag, making Felixin pause and frown before giving the satchel a good whack with his magical staff. "Quiet, you!" he hissed at it.
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"Caught yourself another evil spirit, eh?" Earl said with a smirk.
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"Oh yes, and this one was quite the nasty piece of work. I'm on my way back to my lab to properly dispose of it. I think it's from some destroyed remnant of Eld technology, one of the ones that gained sentience, or at least some spiritual semblance to it," Felixin said as he gave the bag another whack when it started to make some electronic beeping sounds.
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"Oh?" Earl asked, curious. "I remember more than once we had some nasty run-ins with Eld-tech back when we were adventurers."
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"I remember you and Melthi being the ones to turn the blasted machines on, both times when cautioned not to," Felixin said pointedly, making the dwarf chuckle.
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"What can I say? We're both curious by nature!"
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"Yes, that's one word for it," Felixin said with a smile, remembering his adventuring days and the party of friends he would regularly travel with. "Anyways. For some reason, about six years ago, they suddenly became much more prevalent. Thankfully, their numbers have been dropping back down over the years."
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"What makes you think this one is from Eld tech?"
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"It kept saying 'Does not compute!' over and over again, while also identifying some kind of rabbit threat." Felixin's mood seemed to shift and his ears laid back on his head, while his tail dipped, almost long enough to drag on the ground behind him. "And when it mentioned rabbits, it made me think of my little princess."
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Earl rolled his eyes as he reached up and clapped the town wizard on the back. "Ah, Kiana'll be back to visit before you know it."
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"I know... it's just, one minute she was this little delicate baby girl, and the next minute, she was this amazing young woman, all ready to up and go out."
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"Didn't Kiana kick down a couple of brick walls when she was a baby?" Earl asked, scratching his head. Felixin waved a dismissive paw at that.
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"Pure coincidences. Those walls were clearly unsound and improperly constructed, so much so that when she was having one of her tantrums just a little punch or kick was enough to send them tumbling down. We're lucky she wasn't hurt or scared, just confused and curious more than anything. Anyways, I just get so worried when I think of her, out there on the open road. Just so... vulnerable. Thankfully I made sure to instill in her a proper sense of caution." Earl snorted at that.
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Meanwhile...
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Kiana let out a roar of fury as her trusted tetsubo connected with the raised steel shield of the bandit before her. The metal dented and warped just as the bandit, shield and all, became airborne. They traveled in an arc straight towards a stone tower connected to an old run-down fort the bandits had holed up in. The screaming man smashed into the top of the tower, crumbling it, his screams instantly going silent.
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"Fire!" Kiana heard a deep voice shout. There were several blasts and, thanks to Kiana's speed, she watched as five cannonballs headed in her direction. To the ordinary person, the black metallic spheres were probably nearly impossible to follow. To Kiana, it looked as though they were moving incredibly slow. She simply stepped aside from four of them, letting them explode into the nearby hillside. As the fifth one hurtled her way, she crouched slightly, raising her tetsubo like a baseball bat. She swung and smacked the cannonball, her tetsubo making a loud DING, and sent it flying right back where it had come from. The two bandits manning the cannon were obliterated along with the weapon itself, as well as a good chunk of the fort wall.
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"She's some kind of demon!" one of the bandits cried. The man, really more of a boy, no older than Kiana, leapt down from the fort wall onto a carriage they had recently stolen from some traveling aristocrats. He then leapt onto the ground and sprinted out into the forest, stripping off the black cloak with the red eye in the center.
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"DAMMIT!" the bandit leader cursed, pulling off his tricorn hat and dabbing his bald sweaty head with a handkerchief. While the remaining men were busy barring the windows or reloading and firing the cannons, he was gnashing his teeth. After a moment's hesitation, he pointed to a nearby subordinate. "You! Follow me. We'll unleash the troll on her."
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The other bandit paled, audibly gulping. "Th-the troll? Are you sure th-that's wise?" Just as he finished asking that, another cannonball destroyed another cannon, making the entire structure shudder.
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"We don't have any other options. Hopefully, after it kills her, it'll be injured enough for us to finish it off... or the other way around if she kills it." The other bandit grimaced at the options laid before them, but nodded solemnly. Outside, Kiana smacked another cannonball back at the cannon that fired it, being careful not to send it flying towards the base of the tower. According to one of the kidnapped merchants that had managed to escape and make it all the way to town, the cells where the bandits were holding their ransom victims were all on the ground floor. Kiana stopped when she heard a loud guttural roar, followed by a rapid series of loud BOOMs. Bandits ran by the windows and open holes of the fort, while the front gate slowly opened.
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Out stumbled a massive creature. Its flesh was a dark brown, and had a texture not unlike tree bark. Its long arms and legs were thicker than the old oak trees in the forest near Starlight Rose. Its gnarled hands, with thick thorn-like protrusions sticking from the knuckles, balled into fists, fists that were as big as Kiana was tall. Its barrel-chest heaved, with white criss-crossing scars in its bark-flesh. It didn't have much in the way of a neck, and its head looked just like a tree stump, complete with root-like tendrils wriggling back and forth. It's mouth was partially concealed by the tendrils, until it reared back and opened its gaping maw, revealing rows of broken yellow teeth, to let out a bellow that shook the ground. From the top of its head grew two slightly spiraling branch-like horns.
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"These idiots somehow managed to get a forest troll?" Kiana asked out loud, a smirk appearing on her face. "And this was only a gold-ranked quest? Something tells me I'm in for a sweet bonus."
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The beast stopped as its knot-like eyes, of which there were at least seven, caught sight of the bunny girl. Up above from the second story windows and holes and from on the roof, the remaining bandits, many of them injured, looked down. Most were smirking, some of the more foolish ones shouted out taunts. The bandit leader stood there, looking grim-faced, but taking some satisfaction in knowing that despite their losses today, the annoying source of their problems was about to end, one way or another.
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Kiana stuck the end of her tetsubo into the dirt, large and surprisingly quick thudding steps shaking the ground. The beast was lumbering towards Kiana, who didn't look the least bit afraid. While not intelligent enough to be truly sentient, the troll did have enough sense to know that its prey should be running. And the fact that it was just calmly standing there, staring at it, only angered it further. With a final roar, the forest troll charged forward. It balled up a massive fist, and swung straight for Kiana. Kiana swung her own fist, the two colliding.
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There was a very loud, sickening crunch and pop. The bandits looked down in shock and horror as where the now screaming troll's fist and forearm had been, there was a bloody and jagged stump that ended just above the right elbow. The troll screeched and lunged at Kiana, hoping to impale her on its horns. But the bunny girl simply kicked, knocking the head clean off the rest of its body. The head bounced off a tree and rolled for a bit, settling in the dirt, a look of surprise on the stump-like face. The rest of the body tumbled over three times before coming to a rest near the make-shift stables, where the carriages and horses of the abducted nobles were kept. Kiana looked back up at the fort, making the majority of the bandits shrink back and shudder. A few of them began to wave white tablecloths hastily tied to sticks and tree branches.
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A short time later the bandits, now in shackles, were being marched to the mechanical cart as the local sheriff and his deputies led them. Except for the severely injured ones, who were shackled to stretchers and loaded up into a seperate mechanical carriage. Kiana looked on as bodies were checked for possible survivors, there being very few to find, as the merchants and a few nobles were led by deputies out from the fort. Kiana smiled at them and nodded to their looks of awe, some of them having gotten a good look at the show of force the petite bunny girl had demonstrated. Ignoring the ones who shrank back away from her in fright, Kiana spotted the sheriff, a large older man in his mid-fifties with salt and pepper close-cropped hair and a matching mustache. He was wearing the classic green cloak, directing his deputies. He turned to face her as she approached.
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"I think that's all cleared up," Kiana said, her voice chipper, belaying the fact she had a smattering of blood and gore staining her fur.
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"I'd have to agree with you, young lady," Sheriff Tonsol said, his voice even. In truth, he had tried to avoid enlisting the aid of any adventurers until pressure from various merchants and nobility forced his hand. And even then he had expected it to involve a large party and, more than likely, some lives lost from the hostages. He was a little surprised when the girl reached into her satchel to produce a clipboard with a form on it, as well as an ink pen.
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"In that case, would you mind signing this form indicating that I completed the job satisfactorily?" Tonsol looked at the form for a minute, and then his mouth curved upwards. He let out a chuckle and signed his name on the indicated line, writing in the date as well.
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"Satisfactorily is putting it lightly, miss," he said, handing the clipboard and pen back to the bunny girl. "I had no idea that they had a forest troll in their possession. I went ahead and bumped up the reward."
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"Oh wow, thank you, sir!" Kiana said, looking excited.
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Tonsol smiled, something his deputies claimed to be a rare sight to behold. "Well, you earned it. I'm just glad you were able to get them to surrender without harming any hostages. Well, without them harming any more than the ones they did last time someone came out here to free them."
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"I'm glad I could help!" Kiana said, bowing a little. "Now, I'm going to head back into town." She spread her arms wide and indicated to herself. "I'm really in need of a bath at this point."
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"If you don't mind waiting a minute, you can ride back to town with us. It's faster than walking."
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"Oh, thanks for the offer, but I'm good." Kiana waved, before jogging back to where she'd left her tetsubo and pack, Mirabelle coiled around it protectively. She grabbed the items up, quickly looking through the travel pack to make sure she still had everything, and nodded to herself, satisfied. She slipped the pack onto her back, then scooped her pet snake into her arms, and started to jog down the road in the direction of the town of Hengecliffe. Picking up speed, she rapidly became a blur, and in just a few seconds she was coming to a sliding stop in front of the town gates, startling a couple of bored-looking guards.
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She greeted them and let Mirabelle down before they let her inside. They stared at the snake with the big pink ribbon around its neck slithering obediently behind the bunny girl. She stopped off at the local guild hall to drop off the signed paperwork and collect her now even heftier reward. She noticed a few stares in her general direction, and some unhappy grumbling from some fellow adventurers, but otherwise no one said anything.
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Kiana then headed to the town inn where she still had a room for another night. Thankful again that this world had indoor plumbing, with hot water to boot, Kiana wasted no time in stripping off her gore-coated clothes, which she would wash in the laundry room down the hall, and enjoyed a nice steamy shower. She didn't have to worry about possible intruders, as Mirabelle sat coiled on the bed, ever vigilant.
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"Today was a good day," Kiana said, stepping out of the shower and drying herself off, a feat that took several minutes with a towel. This left her gray and white fur all fluffed-out, which led to her brushing it out. Kiana had grown accustomed to the care and maintenance of her fur, taking pride in keeping it clean. She then donned her underwear and a cream-colored sundress from her pack, carefully putting her dirty clothes in the laundry sack in her pack. She smiled and stroked Mirabelle's head, the snake letting out a contented purr-like hiss.
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"I'm going to go out and enjoy the rest of the afternoon in town. You stay here and guard the pack, okay?" she asked, slipping her mithril knuckles into her dress pockets, along with a small money pouch. Mirabelle hissed, thumping her tail on the bed in response, curling up tighter around Kiana's belongings.
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"Good girl," she praised, before heading out, locking the door behind herself for good measure. Kiana smiled as she stepped out onto the paved sidewalk, carriages passing by on the street. Hengecliffe was much larger than Starlight Rose, with paved streets and even streetlights. Centrally located in a region of plains, it served as a trading hub. Kiana walked along, noticing a few men and women looking her over. Some seemed to do so with distaste, more than likely not enjoying the sight of a beasta. But most seemed to be pleasant people observing a new face.
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"Well now, if my eyes are not deceiving me, it seems that an angel from the heavens has decided to grace us mere mortals with her presence." Kiana's ears twitched at the sound of the male voice. She paused and turned, looking down an alley, where a man leaning up against the side of a building stood, looking her over. He was wearing brown leather trousers, a white linen shirt, and a belt with a large buckle which, matching the large buckles on his boots, made him look a bit like a pirate. The goatee and the cutlass sheathed at his side were also not helping.
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"Hello, beautiful," he said, giving Kiana a wink. Kiana rolled her eyes, and moved to keep walking, only to find a squat bald man standing in her way, grinning sinisterly. Kiana checked behind herself and saw another man, a larger one with a completely shaved head, arms crossed with a club under one arm. "Now, how about we all go somewhere more... private," the pirate-looking moron asked, giving Kiana a smug wink.
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"Wow, you idiots have no idea just how badly you messed up," Kiana said, walking into the alley, the two guys following right behind her. The men chuckled. Passersby stopped when they heard three loud thuds coming from the alley, all of which made the nearby buildings shudder. They saw a bunny beasta girl walking out, brushing some dust off her sundress. She smiled and waved and continued on her way, leaving behind three broken figures. Two were lying in craters in the pavement of the alley, while the third, this one with a cutlass laying at his booted feet, was standing... his head laying all the way back in a hole in the brick wall right behind him.
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Later that evening...
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Kiana was sitting just outside the town walls on a hill, watching the stars come out. After sixteen years, it still mystified her to look up at the night sky, and not see any of the old constellations. She smiled as a shooting star streaked its way across the sky. Suddenly, Kiana felt a surge of energy just course through her. Her eyes faintly started to glow with the blue light, and she felt a strange pulsing in her chest. Looking around, she felt a strange magnetic pull coming from the south.
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Starting as a jog, Kiana soon found herself sprinting outright across the countryside. She ran, as a blur, following the pull, her eyes gradually glowing brighter and brighter, shining with the crackling blue energy. Then, she came to a stop. She stood at the foot of a mountain, itself part of a larger range. Looking up at the mass of rock and ice, she could see broiling clouds up over it, flashes of lightning briefly illuminating the rocky and snowy peaks. With one such flash, Kiana saw something move. Something big. Kiana's glowing eyes went wide.
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"Oh wooooooooow," she said, her jaw hanging open. There were rumbles as the giant coiled mass shifted. Several avalanches were caused by the serpentine body, buried under tons and tons of snow. At the very peak of the mountain, a gargantuan head rose.
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"Is that a giant... cobra?" Kiana asked under her breath. Indeed, that was what the creature that seemed to dwarf the Spire appeared to be. In the light of the lightning, she saw that its scales were a deep blue, almost purple. There were stripes running down its back, but they were glowing a bright bioluminescent blue. That same glow radiated from the creature's reptilian eyes, and the inside of its hood. The same glowing blue as Kiana's eyes.
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"What... are you?" Kiana asked, quietly.
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I can ask the same of you, little one, a deep female voice hissed in Kiana's head. She winced and looked around. She then looked back up at the creature, her veins flooded with adrenaline. There was another flash of lightning, and in that very instant, the creature's head was bent down low, right in front of her. Kiana almost jumped back, but stopped herself. As the snake-entity looked her over with an eye that was twice as tall as she was, Kiana felt a sense of calm overtake her.
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"Are you... a storm dragon? A real storm dragon?" Kiana asked, reaching out and touching the creature's cheek with her hand. It flicked out a blood red tongue, its mouth curling up a little at the corners.
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That is something that little ones like to call my kind, she said. Kiana figured right then and there that this was a female.
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"A monk said that... my spirit is like one of yours," Kiana said, breathlessly.
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Your soulsong feels similar to one of our kind, little one, she said, turning her head and gently nuzzling the top of Kiana's head, making her ears lay flat. The storm dragon's head was almost as large as the entirety of her hometown.
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"My... soulsong?" Kiana asked. The monk she had met hadn't said anything about them.
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The song of your innermost being. It stands out from the loud and noisy cacophony that happens when most little ones gather together in large groups. Yours is beautiful, and a little... fluttery. The dragon gave her a wink. She reared up and opened her mouth. Electricity danced between the dragon's fangs, before she shot out a sonic boom. The raging storm above abated, the clouds dispersing, leaving only a crystal clear night sky for miles and miles around. She then turned and looked down at Kiana. The bunny girl felt the storm dragon's gaze. She felt a radiating warmth coming from her. It reminded Kiana of her mother.
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It was so nice to meet you, little one. It was quite the pleasant surprise to awaken to. She let out a proud roar, and her body began to undulate. Sections of the mountain range began to crumble as large sections of mountain were crushed and smashed by the body slamming into them. The body of the dragon rose into the air, beginning to gracefully slither about. Levitating there, partially coiled, the sheer size of the storm dragon just boggled the bunny girl's mind.
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"Will I see you again?" Kiana asked, feeling a little sad. She had just met this beautiful and amazing being, and already they were leaving.
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Of course, little one, the mental voice in her mind chuckled warmly. I have listened to your beautiful soulsong, and I have shared my soulsong with you.
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"I... I don't understand what that means," Kiana said, confused.
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You will, little one, she said, you are still young, but my soulsong has resonated within you. When you stop and listen, it will become easier and easier to hear it. And thus, the bond has begun to form. In time, you shall understand. With a flick of the creature's tail, there was a flash of lightning that radiated from within the hood, and she was gone. Kiana stood there, her eyes readjusting to the dark.
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"This world is so awesome," she said, a smile on her face, as she began to job back towards town. She figured that if the town gates were closed and locked, she could just jump over the wall.
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Meanwhile...
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The lone figure stood in the dark, staring at where the great serpent had been levitating. They were sitting on a log in a small clearing, where they had set up camp. The individual in question was polishing their armor when a gray blur had shot right past them. And then, where it had been heading, the giant serpent, an actual storm dragon, arose. They sat there in stunned silence. They knew right then and there, that it had been a sign from the gods. As they unsheathed their katana, it began to thrum with magical energy, the blade becoming engulfed in bright purple flames.
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The light of the purple flames illuminated his green face, glinting off his polished tusks. "Soon, the war shall begin," said the orc, sheathing the blade and cutting off its purple light. The same purple light shone from his eyes.
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Name: Kiana
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Species: Beasta (Rabbit-Kin)
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Age: 16
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Skills: Sibling Wrangler, Babysitter, Puppy-Dog Eyes, Master Martial Arts, Brawling, Heavy Weapon Proficiency, Sarcasm Mastery, Eyerolling Mastery, Beast Taming Level 3
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Class: (Official) Master-Level Dragon Monk: Storm Dragon School, Storm Dragon Hatchling.
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Str: 141
Int: 12
Dex: 140
Cha: 12
Wis: 10
Con: 172
Languages: Common, Draconic
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Equipment: Adventurer's Pack, Steelwood Tetsubo, Mastercraft Mithril Knuckles (x2), Rope (25 Ft.), Canteen (Full), Road Rations, Spare Clothes, Bedroll, Health Potion (x2), Books (x3)
I really hope that you enjoyed the new chapter! Thank you for reading so far!
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I posted this years ago and hated it so I deleted it.. I have since revised it several times and now I think it's ready. I finally have time to continue writing so please let me know what you think, especially if you don't like it and what you didn't like about it

