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God of War Secrets and Easter Eggs
2018.06.11 10:32 mollyblue87 God of War Secrets and Easter Eggs
A place to discuss all secrets in God of War, discovered and undiscovered! Cory Barlog, director of GoW, has said that there are secrets we have not yet discovered. Let's see if we can discover what else is hidden and solve these mysteries once and for all!
2012.03.23 18:42 AegeanSea God of War
God of War is a third person action-adventure video game developed by Santa Monica Studio and published by Sony Interactive Entertainment. God of War won Game of the Year 2018. This subreddit is dedicated to discussion of the games and sharing news about them. Or posting anything related to GOW really.
2019.06.13 23:43 Underbourne sakunaofriceandruin
Sakuna: of Rice and Ruin is a game developed by Edelweiss released for the Nintendo Switch, Playstation 4, and PC. Sakuna features a mix of battling and farming as you play as the spoiled daughter of a harvest goddess and war god banished to an island of demons.
2023.02.02 22:11 barbaszz Hey dad
It’s been 10 years without you already. I tried my best. I’m sorry I’m such a mess sometimes. After you left, mom had a stroke too, she spent 2 weeks in the hospital, big brother arranged your funeral and big sister was with mom during those 2 weeks. I was a kid forgotten in the middle of this shit hole and had to cook my first meal alone, go to school, training, studying like nothing happened. I’m sorry for beating up that kid that talked about you 2 months after you gone. I stopped boxing because of it, and I’m sorry. I know you wanted me to go pro but life is not easy without you. Got into a lot of shit that would make you disappointed but you were the breadwinner, someone had to do it. I was strong for mom and for the family but ten years later I can’t hold it anymore. All I wish in this miserable life with some good things is a bit of inner peace and genuine happiness. Remember how we used to talk and you taught me all the military stuff that you also learnt during war back in the 60’s? Those were such good advices. I’m really grateful for them. Although you left so early you gave me such a strong mindset but I’m weak now. I got professional help for my mental health after all this years and now, I can see how much I miss you. I’m sure my life wouldn’t be this way with you around. I don’t blame you. Your heart failed and it’s sad. All I can say is that if I plant lemons in this life I can’t expect strawberries, but I’m trying to learn how to make sweet lemonade, remember? I would give everything to feel your hug again. I really fucking miss you and I’m on the edge.
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2023.02.02 22:10 Suspicious-Cup-8375 Mortar Empires multiplayer issues?
Me and my friend have been playing total war games since the release or Rome 2. We like the series and played with every Warhammer game as well. Unfortunately, with the release of Warhammer 3, we experienced some issues, but at least it worked fine in general. However, in Mortal Empires these issues reached a new level. We have a huge variety of these problems like desync errors, connection errors, crashes, sometimes the game just decides to close itself without a single error and etc. In the last few days we spent more time with watching loading screens and struggling in the main menu than playing the game. Unfortunately it’s became really unplayable. It’s sad because the game itself would be really enjoyable so that’s why I’m curious about your experiences with the multiplayer campaign.
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2023.02.02 22:10 imnits45 ofc
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2023.02.02 22:09 Trash_Tia Three years ago, I was a research student working on a remote island. We were out of lab rats, so our professor used us instead.
I can’t believe I finally got the guts to post this to social media.
After three years, I’m finally ready to tell our story.
I know I shouldn't. This is a huge risk, and I’m putting both myself and my friends in danger of being caught by some pretty bad people who are currently hunting us down.
My life as I knew it ended in 2020. (I would talk about how ironic it was that it had to be 2020, but I don’t have time to ramble). I was volunteering as a lab assistant for a college professor I was close to. After graduating at the top of my class, I had been offered the opportunity to assist him overseas as a voluntary research assistant. I should have been working in his usual lab at the college, but due to certain ethical issues he didn’t want to deal with on campus, he decided to fly his most promising students to his primary lab on a tiny Indonesian island. He took on six of us.
The top of his class, as well as students who seemed far too interested in what he was really working on. Normally, college professor’s would discourage curiosity when it came to their private lives and work, but he welcomed it, allowing certain students glimpses into the research he was working on under his façade. I can’t say I wasn’t curious about the paperwork I happened to glimpse, paperwork covered in special plastic seals brandishing TOP SECRET in bold lettering which was definitely intriguing.