Boab'shek sighed as he opened his eyes, taking a moment to wake before he swam lazily out of his resting tunnel. Not particularly excited for another grueling [day] slogging through anomaly reports, he slowly closed his eyes and steeled himself as he had done every morning for the last [13 years]. He had 35 mouths to feed, and the bills weren’t going to pay themselves. After a quick breakfast at the grub farm, and feeling much better for it, he began swimming towards the work module.
The station, of which he was the sole occupant, hung motionless in empty space. Positioned near the top of the Galactic disc, it had a direct line of sight to each of the many observation outposts which it serviced. Tight-beam receivers dotted the "bottom" of the gangly-looking station, pointed in seemingly random directions forming a tangled mess of structural supports and antennae, though they were all precisely oriented to receive the incoming data streams.
Some of the more densely populated sectors of the Galaxy had entangled communicators at each of the observation outposts, providing near real-time updates of the goings-on to the Trade Coalition, but so many communicators were obscenely expensive to operate. Out here, near the rim of the Galaxy, there was simply not enough revenue from hyperspace tolls to support real-time obstacle charting. On the other hand, there were not enough hyperspace travelers to necessitate it either. Infrastructure was upgraded as needed, and tolls were adjusted to cover the cost.
And so it was Boab'shek's job to monitor the findings of the outposts as they were beamed to his station, albeit after a substantial light-speed delay, and report to the Coalition anything worth reporting through his station's entangled communicator. A soul-crushingly boring job, as far as he was concerned, but well-paid and not too physically demanding; which he appreciated. He swam his way through the long corridor into the work module, nesting comfortably into the saddle and engaging his dexterous prehensile whiskers with the computer controls. The two screens lit up simultaneously, one for either eye, and he began scrolling through the anomaly reports that had come in while he was asleep.
An odd glint was reported from outpost HX-253. The optical feed showed an empty patch of space flash once, nothing spectacular but unexpected nonetheless. He instructed the computer to calculate and overlay the position of other observation outposts over the video. Unsurprisingly, it showed a different outpost located right where the flashing originated from. A reflection from the waste-heat radiator panels, he surmised. He added a rule to the filter to ignore anomalies originating from outpost locations. No need to waste time on one of these anomalies in the future, should it occur again.
Outpost HT-628 reported a celestial collision. A rare occurrence in his sector, he excitedly pulled up the video feed and observed as a neutron star orbited a dark swallower closer and closer, spiraling inwards as its energy was sapped out of the system by ever-increasing gravitational disturbance. It circled faster and faster as it approached and finally was pulled apart, becoming a bright streak and then a ring around the swallower, shining brightly as it was accreted. The sinusoidal readout from the interferometer of the outpost showed the gravitational waves increase exponentially in intensity and then drop off as if nothing had happened. More and more of the star was pulled in and suddenly the system went dark again, as the last of the star was unceremoniously slurped up by the swallower. Beautiful, he thought. Such a privilege it was to observe the natural cycle of the universe. He lived for these moments.
He approved the automatic suggested update to the star charts and scrolled onto the next report. HU-808 reported an unknown disturbance. An unusual gravimetric reading as well as unidentified fast-moving object. Boab’shek stared at the report listing. An odd designation, he couldn’t recall if he had ever seen this class of anomaly in all his [years] working for the Coalition. He pulled up the video feed and gravity readings, flaring his fins in surprise at the length of the video report; the reflexive motion causing him to lurch backwards. The duration of the video was just over [1.7 years]. Why had the outpost taken so long to report such a disturbance?
He started at the beginning and watched as the time-compressed video showed a light appearing from nowhere, approximately [8.3 light-minutes] from a single ordinary, stable star. With his other eye he looked at the star map of the area. The light was hundreds of light years from the nearest hyperspace waypoint. Nobody would be crazy enough to travel that far from a waypoint, he thought, being forced to travel at a ridiculously unsafe speed while in cold-sleep, quite possibly exceeding the safe duration for hibernation even then.
It must be natural in origin, then, though he had never heard of such an object. Puzzled, he watched as the light gradually increased in intensity and started moving, traveling in a straight line towards a nearby trinary star system at an ever-increasing rate of speed. The light, becoming ever-brighter, shone a brilliant white as its velocity continued to increase. His jaws hung open in disbelief as a bright cone appeared to the sides and around the light, resembling a bow shock wave like the ones that trailed behind the high speed transports that sailed above the oceans on his home planet. He checked the spectrometer, unbelieving as the range displayed full-spectrum emission with increasing UV, X-ray, even gamma emissions!
The conical bow-shock became more and more acute in angle as the light shone brighter and gained momentum. It closed the distance between the star systems impossibly quickly, and when it had almost reached the nearest red dwarf in the trinary system almost all at once it slowed as the luminosity peaked and it appeared to explode. A beam of plasma erupted from the source of the light, apparently traveling near light speed, and expanded as it left the source where it had stopped, a short distance from the red dwarf. The gravimetric reading reported an error. He managed to peel his eye away from the video feed and defecated in shock as he observed the chart. It was flat and steady as it should be, up until it immediately spiked straight up and off the chart.
Glad for the filtration intake below his saddle, Boab'shek observed as the reading abruptly ended reporting calibration error, and possible damage to the interferometer. The outpost had apparently not thought much of the disturbance up until the gravimetric reading was observed, at which point it had flagged the anomaly for reporting. Never had he heard of anything like this. He contemplated for a moment on what this object could possibly be, until he had a sudden idea. Frantically mashing the controls with his whiskers, he instructed the computer to calculate the distance the light had traveled. The computer overlaid the measured distance on the video feed. Approximately [4.25 light years]. Whiskers shaking, he looked again at the length of the recording. [1.7 years]. Whatever in the deep depths this thing was, it had traveled through real space at over twice the speed of light. Impossible, he thought.
Surely another outpost would refute these readings. He instructed the computer to show the live feed from HU-807, an outpost which was more distant to the anomaly. It would receive readings from the same anomaly, but with a calculated [8 month] delay compared to HU-808. On screen, there was the light shining proudly, already traveling faster than lightspeed. Boab'shek, still in denial, examined the spectrograph readings from this outpost more closely. It was then that he noticed the emission lines in the light signature. It showed prominent signatures for hydrogen, helium, beryllium, and oxygen. Undeniably the signature of an unshielded fusion reactor.
Frantically, he began writing an incident report. Under the subject field, he selected UNIDENTIFIABLE TECHNOSIGNATURE. This was going straight to the top.
Excitement hung in the air aboard the UNES Hermes. After many years of preparation, the time for departure had finally arrived. In a matter of minutes, the colossal ship would engage its prototype ICEFIRE engine and leave its comfortable rectilinear halo orbit of the moon, where it had circled since the keel was laid so many years ago. The ship consisted of a massive cylindrical habitation drum, over a kilometer in diameter and five kilometers long, with an equally large spherical water tank forward tipped with the powerful thermal laser shield, and the behemoth of a drive cone bringing up the rear. The drum spun slowly, providing comfortable spin gravity to the civilian colonists, most of whom were sporting massive hangovers from the completion celebration the night before. Many of the passengers had been involved in the engineering, assembly, and calibration of various parts and components of the ship. Some had celebrated a job completed, others out of excitement, and some feared that it would be their last night. No expense had been spared in building or testing during the ships’ construction, and all assurances had been made that everything would go well, but nobody could deny that this ship was experimental.
The crew of the Hermes had long since gotten all of the festivious urges out of their systems, opting to celebrate the completion of the preparations before the colonists had arrived. Every system had been checked, double checked, and triple checked. Mission Commander Huxton stood in the center of the bridge and observed the buzzing commotion of the crew surrounding him, eyes fixed on their station monitors while calling out checkpoints into their headsets and to the surrounding operators.
One by one the operators fell silent as they completed their checklists and lifted their eyes to Commander Huxton, awaiting further orders. As the last operator reported "All systems go" into his headset, silence fell upon the bridge. Rehearsals had been performed. Speeches had been given. Goodbye messages had been sent. Diagnostics and checklists had been run through. Living wills written. It was finally time. Huxton stood silently for a moment, slowly scanning his eyes around the room. His face beamed with pride at the exceptional performance of his crew, tinged only by the apprehension for the coming danger.
Huxton broke the silence. "Comms! Open a channel to STC, mirror to the PA" he barked. A soft chime indicated that the microphones were listening. "Space Traffic Control, this is UNES Hermes. Requesting clearance for departure." His voice boomed throughout the ship, where every colonist and crew member was listening intently. Seconds later, his voice was heard by the crew of the STC, where silence reigned as every soul was glued to their monitors. A few moments later, their response was heard throughout the Hermes. A tinny voice crackled through the PA system, "UNES Hermes, this is Space Traffic Control. You are cleared for departure. Go bravely. Godspeed."
Huxton closed his eyes for a brief moment, savoring what could be his last breath. He opened his eyes. "Engineering, light it up!”