Sure, I wanted to know what was so special about his research that it warranted that kind of seal, but it’s not like I broke into his lab unlike my colleagues. (You would think biology students would be smart, but those idiots didn’t stand a chance with the amount of security our college had).
I thought that would be a sure fire suspension, and it almost was until the professor himself had pardoned them before inviting the group alongside me to work with him on this secret project. I know I sound crazy for taking a voluntary job, but the job was on a tiny island just off of the coast of Indonesia—which meant I was working in paradise. It was like being on a permanent vacation. We had the beach at our disposal, and the local resort was just up the road. After sweating in the lab on weekdays, we headed to the private resort down the road from the lab.
Professor Quincy was a well-known local, so he had managed to get us free entry. I guess you could say I was living the dream. Three years prior, I was in my freshman year of college and I had no idea what I was doing with my life. Fast forward two years, and I had the opportunity of a lifetime. I was working in literal paradise.
It didn’t last long, of course. I had to wake up from my dream at some point, right? And I did.
I can’t remember which date it was. I just remember that it was right at the start of the pandemic, and I was supposed to be going home to see family I hadn’t seen in almost six months. Professor Quincy had been insistent we live and work with him for a certain amount of time, and then he would grant us permission to return home to see our family.
I couldn’t exactly argue against it. Like I said, and I will continue to elaborate through this post, our professor’s work was pretty private. Cell phones were not allowed, and internet access was limited. If I needed to phone home, I had to sign seven different forms to promise I wouldn’t leak any information on his work, and to declare that if I happened to do so I would be fired immediately and sent back to the US.
If that wasn’t enough, my parents would also be held accountable.
So, yeah. Obviously, I wasn’t going to start spilling our professor’s secrets.
It’s not like we were completely cut off. There was a phone in Professor Quincy’s office, as well as the reception at the dorms.
We were allowed three allocated phone calls a week. After a certain world event had enfolded, however, we were allowed to call our parents pretty much any time we wanted, as long as we signed those release forms. After a full day of none-stop paranoia and too much time skimming news articles on my laptop, I was itching to talk to mom. I just didn’t know how to tell her that I wouldn’t be seeing her in… I had no idea. The US borders were shutting, and I was at a loss what to do. If I am to be honest with you, I was terrified. This kind of thing only happened in movies, and there I was trying to figure out a way to tell my mom I wouldn’t be coming home—and I had no idea if I would ever be coming home again. The dorms were state of the art; a huge glass building with three floors. There was a gym, a swimming pool, and a girl’s and boy’s dorm on the top levels.
There were only six of us, so it was pretty fucking amazing. Sometimes in the summer when it was baking hot, like the kind of heat the human body can’t deal with, they opened the roof, and we would all lie in the reception area, drunk on cocktails from the resort.
But do you know what wasn’t state of the art?
I had grown accustomed to the stupid thing breaking every three days. Normally, I didn’t really care. I’d get a cold shower or stick my head in the freezer. That day, though, I had just been informed via email I wouldn’t be returning home for the foreseeable future. The thing was, I was so used to knowing things in advance. I knew when work was cancelled, or when I was getting sick. Though with this, I had no idea what the outcome would be. Nobody did. The planet was holding a collective breath. I couldn’t even ask for a possible date, because no one knew how this huge, insane, life-changing thing would play out.
Well, it could play out either one way or the other. And I had seen the movies. I knew the basis, or at least the fictional re-enactment.
So, sweating through baking heat, I sat cross legged on prickly carpet, squeezing the phone in my palmy hands. I could glimpse Kaian through the window, slumped on a sun-lounger with his head tipped back. He was frowning at an odd looking bird which was perched on the upper deck. It was early evening, and the sun was starting to set. God, I loved watching the sunset. It was like the sky had turned into cotton candy, streaks of burning red and pink enveloping crystal blue and dimming the sky, making it easier to get a good luck at the sun.
Kaian’s light brown hair exploded into hues of vivid red, and I was momentarily taken-aback by the sight—like the sky had set his hair on fire. Ever since meeting him in my freshman year, I’d had a crush on Kaian. Being half-Thai with striking features and a Hollywood smile, my ass was already on the floor.
However, after living with him for several months, and studying alongside him for years, I had come to realise he was more of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Not exactly a dick, but not the nicest either. Kaian was deaf and had become the sort of “jock” of our little research group. He had been the one to stage the break-in attempt into Professor Quincy’s lab. I always wondered if they really had discovered something—and blackmailed Quincy into letting them in on the research.
I wouldn’t put it past my classmates. They were as nutty as our professor. I was half-wishing mom didn’t answer. Then I would have no choice but to tell her through email, which was better.
Still though, I wanted to hear her voice, even if it was going to send me over the edge. When my mom’s voice crackled through the phone, I panicked and said the first thing which came to mind. “I’m... I’m staying here for a little longer.” I said. “I was told this morning I can’t come home.”
Mom was silent for a moment before she sighed. “Yeah.” I was surprised when she chuckled. “I figured that, sweetie.”
“You’re not mad?” I whispered.
She didn’t reply for a moment before sighing. “Why would I be mad? It’s not like you can help it.”
Squeezing the phone tighter, I turned away so Kaian couldn’t see me sobbing like an idiot. “It’s not for long,” I said, or rather lied. I wasn’t just trying to reassure my mother, I was desperate to make myself feel better too. “I think it’ll be late April, or maybe May. I’m not sure yet.”
“Well, I’m excited to see you.”
Nodding, I swallowed a wracking sob. “I’m excited to see you too, mom.”
“Are you eating well?”
“Uh, yeah. The food here is great.”
“How is work?”
She was avoiding elaborating on a conversation neither of us wanted to have, and I didn’t blame her.
“It’s fine,” I said, “We’ve been working in some pretty, uh… intense heat. But I’m fine. I just cool off in the sea.”
“That’s good.” I could sense my mother’s smile, and it made me feel ten times worse.
“How… how are things over there?”
Mom hummed. “There’s no toilet paper,” she laughed, “But we’re all fine. Your little brother is baking cookies. Do you want to talk to him?”
“No.” I said, far too fast. “I mean… I don’t have much time, and I wanted to talk to you.” I swallowed. “If that’s okay.”
“Of course, honey.” Mom’s voice felt like warm water coming over me, relieving my stiff muscles. “Oh! Your father just finished cleaning your room out the other day! You would not believe how much stuff we had to take to a yard sale. Do you remember that dollhouse you had?”
She cut me off. “Well, I’ve given it to Mrs Jason’s daughter. Do you remember Lucy?"
“Lucy.” I said, my mind elsewhere. “She was that kid… umm…”
“You held her at your auntie Christine’s birthday party, do you remember? She’s always asking about you. She thinks you’re a marine biologist.”
“Oh.” I said helplessly. Sensing movement, I twisted around to find Kaian heading up the stairs. Probably to his room.
Usually, Monday nights were reserved for the beach. After lights out, we headed down to the coves which were a three minute walk from the dorms to paddle in bioluminescent plankton illuminating the stuffy night.
It was like dipping your feet in liquid stars. From the look on my colleague’s face however, a sort of not-entirely-there frown, I doubted anyone was in the mood for our usual trip to the beach. Offering the boy a wave, I pulled my knees to my chest. I didn’t realise I’d left an awkward pause until mom cleared her throat loudly, snapping me out of my trance.
“Wren, did you hear what I just said?”
Mom only had to say my name to send my heart into my throat. “Honey, are you crying?”
I had to heave in a breath. “No.”
“You’re watching the news, aren’t you?”
“Mom, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” Mom paused. “Wren, I can’t imagine what you must be feeling right now, but I’m just a phone-call away.”
I nodded, my eyes burning. “I love you, mom.”
“I love you too, baby.” Mom’s voice hitched, and she was splintering. I could tell by her sharp breaths. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
That was the last time I ever spoke to my mother.
The sky was dark when I pulled open the door to my shared room and face-planted into my bed. Long after putting the phone down, I sat in the reception area and cried like an idiot. Then I went outside to attempt to read a book on a sun lounger, but with the lack of sun, and the fact that the outdoor light was broken, I gave up and retreated upstairs.
Riss, my roommate, was typing loudly on her laptop when I bothered lifting my head from my snot-drenched pillow.
She had been taking the news surprisingly well, despite her being the one in our group who was over-emotional. She was a natural redhead but had dyed her hair an odd pastel pink colour which was starting to come out. I could see her natural vivid red roots springing from her half-assed ponytail. “How’s your mom?”