30F, 12 weeks pregnant but have been dealing with this quite a bit before becoming pregnant. No tobacco history and only indulge in alcohol occasionally. Late Novembeearly December of 2022 I had some intense tongue pain accompanied by something that resembled mild glossitis. I lost a significant portion of my taste at that time. While my whole tongue was affected, the right lateral area was significantly red and irritated. At some point I also noticed an indention - a sort of line- on that side. I assumed I had bitten it there. I never had it looked at, but almost everything returned to normal by the beginning of January. My taste is the exception. I don’t feel I’ve ever fully gotten that back.
Towards the end of January I had tongue pain again, this time exclusively on the right side. It also seemed a little weirdly shaped (please see photo). The pain resolved itself fairly quickly this time.
However, it came back in mid-March. This time it looked pretty gross- with lots of bumps and indentions. I dealt with this particular “break out” until late April. But it did resolve. Two weeks later it was back. I’m now nearing the end of that cycle, which is less pain, less ulcer looking things and indentions, with a strange line (see other picture) appearing on the top of my tongue.
It’s worth noting I did see an ENT in March, between outbreaks for unrelated issues (ear pain and pressure (left ear)). I also mentioned that my taste had significantly diminished. After a hearing test, examination of my ears, nose, and mouth, the ENT suggested I had some gnarly allergies and blocked eustachian tubes. He recommended Claritin and/or Flonase. I’ve been taking either almost daily and haven’t noticed a change in my taste.
While my biggest question is what the heck is going on, I’m also curious who I should even see. A dentist? I’m not sure my dentist has the ability to biopsy in-house. Should I try to re-book with the ENT? Or is there someone else? My other quandary is regarding insurance. While I’m mortified, I also recently switched jobs to a small nonprofit and lost pretty much everything but maternity care (I can elaborate if need be). My brain oscillates between HelpI’mDyingRightNow and the realization that I might be making a big deal out of nothing. How urgent is an appointment? Is it reasonable to expect for necessary diagnostics to be performed while pregnant?
A few other pertinent details: While my oral health is mostly good, I have wisdom teeth on the bottom of either side of my mouth that have cavities and really need to come out. The one on the right is the worst. I’ve also been admittedly awful at brushing my teeth since being pregnant (it’s a consistent morning sickness trigger). Finally, acid seems to trigger the pain, or at least aggravate it significantly if I’m already having a spell. While I’ve consumed stupid amounts of coffee for years, this also seems to exacerbate things.

So I'm currently 32 years old and just starting my undergraduate degree. It is somewhat accelerated with the way the school year is structured, so I can finish it in 3 years instead of 4 without too much of an additional burden. That would put me at age 35 when I graduate undergrad, and I don't want to take an additional gap year before attending law school, since I'll be at least 38 when I graduate law school.
That means I have from now until spring of 2025 to score decently, and I want to take that summer to craft my applications to matriculate in 2026, which REALLY means I want to take the last LSAT of 2024 so I have time for a retake with the first LSAT of 2025. So I have roughly a year and a half to study for my first attempt.
I work full-time M-F (though I do have the opportunity to shift bid for a 4 10s, so hopefully I'll have that at some point, but not counting on it.) Sundays will be my rest day/catchup day, Saturdays will be my full studying day, and every day during and after work I'll be doing school. (I have a call center job where I can study at my desk between calls.)
So my rough study outline would be:
Months 1-12: - Do a cold diagnostic before any studying - Use Khan Academy mostly, and other free/low cost training sources - Rotate every month focusing on a different section, starting with LG, and then my next weakest section - 1 PT a month
Months 13-15: - Purchase 7Sage/Powerscore books - 1 PT a week - Rotate every week with a different section focus
Months 16-18: - 2 PTs a Week - Rotate every day with a different
Week of Test (Will be taking this week off of work and school): - 1 PT A Day - Do warmups for each section daily
Any feedback/ideas to improve potential results?

Phillip Schofield’s awful crime? Being exactly what he told us he was
By Jeremy Clarkson (Sunday Times, June 4)
When Phillip Schofield (stop yawning at the back) went on television and announced that he had homosexual tendencies, some people raised an eyebrow about how his poor wife must feel. But everyone else was extremely supportive. Many even called him brave.
However, when it emerged that he’d actually done homosexuality, everyone went berserk. He maintains that his lover was over the age of consent when their relationship became physical, but that hasn’t silenced the howls of disgust. And I find that weird. We casually roll our eyes when we hear that Leonardo DiCaprio’s new girlfriend is three and we even nod appreciatively when we learn that the age gap between Al Pacino and his pregnant girlfriend is 54 years. Which means that when he was starring as an old man in Scent of a Woman, she wasn’t even an embryo.
But Phil and his toy boy? Noooo. That’s totally unacceptable. He must be hounded from his job and his “luxury penthouse flat”. All the charities he’s supported must turn their backs. His wine business must be wound up and, from now on, wewon’tbebuyinganycar.com.
Phil is no longer the genial host of some morning-time televisual cappuccino froth. According to the people’s court of social media, he’s like his brother, a nonce. Actually, he’s worse than that: he’s a queue-jumping nonce. And we don’t want to see his disgusting face ever again.
And that’s just the start of it. Everyone who’s ever walked past him in the street must be sacked as well. And those who paid his wages or sat next to him in the studio must be hauled into televised committees so that bramble bushes can be inserted into their bottoms. I’ve never seen a witch-hunt like it, and what baffles me most of all is that, as things stand, no crime has been committed. I don’t know him at all well and have no skin in the game, but it seems to me he is only guilty of being what he said he was: gay.
Unfortunately, because it seems I’m the only person who thinks this way, we are going to be subjected in the coming weeks and months to endless conversations about “duty of care” and how people on whatever that Schofield morning show was called were routinely ignored when they made impassioned cries for help.
There’s a sense at the moment that those embarking on a career in television are forced to live like Private Pyle in Full Metal Jacket. Their footlockers are examined daily and if there’s a doughnut in there, they are made to clean the latrine floors with their toothbrushes.
Meanwhile, ratings-obsessed bosses sit in their oak-panelled boardrooms, cackling with glee at the rumour that the host of Britain’s Heaviest Paving Stone — the latest Saturday night smash hit — has carnal knowledge of his dog.
It’s not like that at all, though, because for several years now, the entire television industry has been providing junior staff with safe spaces and urinals to suit their mood. Praise must be publicly and privately heaped on those who deserve it, and those who don’t, in equal measure. Nothing anyone does, ever, is a mistake or a nuisance. And if you want to work from home, or the gym, or a beach in Mallorca, that’s fine.
I actually don’t mind any of this. It was lively, for sure, back in the Seventies when an office echoed to the sound of constant abuse, and everyone was berated for everything, and juniors were routinely told to go to the warehouse and ask for a “long weight”. But I don’t think it was terribly productive. Now, because everyone’s happy and clappy and a vegetarian option is always available, more gets done.
But the bosses are still evil, right? Nope. People have been suggesting that Carolyn McCall, the ITV chief executive, was fully aware that Phillip Schofield and his young man-friend were making the two-headed beast, but I seriously doubt that. She’s got the share price to worry about, and the launch of the new ITVX service, and she’s also engaged in an apparent one-woman quest to rid the screen of all middle-aged men: Morgan, Kyle, etc. So there’s no way she has the time to work out who’s doing what to whom in the stationery cupboards.
Then you’ve got the director of television. He’s got to choose what shows to show and how he’s going to replace Ant and Lard, which means he’s so busy these days we rarely have the chance to enjoy one of our agreeable lunches. Funnily enough, the last time we met, we had a long chat about how the world was now so woke that people like us were bound to get cancelled sooner or later. Let’s hope that doesn’t turn out to be true.
Maybe, further down the food chain, there was a boss of whatever that morning show was called who was aware of the Phillippy rumours, but he was living in the modern age, working for a company that’s currently being run by a Guardian lifer. So if two men wished to engage in a bout of legal lovemaking, why should he get involved?
I am, however, dreading what’s coming in the wake of this whole storm in an eggcup. Someone’s going to use the expression “root and branch” and then someone else will mention “institutionalised bullying” and then all the wrong heads will roll for all the wrong reasons, and we will emerge on the other side into a world that’s still broken.
Let me put it to you this way. Last week, a man from a “eunuch-making” website appeared in court charged with freezing a man’s leg so it could be amputated. It then transpired that back in April, two other men admitted to removing the man’s penis and a nipple.
There are websites that not only encourage this kind of behaviour but practise it. And no one is calling for a public inquiry about that.
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And here's the Sun column: "Barack Obama met Michelle at work, so did Brad and Angelina — why are office romances now banned?"
Clarkson's columns are regularly collected as books. You can buy them from his boss or your local bookshop.