Riss didn’t look up from her laptop screen, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. I glimpsed the word doc she had been working on earlier in the lab. We were supposed to type up all the findings from the days experiments earlier, and as usual Riss was the last to submit hers. She was the lazy daydreamer out of our group, often getting chastised for zoning out during lectures and falling asleep. Riss was smart though. Seriously smart. When she felt like it.
“Hello?” Riss slammed the space-bar. “How was the talk with your mom?”
“It was fine.”
“Doesn’t sound like it,” Riss hummed. “Come on, I know when you’re upset—fuck.” She hissed through her teeth, going to town on the backspace key. “Stupid fucking autocorrect.”
I didn’t reply for a moment, suffocating myself in my pillow. The air-con was broken again, so I was left to suffer, stewing in the same clothes I had been wearing all day. I needed a cold shower and something from the downstairs kitchen, but I couldn’t be bothered moving. Besides, Riss’s typing was comforting, lulling me into almost-slumber.
After a while of just basking in the sound of her typing, my roommate sighed loudly. I sensed her jump up from her bed and move to her desk. My roommate had a routine I was used to. After typing up her usually late reports, she jumped up, did some stretches, downed the bottle of water on her desk, and then jumped up and down with too much energy, awaiting the print out. Just as I thought, I cringed at the sound of our printer booting up. I hated the noise. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. “It’s the end of the world as we know it.” Riss murmured with another loud, exaggerated sigh. “And we’re stuck in paradise.”
Refusing to lift my head from my pillow despite the heat, I scoffed into the material. “Stop saying that.”
“Stop saying what?”
“That it’s the end of the world.”
“I mean, it is. Certain events aside, have you seen the state of the ozone layer? Dude, we’re on a one way ticket to extinction.”
I really didn’t need Riss’s “comforting talks” right then. Her idea of reassuring was reminding me how many species were dying out.
“Uh-huh.” I said, cutting into the slightly manic polar bear rant. “Can we talk about something else.”
“But it’s true.” Riss chuckled. “The world is falling apart, and here we are trying to do the impossible.” She paused. “In one of the most beautiful places on the planet.” When I lifted my head to frown at her, my roommate was sprawled out on her bed, her ten page report awkwardly balanced on her chest. Riss’s eyes were somewhere else, delving into oblivion.
I couldn’t tell what she was feeling. She was smiling, but her eyes were sad. It had taken me a while, but eventually, after weeks and then months had gone by, I had gotten used to Professor Quincy’s research. It was hard to take in at first. Like, you have this huge secret and you can’t tell anyone—if you do you’re risking your own career. I imagined it as a neutron star collision going off in my head, an explosion of colours nobody else could see but us.
Locked away on this tiny island, we were the only ones who knew Quincy’s goal. There was one rule in the lab.
No emotions. We weren’t allowed to have emotions once stepping through the door. We had to stop being human for the sake of achieving successes and moving onto a different age. A better age. That’s what Quincy said, anyway. I wondered if Riss was thinking about the work we did earlier. She had broken down three times since starting, though she was getting better. Riss didn’t speak much after an awkward conversation we had about the end of the world, which bled into a conversation about The Walking Dead.
It fizzled out after I reminded her I was yet to finish it after dumping it halfway through season four. There’s not much to do in the dorm. I had my laptop and several dozen movies downloaded onto it, but I wasn’t in the mood to delve into fiction. I was falling asleep when our door flew open, and Riss almost catapulted her laptop across the room. My gaze flicked to the doorway, where Kaian stood, a scowl carved into his lips. It wasn’t unusual that my colleague was scowling or standing in our doorway. He was always the first one up on a morning, quick to wake everyone else up despite the sun not being up yet.
“Kaian?” Riss signed, her eyes glued to our damp-looking colleague. “What the hell?”
Looking at him, I could tell that Kaian wasn’t there willingly. His hair was a soaking mess plastered to his forehead, a plaid shirt clumsily buttoned over ratty shorts. He looked like he’d just gotten out of the shower. No, he didn’t just look like it.
I was sure Kaian had just gotten out of the shower. When he held up one hand, and started to furiously sign, the jingling noise brought my attention to the cuff attached to his left wrist. “Jem.” He signed his roommate’s name, and I resisted the urge to collapse back into bed. Nothing was good when Jem was involved. I loved my colleague, but the amount of stupid shit he had done since starting work on the island, he could make his own sitcom.
Riss groaned, shutting her laptop. She quickly signed, “What has he done now?”