Say what you want about the game, maybe some weird scaling issues, or the awkward mob density in some story sections but the game undeniably has the most content out of the gate compared to most ARPGs. Once you finish the 6 acts, which in my opinion is a decent size campaign for Diablo, you can do:
Strongholds 35-50 side quests per zone Pinnacle dungeon Events and legion events World bosses Nightmare dungeons PVP More dungeons that open up after you beat strongholds
This is not even counting leveling all the classes, experimenting with builds and farming the higher tier loot. You can choose not to like the gameplay loop, sure, but no one can say the devs didnt do a good job giving players a lot to do once they finish the story. People that say "tHErEs nOthIng tO dO" are clueless and probably have not explored half the things the game has to offer.

Had a pre employment drug screening for an amazing job . Would of 100% pissed hot for thc , I stopped for a month and still was hot . Did my research and saw amazing reviews about sub solution . Had mine scheduled at a quest . I did not use the heating powder . I didn’t receive anything showing I passed but just got the full green light on my start date . (This company wouldn’t allow employees to work without having passed the pre employment drug test) I’ve never posted on reddit before , but I hope this helps someone the way it helped me .

How accurate Is the HIV RNA PCR test and 4th generation test from labcorp and quest diagnostics . I did 1 rna test at 9days and 14hours another rna test at day 15 a 4th generation test at day 16 another rna test at day 28 I also did another 4th generation test on day 28 at labcorp and another 4th generation test at days 37 at my provider a total of 6 tests in 37 days They all coming back negative. What are the chances of will be positive later on ?

So I’m already level 30 in the job I want to advance and I already completed the scions of the seventh Dawn quest, so am I missing something or?

Title. I don't know how much of a stretch this is, I do know that there are other people who have different interpretations of what it means, and this is the one I've been working on for the last few months. This came to me pretty much as soon as I heard the album for the first time (first FOB album, by the way!) and every time I listen through it, I find something new to add to the theory. To summarize in a few sentences, I believe the album is split in two, where the first half is from the perspective of a homewrecker, and the second is the husband. There's a lot more to it than that, though, so I'll go song by song.
DISLOYAL ORDER OF WATER BUFFALOES This is the introductory song for the homewrecker, who I'm gonna call Cooper for the sake of this. It doesn't progress the plotline, it just serves to introduce Cooper and show the audience who he is. Lines like "boycott love, detox just to retox" show that he's cynical about the concept of love, and "I'd promise you anything for another shot at life" shows that he's unhappy with how he's lived his life until now. These are both points that'll be expanded upon soon. TL;DR: Introduces the protagonist Cooper.
I DON'T CARE This song is where we're introduced to Cooper's love interest, who I'm gonna call Winona (again, for convenience). The song is coy and flirtatious, showing the first instances of the two interacting, and Cooper trying to win her over to his side. He wants to occupy space in her mind, so he can make a move on her. I think at this point, Cooper knows that she's already married, which is alluded to a lot. "The best of us" (Cooper) "can find happiness in misery" (Winona's marriage). "Take a chance, let your body get autonomous". "Say my name and his in the same breath". TL;DR: First encounter between Cooper and Winona, who is married to another man.
SHE'S MY WINONA If anything, She's My Winona is the date that leads to the two hooking up. My theory is that I Don't Care is the flirting stage and America's Suitehearts is when he's invited to her house, which puts She's My Winona somewhere in between. Some of the lines could definitely be interpreted as more flirtatious or even romantic: "We didn't come to compete, this is a demonstration" is probably another comparison between Cooper and Winona's current husband, and I think "Hell or glory, I don't want anything in between" is kind of the same idea that Headfirst Slide is reaching at, which is that Cooper is taking an extreme gamble that could go either very well or very poorly for him. TL;DR: The date between Cooper and Winona.
AMERICA'S SUITEHEARTS Cooper and Winona are officially suitehearts, e.g. sharing a room. This is probably them coming home after She's My Winona, and is heavily from Cooper's perspective. Lines like "I'm in love with my own sins" are pretty obvious in this context. Honestly, this song doesn't have a whole lot of lyrical content, and probably serves more as a single for Folie a Deux than a plot point for its story, but it does set up the events of Headfirst Slide very well. TL;DR: When Cooper goes home with Winona.
HEADFIRST SLIDE INTO COOPERSTOWN ON A BAD BET This is where everything happens, and one of the key songs that shaped this theory. This one is undebatably about a homewrecker and a lonely wife hooking up. It really isn't a subtext in this song; it was originally called "Does Your Husband Know". There are lots of story beats that are set up here that'll be addressed later, like the "I will never end up like him" reprise in What a Catch, Donnie. It's clearly the moment that Cooper and Winona become official. Something I want to note here, that ends up becoming a big focus of the second half, is that Cooper is currently the protagonist. He knows what he's doing is morally gray, proven by a few lines in America's Suitehearts, but the audience is meant to be rooting for him at this point in the story. We don't know Winona's husband, and since he's never been directly addressed, we don't care about him. Remember that for later! TL;DR: The moment that Cooper and Winona become official. Also note how so far, Cooper is the protagonist.
THE (SHIPPED) GOLD STANDARD Another clear cut song story-wise; the connection between Headfirst Slide and this song is pretty common knowledge. "I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs, but I'm afraid that someone else will hear me" is referring to Cooper needing to keep his love with Winona secret. This song is where Cooper and Winona decide to move out together, leaving Winona's husband behind, and making a new life somewhere. Getting new passports alludes to a new identity for both of them, making sure the people from this life would never contact them again. TL;DR: Cooper and Winona get new passports and find a new life.
(COFFEE'S FOR CLOSERS) Simply put, this is the happily ever after, and the conclusion to Cooper's plotline and the first half. It's a celebratory song, plain and simple. Cooper and Winona moved out together, got new lives in a new town, and live happily married. In fact, we don't see either of these characters for the rest of the story. While I tend to stay away from the titles for plot explanation, the name Coffee's for Closers is fitting for the closer of the storyline, where the protagonist just wins. There is essentially no nuance in the first half of Folie; it's a happy and determined quest for Winona, where everything goes right. The nuance starts with the next song. TL;DR: The end of Cooper's plotline, where he gets the girl and lives happily ever after.
WHAT A CATCH, DONNIE The perspective changes when What a Catch, Donnie starts. It's an introductory song, much like Disloyal Order, but instead of for Cooper, this time it's for Winona's husband, who I'm going to call Donnie. It's a sympathetic look at his life as a performer, not being able to see his wife as much as he'd want to, being self-conscious and struggling. He loves his wife, his job is weighing on him, and he's on his last legs. This is another song that really kickstarted my theory, because Pete Wentz said that the song is the closer in his eyes, but the album isn't from his perspective. For Donnie, it's just his day to day life. I want to put special emphasis on the Headfirst Slide reprise, because it's so bizarre that it has to be tied into this theory. It's sung in a different inflection, which I read as Donnie's fears about someone like Cooper existing. Cooper and Donnie don't meet, but Donnie loves his wife, and is terrified of the concept of him coming home one day and her not being there. I think the outro, with all of the references to prior Fall Out Boy songs, is alluding to his life and legacy as a performer. And here's where it all comes crashing down. TL;DR: Introduces Winona's husband, Donnie, as a busy and self-conscious performer who loves his wife dearly but rarely gets to see her.
27 "If home is where the heart is, then we're all just fucked". Donnie comes home to an empty and messy house. His wife is gone, away with someone he never met, and he never gets an explanation. I have a secondary theory that Pavlove was meant to go before 27, which I'll explain later, as they both essentially accomplish the same thing plot-wise. They both serve as the rude awakening to Donnie that something very wrong and very permanent has happened, and he starts freaking out. "Doing lines of dust and sweat off last night's stage" again references Donnie's career as a performer, and while not confirming the use of drugs, at least alludes to it. That'll also be important later. This song could be aptly described as the start of Donnie's downward spiral. TL;DR: Donnie finding out that Winona has run off with someone else, and trying to cope with the pain.
TIFFANY BLEWS I had to bend my theory a little bit to fit Tiffany Blews into it, and in my defense, I think Fall Out Boy did too. I see this as Donnie trying, to no avail, to find a new partner. In my interpretation, his first response is to go out to a bar, find someone to hook up with, and try to fill the void. It's much more confident than What a Catch or 27 are, which I attribute to Donnie being drunk. The lyrics are, again, flirtatious, but with less conviction than I Don't Care was, again showing the differences between the characters. The bridge is actually the part of the song that mostly closely ties itself into the plotline, with the lyrics about being held down in a starless city working in contrast to Cooper and Winona going to a new town and building a new life without him. TL;DR: Donnie trying and failing to find a new partner.
W.A.M.S. This song is split up into two parts, both with huge implications to the plotline. Obviously, there's the main song, which follows in Tiffany Blews' footsteps, but with even less conviction and coherence. The lyrics and general instrumentation are bizarre and isolating, which I think is because at this point, Donnie is excessively intoxicated and in a disturbed state of mind. It seems like he's starting to realize that he's not going to be able to fill the void just by hooking up with other girls, and that he's not going to find someone he loves as much as he loved Winona. This realization is what leads him into the second plot development in this song, which is the sung outro. This is the first blatant mention of medication, and comes at a time of extremely impared decision making for Donnie. I see this moment as the first time he takes medication, trying to dull his emotions. TL;DR: The moment where Donnie starts taking medication to cope with the loneliness.
20 DOLLAR NOSE BLEED In a word, the high. Everything in this song fits Donnie's current predicament as a broken man on his first trip, from "Have you ever wanted to disappear" to "Call me Mr. Benzedrine". This is another one of the songs that really formed the concept for this theory, because it seemed purposeful that the last three songs are the only three songs about taking medication. This serves as both a happy song for Folie, which has a very depressing second half, and a brief glimpse at happiness for Donnie in the story. However, as Pete Wentz's spoken outro indicates, it doesn't last. This is where Donnie overdoses. He keeps taking more benzedrine, falling further and further down, and this is the moment where he goes too far. TL;DR: The high, and the moment when Donnie overdoses.
WEST COAST SMOKER Cooper may have had a happy ending, but not Donnie. West Coast Smoker is a choatic and desperate telling of Donnie's final moments. "I'm a nervous wreck, the drugs just make me reset" pretty much explains everything. The religious imagery and church-esque choir in this song can be attributed to a vision of God, which is a common way to describe final moments. "Knock once for the father, twice for the son, three times for the holy ghost", the final line of the album, is an attempted communication into the afterlife, and shortly after, Donnie's life is over. It's left unclear whether the drugs killed him or he committed suicide, but either way, the story ends here. Tying back into what Pete said about What a Catch, Donnie, he said that was the closer for him, which means that West Coast Smoker had to be the closer for the character in the story. The chaos and hysteria of this song really only lends itself to one possible closer. TL;DR: The final moments of Donnie's life, before the benzedrine kills him.
BONUS: PAVLOVE There is one more song to talk about, though. I believe that this song was written with the concept of the album in mind. The most notable plothole in this theory, at least in my opinion, is the sudden turn from sympathetic, self-conscious working man to furious drug addict. Pavlove would have bridged this gap, representing the moment that Donnie comes home to an empty house, and showing a more sombre side of him before he turns to blind rage in 27. The story still functions without the song, but I thought it'd be worthwhile to note this if you had the same complaint.
And that's it! Obviously it's pretty heavy, the album is dark and this is the plot that I believe fits it best. I wouldn't say there really is a moral, but if there was one, it would be that the winner writes history. For the first half of the album, the viewer is at least complicit in what Cooper does, before seeing the horrific consequences. The second half gives meaning to the first half, so much so that without it, there would be no meaning to the first half at all. I think it's designed to make the listener think about themselves, maybe even to make them regret rooting for him and do some self-reflection. I believe there was probably a draft along the way that was more focused on the story, before eventually being toned down to be more commercial, but thankfully it still shines through. What do you think, though? Do you have a different theory? Do you have a theory that's similar to mine, but with a few notes that make it more coherent? I'd love to hear any of it :)