Kaian’s expression twisted with fury. “What HASN’T he done?” He held up his wrist, signing manically. “He cuffed me to my bed!”
“Kinky.” I shot him a smile, and seeing his expression, I quickly regretted my words when his gaze flashed to a stuffed animal on the floor.
I had no doubt he wouldn’t aim for my face.
“What? Why did he cuff you your bed?” Riss was already pulling on her jacket. I jumped up too, slipping into my sandals.
“Rabbits.” Was all Kaian had to sign with wide eyes, before we were following him back down the dorm hallway, and down the stairs. I was practically falling over myself to keep up. Kaian ran in front, Riss stumbling beside him. If Jem was in the lab after hours, it wasn’t good. Ever since we made the switch from rats to rabbits, Jem had been very vocal that he was against it. But like Quincy said, we had to give up our humanity in that room. Our morals. Anything we thought, our opinions and emotions. We had to suppress it all.
Because once we started to give into them, our professor had proclaimed—that was when cracks would start to form. According to him, the first step in turning your back on science was giving into your humanity. I wasn’t quite there yet. It’s not like I didn’t have intrusive thoughts about saving the poor things, but Quincy had planted a very specific thought in our heads. If we rebelled, if we leaked information and went against him—our families were at risk of getting involved despite having nothing to do with it.
Jem had already submitted multiple complaints, and I didn’t blame him. But it’s not like we could all band together to stop Quincy’s experiments. Like I said, we were walking on eggshells around him and he was already a fairly paranoid man already. And morals and humanity aside, his work was pretty fucking incredible. Disgusting and inhumane? Yes, of course. But truly incredible. The lab was a five minute walk from the dorms. Riss was out of breath as we ran, and I glimpsed a full moon light up the darkening sky, illuminating oblivion in milky white light. “What I don’t understand,” she panted, “Is why cuff you to your bed?”
She turned to Kaian, who signed, “He knew I was going to tell someone. When I got out of the shower, he grabbed me and cuffed me to the frame.” The boy scowled. “I’m going to kill him.” By the time the three of us were throwing ourselves through the doors of the lab, pressing our identity badges over the mechanical lock, I was sweating. Bad. I think all three of us wanted to collectively murder our colleague. The lab was usually out of bounds after work hours, but sometimes Professor Quincy made exceptions if we needed to finish reports or collect data.
Riss was stabbing in the eight digit code to get into Quincy’s office, and I was struggling to catch my breath, keeled over with my hands on my knees. The building was usually lit up, even at night. I had spent countless after work hours typing up research reports and listening to music, comforted by the warm glow from the lights overhead. But that wasn’t the case on that particular night. A coil of dread began to unravel in my gut as we bound down the main hallway which was swamped in darkness. Riss made a joke about failed experiments lurking around us, and I elbowed her sharply in the gut.
Thankfully, Quincy’s main lab was lit up. When the door swung open with a loud beep, the three of us bound straight into a startled looking Jem—whose expression almost matched the ones of the dozen baby rabbits cradled to his chest. If Kaian resembled a Hollywood star, then this guy reminded me more of a punk kid—maybe a theatre kid too. Jem was the wildcard in our group. He wasn’t the smartest, and he struggled sometimes. But Quincy had admired the boy’s curiosity in his research. Jem’s hair was always a mess of dishevelled curls, and his outfit choices were… odd. For example, Jem had opted for wearing pajamas to his rabbit heist.
It was almost like he had an epiphany in his sleep and hurricane thoughts had led him right to the lab. For a moment, I was unsure whether to laugh or start yelling at him. Jem peeked at us under his hood, his eyes almost cartoonishly wide. Like he was a kid being caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. The subjects he was holding seemed to cling onto him, and I had a moment—just a moment—where I cracked slightly. Especially when the largest one’s tiny eyes found mine.
It was frightened, its claws digging into his sleeve. “I can explain.” Jem finally spluttered, pressing the rabbits closer to his chest. “This is animal abuse.” He said in a hiss. “You’re not really going to stand there and watch that bastard hurt these little guys, are you?” I was sure Jem was convinced he could get away with it by showing us the power of cuteness.
I can’t say it wasn’t working. God, the one in the middle with large floppy ears and a brown smudge on its fur was really looking at me.
Like it was staring into my soul.
Next to me, Kaian’s expression was easing a little. He leaned against the door with his arms folded.