The journey to the level 50 was extremely satisfying. We were having blast with friends following the story, getting new skills was rewarding and every legendary drop felt good and exciting.
After finishing the story, it seems that there is so much to do...until you realize the only thing that matters for the progression is your character level and man, getting exp is slow.
At level 60 you probably have every legendary aspect you need and you've got your character in good spot. After that, you are just level gated. Today I head banged through the Torment Capstone Dungeon as a lvl 61 character thinking, that if I get my hands on those sweet ancestral level items this early on, I would get a good boost for my character. It was incredibly disappointing to realize, that those new items I felt I worked for, are just brought down to my level so there was no benefits getting through the harder content early on. I really do not see any excitement of having a few % increase in your character performance which is negated after you level up.
I still love the game but I think the "endgame" is just not for me. I'll probably continue on enjoying the side quests and maybe start new game with another class.
Sorry about joining the endgame rant crew but it is true. I'm sure seasons will make it better, but in it's current state, it is like working in a office and finishing a dull project and being rewarded with another similar one. You know a way to make your job easier, but you can't because company policy restricts it.
If you are still reading and about to start your first run in few hours, please take your time with the story and do not rush it through.

i've been playing this game since the first version, since when there was one map, very few customers, no quests, etc.
i am quite a fan of early access games, however this one has been extremely slow, along with many other indie games. now i don't have problems with waiting for a good game to be made, however this is just too slow.
the changes are minor in most updates, with just new dialogues and quests and icons and such. this is an incredibly easy game to add a lot to, for example introduce a new type of zone which slows potions and change the color a little, you got a new map.
g et someone off fiver to design a stereotypical medeival person, type a couple dialogues, set a couple values and you are done with a new character(i say this because they have shown in ingredient showcases that they work with custom interfaces(which is smart) to make their characters and not code them from scratch, making them extremely easy to add and edit.).
in a game like this, i would expect hundreds of characters, or few characters but detailed and impressive. i do not see either.
and the game performs abysmally. it is a single screen 2d game with nothing going on off screen at any given time, and yet it demands 8 gigs of ram and a i3 6k processor. this shows tat the game is horribly optimised. also adding otions and requests for them is as simple as adding one single icon (because we never see these actually used, so the only difference is color and price apart from icon)somewhere on the map, which is rarely done.
adding ingredients is also rare and they are prone to missing their goals and devlog predictions. and for those who are gonna say that game deving takes time, ark releases a whole new map every year, cod has new maps, and so many games are remastered from scratch in 2 years time most of the time. and as for indies, 7 days to die and project zomboid devs literally overhaul the game in one years for some updates, and 7 days is a voxel with passable graphics so it is extremely difficult to work with( modder testimony).
all in all, i think that most indie devs just get complacent when their game achieves some success- and for this one no one can say that the devs have to work a job outside of this, as it has grown quite large with a lot of large youtubers playing it. all in all, this game should be taken as the perfect case study for indie devs getting complacent. and these same ones complain about AAA monopolies and unfair competetion, whereas the ones that actually make good things fast don't need to worry about that.
tldr: game is easy to expand but devs are lazy and won't do it, imo. had too long ea, and the post 1.0 features make it seem like the game was incomplete in the first lace at launch.

A Scottish Podcast follows two Scottish dudes named Lee and Douglas. Lee used to be a radio DJ, but he recently lost job. In his quest to not starve, Lee has stumbled across, what he thinks, will be a surefire path to success: starting a paranormal investigation podcast. Lee soon drags Douglas along for the ride, and the two set out to make the best paranormal investigation horror podcast set in Scotland.
I wouldn't so much call A Scottish Podcast a horror podcast. I'd say that it's more of a comedy/slice-of-life podcast that happens to include horror elements. The podcast primarily focuses on Lee and Douglas' day-to-day lives, and the various mundane aspects of running a podcast. Still, there's plenty of laughs to be had, and shout-out to other podcasts.
A Scottish Podcast is very much a character-driven show. There are plot threads that are set up at the start of the season, but it really is the characters, and the focus on their lives, that carries the show. Lee has a freewheeling devil-may-care personality. He's the type to jump in first and hammer out the details as he goes along. That pretty much describes how he created The Terror Files. By contrast, Douglas is more sensible and cautious. Well, he did agree to Lee's crazy idea, but otherwise he's pretty sensible. He's also got a bit of a chip on his shoulder due to the time he shit in his pants on live television.
Lovecraft was clearly a pretty big influence on the creators. Several of the strange things Lee and Douglas investigate have strong Lovecraftian undertones to them. For example, in season two they investigate a professor from Miskatonic University who conducted experiments for the British government during World War II. Also, apparently Miskatonic University is real in the world of A Scottish Podcast; albeit as a mundane university that is a bit annoyed that Lovecraft featured them in his works. Season one also featured Lovecraftian horrors lurking beneath Edinburgh, but also an undead cannibal warrior from the 10th century. A Scottish Podcast even did it's own adaption of The Shadow Over Innsmouth. The set-up is that Douglas is traveling to England on holiday, and stays at the seaside town of Innsmouth. Ah, so that's how Lovecraft slipped that one under the radar. Everyone thought the reals Innsmouth was in New England, like the story, but it was actually in Old England all along. Thought, to be clear there is no Innsmouth on either side of the Atlantic in real life.
The voice cast in absolutely fantastic. Rob Cudmore and Matthew McLean play our two leads. Sarah Golding, a true gem of the audio drama community, plays Drunk Helen. Karim Kronfli plays Bruce the friendly and jovial, but still violent and murderous, local gangster.
In addition to the main show, A Scottish Podcast has had many fun special. They did a Burns Night Special, where the characters all read poetry, but it was all original works, rather than the poems of Robert Burns. They also did a special where the characters all read poems written by HP Lovecraft. This was framed as a poetry contest that Bruce was running to sponsor a butcher shop he owns.
Have you listened to A Scottish Podcast? If so, what did you think?
Link to the full review on my blog: https://drakoniandgriffalco.blogspot.com/2020/04/the-audio-file-scottish-podcast.html?m=1

I've been exploring my job options since around 2020, I've been on a personal quest to find the perfect company for myself, but it always feels the same - either we're all overworked or communication is so bad that you end up being overworked as a result of having to do re-work all the time. The low wages, depending on where in the country you live. I know, we can jump into statistics and finances of the whole country, but companies are simply lacking any form of empathy now and I fear it'll get much worse if it isn't kept in check. Why are big companies, even ones in the fortune 500, allowed to output such bad working conditions? Why is being stressed out, tired and working insane amounts of OT considered a pat in the back instead of "Hey, somethings wrong here, you shouldn't be working this much! Lets figure it out!" Lol

So... I made it at last, my first Ultra Ending. Raven Dark Elven Paladin, Starting C and finishing L+.
It was the first time I was trying an Ultra (well, after a few recent early fails due to carelessness). All in all, I didn't find it much harder than a Normal Ending : Having to stay C at the start of the game has some drawbacks, of course, like encountering hostile dwarves (I did the Rolf quest, too), but all in all, game difficulty is about the same. There are more quests to do and more things to plan, though, and I really enjoyed that (in a sense, it was like playing a new game).
The reason for Raven DE Paladin and L+ Ultra is that it's probably the easiest possible Ultra (or at the very least close to it) : Raven ensures that you get the Rune Covered Trident early, which in turn guarantees that you can start training Polearms and Thrown Spears early. DE Paladins have good survivability early on, and are beasts when it comes to melee *and* magic by the late game.
Starting attributes (unadjusted) were : St 15 / Le 4 / Wp 17 / De 14 / To 15 / Ch 1 / Ap 4 / Ma 17 / Pe 16
Le 4 allows to get the Potion of Litteracy, which was fed to the Demented Ratling. Pe 16 is enough to reach 20 after the bonuses are taken into account (+2 from job +Alert).
Early game was killing a Mugger, locating the stairs and getting the Blanket in the SMC (in the hopes of getting some loot, which didn't happen), getting the Pickpocket skill, then DD (went to DD8 to generate the Druid, but didn't fight him), Moldy Dungeon (to get the Tome of Donors), and finally the Caverns of Chaos.
I was extremely lucky to find a Surge of Power on D5, which turned out to be nothing less than the Bracers of War.
Then it was classical midgame stuff (herbs, Dwarftown, midgame locations). The Demented Ratling was fed : the Black Torc, the Potion of Litteracy, the Cornupia, the Ancient Mummy Wrapping (I had no use for it since I had the RCT and the Bracers of War), The Sword of Nonnak (same) and the Tome of Donors (I could have kept it, but I wanted to get crowned L+ asap). Gaab'Baay's quests went fast (I had found most of the needed stuff, and the second boar I encountered dropped a skull). Got crowned L+ at level 18, using the Borderland Settlement altar, and received Fire Immunity + Hammer of the Gods (which I never used). I already had Cold Immunity from the RCT, Acid Immunity from a lucky early Giant Slug, and Shock Immunity from blessing then eating numerous Lightning Lizards.
The Greater Vault in the FGJC was a one with 10 Great Red Wyrms. Needless to say, I didn't try to clear the center room at level 20.
Got a Ring of Djinni Summoning in the Rift, which I used to save Khelly. That's the only RoDS that I found during that playthrough.
While I was on my way to the CoC Great Vault, I found a tension room full of Balors. Since fighting 2 of them in a corridor wasn't particularly frightening, I could cast Slow Monster on myself and got quite a few levels.
Then, the guaranteed CoC Great Vault was one with Giants, which posed no threat by that stage. Got Far Slayer (the +18 +18 crossbow).
After that, I went back to the FGJC Great Vault, and blasted the Wyrms with Freezing Fury (the clerical version of Ice Ball) + Slow Monster cast on myself. Got quite a few levels there (something like from 42 to 49 iirc). The loot was underwhelming : Tome of Alsophocus, Staff of Wonder, bleh ! However, this removed the need to farm experience to reach level 45, which was nice.
Finished Rolf quest at that point. Received the Gleaming Shield just in time to use it (along with one phase dagger) against the Emperor Moloch. Considering how sturdy and fast my character was, it was only a matter of hit and run tactics (and escaping the level asap once I got the Crumpled Scroll).
Then the Blue Dragon Caves (got very lucky there with a Wand of Wishing (3 charges) + Helm of the Night Watchman + Staff of Purification), and finally the Merchants Guild. Found the Shirt of the Saints + Stone of Ages (not bad) + 11M gold (that turned into +3 Wp with the help of Garth).
After that, I killed Keriax (I'm not even sure he saw me), wasted some time raising attributes to the 60s (by dipping various stacks of 9x2s potions in blessed potions of Exchange), read a few spellbooks (just in case, really) and finally went for the deep dive.
I had some fun clearing the Chaos Plane using almost exclusively Wp 99 Rain of Sorrow (Acid Ball). Then drank all boosting potions, equiped the trinity and entered the portal.
Andor Drakon was killed using the RCT as a missile weapon. It took 37 shots (of which 17 missed) to kill him, and during that time he really didn't do much : One summoning spell (one zap from a wand of fireballs and the summons were gone), one darkness spell (no effect, since I was wearing the Helm of the Night Watchman), one attack spell, and one step towards me. Oh, and I forgot : he also did a great introductory speech ! Having drunk 12 blessed potions of Boost Speed before steping into the portal is certainly the decisive factor that turned a potentially hard fight into a very easy one.
Some random thoughts :
- The Farsight spell is awesome : it vastly boosts your vision range. Probably a quite rare spellbook, since I only found one.
- For some reason, that character only scored 10M points, while I had a character that did a Normal Ending score 12M points recently. I was quite surprised : I would have thought that an Ultra Ending would have beaten any Normal Ending.
- Provided you buy all potions from the Borderland Settlement whenever you have a chance, you should end up with enough potions of Exchange and enough stacks of useless 2s potions to do some serious potion dipping. Even better if you have the Potion Belt (which I didn't have) or at the very least Moon Sickle (to turn any useless 4s potion into another useless, but lighter, potion). Sadly, I had sacrificed Moon Sickle, so I had to make do with what I had. Nonetheless, I could get quite a few POGAs that way.
- I still had a few items destroyed in the Blue Dragon Caves, although I had 3 immunities (Lightning Lizard + TotRR + Blue Dragon Scale Mail) and 2 resistances (Ring of the High Kings, Gauntlets of Elemental Mastery). Still, if you leave any precious stuff before entering, the item destruction is very manageable.
- Talking about item destruction : only the half of the level where the Air Temple is located seems to be "dangerous" when it comes to item destruction. The other half seems to be completely safe, at least I never had a single item destroyed there.
- The bonuses from eating some Chaos corpses are nice, but nothing compared to what you can get from potion dipping.
I'm going to stop there. Big thanks to all who answered my questions during the past few weeks, and feel free to ask back if you have any question :)

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Then you are suddenly pulled back into your reality! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Background Information ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Star Race: female Dark Elf Class: Paladin Eye color: black Hair color: white Complexion: black Height: 5'3" Weight: 99 pounds Age: 138 (adult) Star sign: Raven Birthday: 2/Raven (day 2 of the year) YOUR HISTORY: Your parents were poor people. They loved you and cared for you, although you had to hunger more than once. In your childhood you were a credit to your family. Your people loved you and enjoyed your presence. During your youth you embarked on many small journeys to nearby towns on behalf of your parents. You learned to know lots of people and made many friends. Your life as a young adult was characterized by steady determination. Your goal lay clearly ahead of you and you never strayed from your path. You decided to become a Paladin. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Inventory ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Total weight: 19495 stones Carrying capacity: 124575 stones He: uncursed helm of the Night Watchman [+0, +8] {Pe+4} [100s] Ne: blessed rustproof amulet of life saving [3s] Bo: blessed Shirt of the Saints [+8, +4] {Le+2} [20s] Gi: blessed eternium girdle [+4, +4] [12s] Cl: blessed cloak of protection [+2, +3] [20s] RH: blessed Trident of the Red Rooster (+36, 6d12+18) [+12, +12] {Ma+24} LH: - RR: blessed ring of the High Kings [+2, +3] [1s] LR: uncursed ring of mental stability [+0, +1] {Le+1} [1s] Br: uncursed bracers of war [+8, +4] {Dx+8} [10s] Ga: blessed elemental gauntlets (-1, +0) [+0, +3] [10s] Bo: blessed seven league boots [+6, +7] [30s] MW: - Mi: - Tl: - ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stuff ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Total weight: 19138 stones Carrying capacity: 124575 stones Helmets ('[') uncursed circlet of the pure mind [+2, +2] {Wi+8} [18s] Shields ('[') uncursed small black shield "Lust for Glory" (+1) [+5, +5] {Wi+3} [50s] Gauntlets ('[') uncursed thick gauntlets (-1, -2) [+0, +1] [15s] blessed thick gauntlets (-2, -1) [+0, +1] [15s] Cloaks ('[') uncursed cloak of protection [+0, +3] [20s] uncursed tattered cloak of the dark souls [+6, +3] {Wi-3} [23s] Girdles ('[') uncursed adamantium girdle [+0, +3] [18s] Boots ('[') uncursed eternium boots [+1, +8] [55s] Necklaces (''') blessed ankh [3s] blessed amulet of free action [3s] blessed necklace of the eye [3s] blessed amulet of petrification resistance [3s] uncursed stone of the ages {Le+6} [2s] uncursed necklace of the eye [3s] One-handed weapons ('(') uncursed unpick axe (+3, 3d6+3) {To+10} [75s] uncursed orcish knife (+1, 1d3+2) [10s] Two-handed weapons ('(') blessed staff of nourishment (+0, 1d10) [40s] blessed staff of parting water (+0, 1d10) [40s] blessed staff of purification (+0, 1d10) [40s] blessed staff of sensing traps (+1, 1d10+2) [+1, +0] [39s] blessed staff of purification (+0, 1d10+1) [40s] blessed staff of mundane insights (+0, 1d10+1) [40s] blessed staff of nourishment (+2, 1d10) [40s] Missile weapons ('}') uncursed long bow of hunting (+6, +3) [30s] blessed heavy crossbow "The Far Slayer" (+18, +18) [350s] blessed long bow of hunting (+6, +3) [30s] uncursed long bow of hunting (+9, +3) [30s] Missiles ('/') Tons of them Tools (']') uncursed waterproof blanket [10s] blessed waterproof blanket [10s] uncursed square key [1s] uncursed tinderbox (23) [3s] uncursed holy symbol [5s] blessed small key [1s] blessed fireproof blanket [10s] heap of 2 uncursed torches [20s] heap of 2 blessed magical writing sets (3) [10s] uncursed triangular key [1s] heap of 2 blessed torches [20s] uncursed fireproof blanket [10s] uncursed tiny key [1s] blessed hexagonal key [1s] heap of 2 uncursed boxes with flint and steel (40) [10s] uncursed round key [1s] Rings ('=') uncursed ring of mental stability [+0, +1] {Le+1} [1s] blessed ring of invisibility [1s] Wands ('\') too many to fit here Potions ('!') Many Scrolls ('?') Many too Books ('"') Not enough space to display them all Food ('%') Alot Gems ('*') Quite a few ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Weapon Skills ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Melee weapon Lvl Hit Dam DV Level Required marks --------------------- --- --- --- -- ------------- -------------- Unarmed fighting 1 +1 +0 +0 basic 22 Daggers & knives 7 +6 +3 +1 skilled 46 Clubs & hammers 1 +1 +0 +0 basic 25 Maces & flails 1 +1 +0 +0 basic 25 Swords 10 +9 +6 +3 excellent 239 Axes 1 +1 +0 +0 basic 25 Whips 1 +1 +0 +1 basic 25 Pole arms 15 +20 +12 +22 Grand Mastery Twohanded weapons 1 +1 +1 +0 basic 25 Staves 2 +2 +0 +2 basic 40 Missile weapon Lvl Hit Dam Ra Level Required marks --------------------- --- --- --- -- ------------- -------------- Slings 3 +6 +4 +1 basic 15 Bows 10 +20 +15 +3 excellent 475 Crossbows 7 +14 +10 +2 skilled 45 Thrown axes & hammers 0 +0 +0 +0 unskilled 7 Thrown daggers 4 +8 +6 +1 skilled 19 Thrown rocks & clubs 0 +0 +0 +0 unskilled 7 Thrown spears 10 +20 +15 +3 excellent 253 Boomerangs & scurgari 0 +0 +0 +0 unskilled 7 Shields Lvl DV Level Required marks --------------------- --- --- ------------- -------------- Shields 5 +10 skilled 71 Damage caused with your melee weapons: -------------------------------------- Right hand: +287 bonus to hit, 6d12+125 damage Damage caused with your missile weapons: ---------------------------------------- No missile weapons available. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Skills ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alchemy ..................100 (superb) [+1d3] Alertness ................100 (superb) [+1d5] Archery .................. 75 (great) [+2d4] Athletics ................100 (superb) [+2d4] Backstabbing .............100 (superb) [+1] Climbing .................100 (superb) [+1d5] Concentration ............100 (superb) [+4d4] Courage ..................100 (superb) [+3d4] Detect traps .............100 (superb) [+1d3] Disarm traps ............. 66 (good) [+3d4] Dodge ....................100 (superb) [+1d3] Find weakness ............100 (superb) [+1d3] First aid ................100 (superb) [+1d5] Fletchery ................ 56 (good) [+3d3] (mr) Food preservation ........ 77 (great) [+1d3] Gardening ................ 17 (mediocre) [+3d3] Haggling .................100 (superb) [+1d5] Healing ..................100 (superb) [+1d5] Herbalism ................100 (superb) [+1d5] Listening ................100 (superb) [+2d4] Literacy .................100 (superb) [+1d3] Necromancy ............... 21 (mediocre) [+0] Pick pockets .............100 (superb) [+1] Stealth ..................100 (superb) [+1d5] Swimming .................100 (superb) [+1d3] Tactics ..................100 (superb) [+1d3] Two weapon combat ........ 77 (great) [+3d4] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spells ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Acid Bolt : 1069, 15pp (Effectivity: +1) Baptism of Fire : 1617, 7pp (Effectivity: +6) Bless : 309, 8pp (Effectivity: +0) Calm Monster : 1871, 7pp (Effectivity: +7) Clairvoyance : 1214, 40pp (Effectivity: +1) Cure Disease : 9, 15pp (Effectivity: +0) Cure Light Wounds : 321, 5pp (Effectivity: +0) Cure Serious Wounds: 1010, 10pp (Effectivity: +0) Darkness : 1046, 4pp (Effectivity: +0) Divine Digger : 997, 100pp (Effectivity: +0) Divine Intervention: 72, 3840pp (Effectivity: +0) Divine Wrath : 1290, 12pp (Effectivity: +2) Enlightenment : 937, 75pp (Effectivity: +0) Ethereal Bridge : 1316, 92pp (Effectivity: +10) Farsight : 1242, 17pp (Effectivity: +4) Freezing Fury : 1181, 24pp (Effectivity: +5) Heavenly Fury : 1735, 30pp (Effectivity: +4) Hellish Flames : 1257, 10pp (Effectivity: +0) Holy Awe : 8, 23pp (Effectivity: +0) Invoked Devastation: 1256, 30pp (Effectivity: +0) Lesser Divine Touch: 1666, 8pp (Effectivity: +0) Light : 2147, 2pp (Effectivity: +6) Lordly Might : 1674, 9pp (Effectivity: +7) Major Punishment : 1725, 20pp (Effectivity: +0) Minor Punishment : 2167, 8pp (Effectivity: +3) Nether Bolt : 1930, 12pp (Effectivity: +1) Neutralize Poison : 11, 18pp (Effectivity: +0) Rain of Sorrow : 1171, 34pp (Effectivity: +6) Revelation : 826, 33pp (Effectivity: +2) Slow Monster : 3379, 6pp (Effectivity: +5) Slow Poison : 274, 6pp (Effectivity: +0) Web : 1356, 12pp (Effectivity: +0) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Her further life: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- After slaying Andor Drakon and dispersing his malevolent energies the pillars of Order appear before you. All the forces of Order seem to be united behind them. You are lifted to the status of an Avatar of Order and the tales of your deeds are spread all over Ancardia. Your deeds are recounted at camp fires and interpreted by philosophers and priests alike. The common man looks up to you and you slowly start to be revered as a minor power of Order. After a few millennia have passed you are raised to the position of a demigod to guard and protect Ancardia from the forces of Chaos and Balance forever. Under your guidance Ancardia becomes an orderly and organized world without striking changes. Peaceful order (and boredom?) spreads and the world enters an era of peace and tranquility never again leaving it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Her achievements during her battles: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Star, the dark elven paladin, transformed into an avatar of Order. She scored 10700656 points and advanced to level 50. She survived for 0 years, 94 days, 18 hours, 32 minutes and 35 seconds (209275 turns). 10 companions were killed during her adventures. Star visited 225 places. Her strength score was modified by +49 during her career. Her learning score was modified by +71 during her career. Her willpower score was modified by +49 during her career. Her dexterity score was modified by +55 during her career. Her toughness score was modified by +57 during her career. Her charisma score was modified by +60 during her career. Her appearance score was modified by +57 during her career. Her mana score was modified by +56 during her career. Her perception score was modified by +35 during her career. She was the champion of the arena. She was a member of the thieves guild. She killed the emperor of the ancient minotaur race. She defeated the arch enemy of a mighty karmic wyrm. She saved Khelavaster from certain death. She met Rolf, the legendary emperor of the dwarves. She avenged Rolf's blood. She ended her adventuring life in the palace of Andor Drakon. 15220 monsters perished under her attacks. The following 60 artifacts were generated during her adventure: the si the dwarven rune axe "Rolf's Companion" the scythe of corruption "Moon Sickle" the potion of literacy the golden gladius "Death's Sting" the dwarven shield "Rolf's Saviour" the Chaos Orb of Elemental Water the Chaos Orb of Elemental Air the Chaos Orb of Elemental Fire the Chaos Orb of Elemental Earth the heavy crossbow "The Far Slayer" the ebony spear "Bugbiter" the scorched spear the girdle of the emperors "Celestrix" the rune-covered trident the sword of Nonnak the elemental gauntlets the ring of the High Kings the crown of science the ancient mummy wrapping the ankh the hammer of the gods the small black shield "Lust for Glory" the Crown of Chaos the black torc the Medal of Chaos the Shirt of the Saints the bracers of war the Chaos Orb of Elemental Mana the black rune-covered dagger "Needle" the rune-covered sling "Whirlwind" the sapphire amulet "Preserver" the black tome of Alsophocus the Trident of the Red Rooster the weird tome the rune-covered halberd "Wyrmlance" the axe of the minotaur emperor the tome of donors the antediluvian dwarven map fragment the antediluvian dwarven map the ancient dwarven key the unpick axe the stone heart "Bergbringer" the gleaming dwarven rune axe the gleaming dwarven shield the twisted quarterstaff "Kalmius' Shield" the helm of the Night Watchman the lead great axe the staff of wonder the mighty tower shield "The Wall" the glowing gem "Third Eye" the circlet of the pure mind the beheading axe "Headman's Hand" the intricate wooden staff "Nature's Breath" the black whip of extinction the glistening scimitar "Eagle's Claw" the tattered cloak of the dark souls the cornucopia the stone of the ages the weird fire starter She possessed the following intrinsics: She was fire resistant (also through items). She was poison resistant (also through an item). She was cold resistant (also through items). She was lucky (also through an item). Fate smiled upon her. She was sleep resistant (gained through items). She was able to control teleportation. She was stun resistant (also through items). She was paralyzation resistant. She was resistant to death rays (gained through items). She was shock resistant (also through items). She was able to see invisible things (gained through items). She was immune to shock attacks. She was immune to fire attacks. She was immune to acidic attacks. She was immune to ice attacks (gained through an item). She was able to breathe water (gained through an item). She was able to resist confusion attacks (also through items). She had the following talents: Affinity with Axes, Affinity with Polearms, Affinity with Swords, Alert, Careful, Defensive Fighter, Dodger, Good Shot, Greased Lightning, Keen Shot, Long Stride, Melee Weapon Master, Miser, Quick, Quick Shot, Strong of Will, Treasure Hunter, Very Careful, Very Quick. She had a final speed score of 490 (final base speed: 180). She was a messiah of Elderon. She asked for 1 divine intervention. She was a holy champion of Order. The following monsters were vanquished: Dispatched the legendary will o'wisp Aksarnerk. Dispatched the legendary tarantula Shiksazzar. Dispatched the legendary berserker lord Arngrim. Dispatched the legendary necromancer Gorvin. Dispatched the legendary goblin Groof. Dispatched the legendary orc scorcher Arik. Dispatched the legendary dark orc Enryb-eel. Dispatched the legendary ratling thief White-Mask. Dispatched the legendary dark elven priestess Althenia. Dispatched the legendary eye of destruction Sheelak The All-Seeing. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Playing Time ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- You played for 96 hours, 23 minutes and 21 seconds. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Version Information ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ancient Domains Of Mystery Version 3.3.4 Windows Deluxe (Steam) Build: Nov 12 2020 10:42:23 

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Original prompt: [WP]: After 1,000 years the Chosen One has dragged out doing side quests for long enough. Seeking death from his immortality he ventures to destroy the Great Evil and save the princess. When he enters the dungeon he is greeted with: “Sir, this is an Arby’s” (link)
"Though it took many long hours to defeat all the side quests, it was not until I looked out upon the valley that now stood where that creek had once been, I realized just how many winters it had been!" the swordsman said.
"Marvelous. Can I take your order, sir?" the cashier asked.
"With that revelation, I knew that I had to hunt her down: My mortal enemy, the greatest evil the world has ever known, vampire lord Kaira!" the swordsman said. "Only then could the world move forward and finally leave this era of darkness behind us!"
"Could I suggest an Arby's supreme?" the cashier said, noting the new customers entering behind the crazed man.
"And then, the world liberated and the princess free, the magic could return to the world and we could all rejoice at her just rule!" the swordsman shouted.
"Sir, we do have other customers, if you don't want to place an order then could you please step aside?" the cashier asked. They saw no reason to bring up that the country was a democracy now, so even if there was a princess, she would likely end up being a cultural figurehead at best.
"Other customers?!!?" The swordsman said, whirling around. "Are you minions of Kaira?"
The other people in line backed away as the lunatic whirled around the razor-sharp hunk of steel.
"You! You look vampire-y! Get over here!" he shouted at the girl wearing eyeshadow and a black shirt.
"Uh..." she said.
"Where is she? Where is your mistress?!?!" He screamed at the frightened teenager.
"I don't know! There's a jewelry store on 5th street called Kaira's, maybe there?" she said.
"Ha! You can't escape me, vampire lord!" the swordsman shouted, charging out the door and sprinting down the road.
"Um... I'll have an Arby's supreme..." the girl said, noticing that she was now at the front of the line.
The boutique jewelry shop had been around for decades, but the manager was relatively new to it. When the swordsman burst in wielding a massive flamberge, he was quick to press the silent alarm to alert the police.
"You there! Where is the Vampire Lord Kaira!" the swordsman screamed.
"What? Who?" the manager asked.
"The namesake of your place of business, good sir!" he said, still shouting at the top of his lungs.
"What? I think it was named after the founder's mother or something? Please stop waving that sword around, sir," the manager said.
"And where is this mother?" he shouted.
"I don't know! The company was founded almost a century ago, so probably dead?" he said.
"Nonsense! Vampires do not die from something as simple as time!" the swordsman shouted.
"Sir, you're scaring the other customers, please go look somewhere else," the manager said.
"Bah! This is the worst puzzle I have ever seen!" the swordsman said, turning toward the exit. "I must seek the wisdom of the gods! For Avalon!"
Father Michael was busy figuring out the schedule for the church's next charity drive when one of his favorite volunteers burst in.
"Ah, Rossen, to what do I owe the pleasure?" the priest asked.
"I must find my mortal enemy, the vampire lord Kaira!" the swordsman asked.
"Rossen, my child, such rage is not good for the soul. I urge you to consider forgiveness before you do something rash," the Father said.
"I need no advice on my destined quest, Father! I simply must see the basin!" Rossen shouted.
"The basin is always open to such a devoted follower, but I must again ask that you do a confessional, it sounds like your mind is quite troubled," the priest said.
"No time! It has been 1000 years, the vampire could be hours away from completing her master plan!" the swordsman shouted.
"If it has been 1000 years, then what's another hour going to-" the priest said, only to realize that the swordsman had run into the back room of the church while he was talking.
The swordsman pushed past the piles of furniture and dug into the crate of ceremonial relics at the back. The gold basin had been sold at a charity auction almost a century before, but the actual holy relic was made of ceramic and copper. The swordsman brought it to the kitchen, pouring a splash of communion wine and a dried herb from his satchel into the basin before filling it with water, and began praying over it.
As the ripples on the water stilled, an image formed on its surface of a building. An office complex, the image centered on a single room within it. The swordsman knelt down, lifting up the basin and chugging the contents to gain the wisdom within, before cleaning and returning the basin to storage and heading out to find his enemy.
The alarm blared for a good five minutes before the synthesized voice came from the computer.
"Kaira? I don't know if you can hear it, but it's time to get up. Work starts in an hour," the feminine voice said.
"Ugh..." the woman lying in the bed groaned.
She batted the alarm with her hand before walking over to the bathroom. She gave herself a once-over in the mirror... Yes, she would need a shower, there was no getting around it today. Kaira took off the T-shirt she had slept in, bearing the logo of a punk band she'd watched a decade or so before, and got into the shower.
As soon as the water started her feet locked into place, so she quickly scrubbed herself with soap and rinsed off. Not being able to cross running water made bathing quite a hassle. She toweled off before heading to the kitchen. It was a lot harder to whisk people off the streets without getting caught these days, so Kaira had to sate her need for blood from bags and the occasional animal. She grabbed a half-drained blood bag and poured a bit of it into a cup before going to check on her prisoner.
The 30-something year old woman floating in the pod of green liquid still looked the same as the day she was shoved in there. It had become clear after the first decade that the hero was taking his sweet time with rescuing her, and without any sort of divine magic or vampiric power to keep her young, the princess had been concerned that she might be too old to fulfill her destiny if they simply waited. Since Kaira had no intention of sharing her vampiric power, she'd come up with this alternative solution. The wires connecting the princess' brain to her computer was an idea she'd occasionally come to regret.
"Need I remind you that it takes ten minutes to reach the offices? You have to leave in the next five minutes if you want to arrive on time," the princess said through the computer's speaker.
"Well excuse me, princess, but I don't exactly care about arriving on time," the vampire said.
"Perhaps, though you wouldn't have to work at all if you hadn't given all your money to that Nigerian prince," the princess said.
"It was a wise investment! The fortune will pay dividends soon enough!" Kaira said, trudging toward the door.
"Keep telling yourself that, Kaira," the computer said as the door slammed shut behind her.
The vampire lord burst back in two minutes later with blisters on her face.
"Oh yes, don't forget to apply your sunscreen," the computer said.
The vampire responded by showing the camera one of her fingers, and grabbing the bottle of sunscreen off the shelf before heading out again.
As Kaira arrived at the offices, she headed for the security office and took over the post from her coworker. It was about that time when a screaming madman with a sword burst into the building.
"Vampire Lord Kaira! Your demise has arrived!" The hero shouted, charging at the security guard.
"About time, have at thee!" Kaira shouted, nicking her finger and forming a thin blade from her own blade.
The holy sword the hero wielded cleaved clean through the blood sword, but said sword simply reformed and began bending around the legendary blade as they fought. The office workers quickly began panicking and fleeing the building as the two fought. The vampire got a few nicks on the swordsman, but ended up getting her head lopped off in return.
"Haha! Now the world may be liberated from your tyranny!" the hero said.
The vampire didn't respond, due to her throat being in two pieces, rendering speech impossible. The vampire's phone, however, did begin to ring.
The swordsman carefully reached down and answered.
"Kaira, you left your keys on the desk, come pick them up before someone breaks in," the computerized voice of the princess said through the phone.
"Princess, fear not! I have come to rescue you!" the hero said.
"Hm? Oh, you must be the legendary hero Rossen, the name's actually Priscilla. I'm not exactly in tip-top shape right now, but I guess it's good to finally put all this behind us," the princess said. "So Kaira's dead then?"
"Indeed, she lies slain in the field of battle," Rossen said.
"Battlefield? I assume you went through the whole process, right? Live Mistletoe stake through the heart, head cut completely off and the wound bathed in mercury, buried no less than ten feet under, face down in a silver-lined sarcophagus..." the princess said, continuing to list off the steps to properly and permanently inter a vampire lord. Kaira's body stirred, grasping her head and pressing it back onto her shoulders.
"Uh..." the hero said. "Maybe?"
The conversation was interrupted by Kaira leaping onto the hero's back and sinking her teeth into his neck.
"Augh!" The hero exclaimed as he dropped the phone, shoving her off and jumping back, sword at the ready.
"Got you, hero! Now you will become my thrall and... Blegh, why does your blood taste so bad?" Kaira asked.
"Joke's on your, vampire! I'm a holy warrior of the church of light, immune to vampirism! And if that's not it, then it might be my debilitating addiction to opium," the hero said, a twitch showing in his eye. "Speaking of which..."
The swordsman reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a tincture of laudanum, throwing it back before turning back to the vampire.
"Now, have at thee, beast!" the hero said, the wound on his neck still bleeding freely.
He and the vampire leapt back into their duel. The two exchanged blows until the hero passed out from blood loss.
"Hm... You know, I figured this would be more satisfying," Kaira said, watching her mortal enemy as he died on the floor.
Rossen awoke on a stone slab in the church's storage room. He hoisted himself off, grabbing the sword from its resting place next to him and rushing out through the front of the church, where Father Michael was being questioned by police officers.
"Excuse me, sir, please hold on-" one of the officers said as the swordsman ran past them and down the street.
"Thank you for your cooperation, sir, but it looks like we've got our guy," the officer talking to the priest said as the other officers moved out in pursuit.
The swordsman, now disarmed, sat at the police station across a table from the vampire lord and a laptop connected to the princess over wifi. The trio was in an interrogation room, Kaira and Rossen in handcuffs.
"I can't believe I lost my job because of you," Kaira said.
"You murdered a man in the middle of an office complex," Priscilla said.
"And yet here he is," Kaira said, glaring at the swordsman.
"I can't believe they took my sword," Rossen said.
"You chopped a woman's head off!" Priscilla said
"She got better!" Rossen said, gesturing toward the vampire.
The princess groaned and said, "I know humility is a virtue, but you two make it very hard not to feel like the smartest person in the room."
"I can be clever," Kaira said.
"So can I," Rossen said.
"Oh you can, can you? Then Kaira, why do most days feel like I'm back to babysitting my 8 year old sister? And Rossen, why did you spend twenty generations putzing around instead of doing your fucking job?" Priscilla asked.
The two people physically present in the room just stared at the ground. Silence filled the room for a few minutes until a police officer entered through the far door.
"Well, the test results are in, and it looks like the fingerprints and DNA do match. I have no idea how it happened, but this man and our John Doe are one in the same," the officer said.
"It's a simple blessing of destiny, I cannot be permanently killed while my destiny remains uncompleted!" Rossen said.
"Sure, whatever floats your boat," the officer said. "Anyway, you kids need to stop all this tomfoolery. Boy, if we get any more reports of you harassing people with that sword of yours, we'll have to press charges. And girl, no more wanton acts of violence, even if your victims are immortal."
"But-" the two said.
"Hush," Priscilla said.
"Miss? Given that she insisted you be here, is it safe to assume you're this girl's mother?" the officer asked.
"Excuse me?" Priscilla asked, the image on the monitor being a touched-up version of the somewhat older face on her preserved body.
"Mom, I'm scared," Kaira said.
"Dammit," Priscilla said. "Apparently I am..."
"Well, we'll need you to come pick her up from the station as soon as possible," the officer said.
"That might... Actually, I'll be right there..." Priscilla said, the screen shifting to her annoyed expression.
"When do I get my sword back?" Rossen asked.
"You may reclaim your belongings when you leave the station," the officer said. "But again, don't go around threatening people with it or we might not give it back."
As the officer guided to two toward the front door, stopping to pick up their confiscated belongings as a car pulled up in front of the station.
"Well, here I am," Priscilla said.
"How did you even- Uh, thanks mom," Kaira said, attempting to hide her confusion.
As the officer let them leave, Kaira climbed into the car. Once he was out of sight, Rossen also climbed in. The driver's seat was empty, but that didn't stop the car from pulling away and driving down the road.
"What the hell? When did we get the money to buy a car, much less a self-driving one?" Kaira asked.
"Turns out your Nigerian prince suddenly came through," Priscilla said.
"Haha! I knew it!" Kaira said.
"Just kidding. I was actually the Nigerian prince all along," Priscilla said. "You really need to take better care of your things."
"Wait, so all of those part-time jobs were completely unnecessary?" Kaira asked.
"No, I found your struggling to be very amusing, and isn't that what life's all about in the end?" the princess asked.
The vampire lord paused for a moment, angrily preparing a rebuttal.
"So what do we do now?" Rossen asked, derailing her train of thought.
"Well, I want to go home," Kaira said. "Wait, why are you here?"
"I mean, the door was open," Rossen said.
"I figured you might try to kill me after you found out about the whole 'stole all your money' thing," Priscilla said.
"If I let it go when you killed my dragon, I'm not going to hold this against you," Kaira said.
"How was I supposed to know he was allergic to chocolate?" Priscilla asked.
"Not to interrupt, but where are we going?" Rossen asked.
"Oh, we're already here," Priscilla said, flashing the headlights at sign in front of the apartment complex. "I'll meet you in the room."
Kaira and Rossen stepped out and began heading toward Kaira's room, while the car drove off toward the parking deck.
"So... not to jinx it, but why have you stopped trying to kill me?" Kaira asked.
"I mean, we're both kind of immortal... Plus, you and the princess are the only ones from the old world that are still alive... Hell, it seems like nobody in this time even remembers that magic existed at all, and one of the main reasons I started this quest was to bring it back..." Rossen said. "It really makes this whole quest feel... Well, you know, pointless."
"Eh, life's like that sometimes," Kaira said. "Hope you're not hungry, because my fridge is full of nothing but bags of blood."
"Compared to sleeping on a bench, I'm sure any accommodation will be an improvement," Rossen said.
With that, the two headed inside. The future seemed uncertain, but one thing was guaranteed: They would definitely live to see it.

This is how I was killing time so far. Can't wait for the showcase. You're welcome to add more interesting questions, if you also want to kill some time.
Edit: it's a list now, not a paragraph.

Story, factions & cities

• What happened on Earth?
• Did a nuclear war happen?
• Did global warming force civilization to leave Earth?
• Did the poles melt and submerge all the continents?
• Has a pandemic of a deadly virus wiped out most of the population?
• Do people still live on Earth?
• How many people managed to leave Earth?
• Are radio signals still being emitted from Earth?
• Can we encounter (more or less readable) radio signals from the Earth from the past in deep space?
• Will we encounter the last radio signal sent from Earth and can we find out what happened on Earth?
• Was Cydonia the first interplanetary sanctuary or a mine built even before that?
• Have scientists settled separately on another place?
• Who is left to live in Cydonia?
• Is there a terraformed part of Mars?
• Are humans present on other planets in the Solar System?
• When was the Constellation organization formed? What is their goal?
• Is Constellation a technocratic organization?
• Is Constellation motivated by mere scientific curiosity or are they committed to progressivism?
• Are they committed to transhumanism?
• Where did they get the money for space exploration?
• How did United Colonies and Freestar Collective come about?
• Are these colonies under a dictatorship? Are colonies ideological?
• When and why did the Colonial War happen?
• What are the consequences of war?
• How and why was the truce concluded between them?
• Are there normal diplomatic relations between these two colonies?
• When and where was the first artifact found? What do the artifacts represent?
• How can the remaining ones be found?
• What do artifacts build? What material are they made of?
• What are the physical properties of these artifacts?
• Do artifacts build a wormhole? Or access to the fifth dimension? Or a method to make contact with other beings?
• Will we find intelligent extraterrestrial beings? Is Neon a corpocracy?
• Is the population of Neon being oppressed?
• Do corporations conduct unethical experiments on humans?
• How often do residents of Neon consume fish with a psychoactive substance?
• Is everyone welcome to New Atlantis or only UC members and sympathizers?
• Is Constellation HQ in New Atlantis?
• What is the relationship between Constellation and the United Colonies?
• Is there a threat of a new Colonial War? Is there a threat of alien invasion?

Character, perks & companions

• What is our goal?
• Who can we cooperate with?
• Who are our enemies? *Can we remain neutral? *Can we sabotage certain factions?
• Can we betray them? *Can we manipulate the colony leaders?
• What are the consequences of joining a certain faction?
• Can we improve diplomatic relations between colonies?
• Can we unite them into one common faction?
• If we get a high rank, can we hire people and give them a lower rank?
• Why do pirates have no leader?
• Is there a black market?
• Can we get a job in a corporation?
• Can we become a corporate agent?
• Can we destroy these corporations?
• Will we meet the CEOs of major corporations?
• Do we have multiple ways to complete a faction-specific quest?
• Do our choices positively or negatively affect relations with other factions?
• Can we start our own faction?
• Can we start our own corporation?
• Does our background matter throughout the game?
• Does our background automatically lock us from some side missions?
• Can our companion be enrolled in one colony while we are in another?
• Can our companion serve as a spy?
• Can our companion scan the terrain and tag enemies?
• Can the companion try to clear the place of enemies by himself?
• Does the follower often take the better weapons that are around or stick with the one we gave them?
• Can a companion heal us?
• Can we hire companions in the outposts and spaceship?
• Will followers be able to buy ammo for themselves?

Outposts, spaceships & crafting

• How many outposts can we have on one planet/moon?
• Can we create an outpost on every rocky planet or moon?
• Are the outposts owned by us or owned by Constellation?
• Can we level and raise the terrain within our outpost?
• Can we build drones and rovers that will scan the environment for ores and minerals?
• Besides ores, can we find traces of water in the crust of planets?
• How are we going to supply the base with oxygen?
• Can we grow local flora?
• Is there an option to build hydroponics?
• Can we interbreed different types of plants?
• Can we establish trade with capital cities?
• Can we hire suppliers/provisioners between any two outposts?
• Can pirates or others rob our transport?
• Can asteroids or meteors destroy the goods the provisioner is carrying?
• Besides the landing pad, can we build a hangar for our spaceship?
• Can we create tourist attractions?
• Do we hire people by radio or in person?
• Do radio signals attract nearby pirates?
• Can we train people for special tasks?
• Do they become more efficient in their work over time?
• Can we hire these same people to work in our spaceship?
• Can we manufacture artificial satellites?
• Will our outposts be attacked by local fauna?
• Can we pacify the local fauna?
• Can we build a prison for pirates and others?
• Will the workers be kidnapped?
• Can workers have a work accident?
• Will the colonies demand a percentage of goods if we are members of certain colonies?
• If we build a solar farm, can we export electricity?
• Can we make an outpost right next to a big city like New Atlantis?
• Do we build weapon and armor mods right away or do we have to wait for them to be machine assembled?

Technology, science & exploration

• How far has technology advanced in the fields of cybernetics, robotics, nanotechnology, biomechatronics, genetic engineering, artificial intelligence, aerospace, biotechnology, space exploration...?
• How far has science progressed in the fields of astronomy, physics, chemistry, astrobiology, medicine...?
• What is the latest technological achievement?
• What is the biggest challenge in physics right now?
• How advanced are artificial intelligences?
• Are there cybernetic implants and augmentations?
• Are there biomechatronic devices that improve physiological functions (such as immunization, respiration, angiogenesis...)?
• Is cyberspace developed?
• How advanced are robots?
• Are there more advanced robots (with free will) among utalitarian robots?
• Are there automated factories?
• Are there any weapons with corrosive, electric, or fire bullets?
• Do corrosive bullets melt armor, spacesuits, bones of some creatures?
• Do electric bullets disable electrical devices? Do fire bullets burn fur and flesh?
• Do spacesuits provide any other functions besides resistance to various harms?
• Can helmets have built-in cameras?
• What is the consequence of moving at speeds close to or faster than the speed of light? Is time dilation one of them?
• Are there rogue planets?
• Will we encounter binary stars?
• Can we catch any distinctive comets?
• Will we encounter geomagnetic storms?
• How common are auroras on planets?
• Could a coronal mass ejection fry our spacecraft?
• Are there planets with diamond showers?
• Are there planets with methane lakes?
• Are creatures made of similar proteins as on Earth?
• In what forms and shapes do creatures appear?

Combat, weapons & dog fighting

• What is the most powerful ballistic weapon?
• How rare are energy weapons?
• Are there plasma weapons?
• Do the creatures have weak points that we can target for more effective kills?
• Are some creatures resistant to melee weapons?
• Can enemies be blinded by a star if we position ourselves like that?
• Will the enemies be able to engage us from behind or from the side if we are focused on one?
• Can enemy's jetpack explode?
• Can we damage their helmets?
• Will they suffocate if we damage their helmets?
• If we damage their space suit, will they freeze?
• If we shoot their oxygen tank, will they explode, will they suffocate?
• Will they help each other?
• If we kill the leader, will others ever surrender?
• Do enemies know how to sneak?
• Do we steer the ship and shoot at other ships at the same time or does the crew assist?
• Can we use electromagnetic pulses?
• Can they destroy our oxygen tank?
• Can they disable our missiles?
• Is the glass on the ship bulletproof?
• Does the electromagnetic shield automatically regenerate?
• Do we have to manually repair the ship after the fight?
• Is there an option for spacewalk?
• Can we own more than one ship?
• Can our companions drive the ship?