“They’re kind of cute.” He signed, smiling for the first time since earlier that morning when Riss spilled orange juice all over herself.
“See?” Jem’s smile was soft, and he gestured to them. “Look at them! They’re adorable. I’m not going to let him hurt them.”
Riss, however, seemed unfazed. She took a step towards him, her eyes darkening. “Are you fucking insane?” she gritted out. “So, what, you want to let Quincy’s test subjects go?”
Jem’s lip curled. “He’s got rats. I’m sure he’ll be fine.” He backed away, clutching the rabbits tighter to his chest. “You’ve seen what he’s done to them,” he whispered—and his gaze flicked to me, and then Kaian. “What WE have done to them. It’s not fair. They’re living creatures, and we’re… we’re hurting them.”
This was what I was afraid of. Ever since the six of us started on the island, and Quincy’s lecture on suppressing our humanity for the sake of science, I knew one of us was going to break when we saw what exactly he was doing to his subjects.
I’m not going to go into detail, because again, I am already putting myself at risk by writing this. But I will say that Quincy’s experiments weren’t.. normal. I’ve already told you they were inhumane and immoral.
But it didn’t end there. You see, our professor was sure—positive that he could ignite a certain part of the human brain with simple stimulation, a hell of a lot of drugs, and psychological tactics. He believed he could find that missing part that is missing in all of us which stops us from being the apex predator.
Abilities way beyond our comprehension.
Professor Quincy had been working his whole life to create a serum which would hack into the mind, and switch on that part of us we cannot find on our own. Rats didn’t give him the right results, so we moved onto rabbits.
So far, I had witnessed a rabbit which could teleport from one cage to the other, after several surgeries, and serum injections directed into its brain.
I thought it was impossible, and yet somehow I was watching it with my own eyes. A living thing disappearing in one place and reappearing in its cage. Through research, we had come to realise the cage was the rabbit’s safe place. Whatever ability it had (and there were many), it would always return to its cage, no matter where we placed them. The serum wasn’t perfect, however. I had witnessed a rabbit interfere with the electronics in the lab, playing with the lights, before exploding into large fleshy chunks painting the metal prongs of its cage a startling gory red.
The rabbit’s in Jem’s arms were our only proof that the serum worked. They were our last surviving four. Subjects 2, 6, 10, and 15. I have to admit, subject 15 freaked me out. Fifteen’s ability was not yet known, but Kaian was sure that it was developing heightened intelligence. I didn’t know much about Fifteen, but from what I did know, there was no fucking way we could let Jem let the little guy run free.
Knowing what they were capable of, and what we could possibly lose if my colleague got his own way, snapped me out of my, “Aww they’re so cute,” trance. I stepped forward, cringing when I glimpsed remnants of the metal headset which had been drilled into Six’s skull.
“Give them here.” I said, and when Jem started to shake his head, I snapped. “Do you want to get fired?”
He wasn’t letting up. “They’re living things, Wren!”
I nodded, trying to keep my cool. “They are.” I said. “But they’re also valuable subjects—one of which can fucking teleport. I wouldn’t exactly say they’re normal rabbits.” I held my breath. “Look.” I gave up acting like I knew what the fuck I was talking about. “I don’t like it either, okay? It’s disgusting and immoral, and findings and psychokinetic abilities aside, I would be totally on your side if we didn’t have results.”
“But we do have results.” Kaian signed. He seemed to have snapped out of it too. “Give them back, Jem. They’re research subjects.”
“They’re rabbits! Have you guys lost your minds?”
“Yes.” Kaian signed. “It’s part of the job description, asshole.”
“You have a dog!” Jem shot back in a manic hiss. His expression was feral. I had never seen that kind of desperation, almost unbridled lucidity let loose. “It’s no different to your dog, right? Would you seriously put him through this? Would you stick a needle inside his skull?”
Kaian didn’t reply, his jaw clenching.
“No. You wouldn’t. So, why these guys, huh? Why are you willing to be cruel for the sake of science for these guys, but you wouldn’t fucking dream of doing this to your pets?” Jem took another shaky step back, so I figured hitting him with the hard truth would snap him out of it.
“It’s not the same,” Kaian seemed to be struggling, his hands trembling as he signed. “It’s… it’s different—”
“What’s different?” Jem demanded. “There’s no difference! If it were a rat I would feel the same way! We’re hurting living animals.”
“Your dad,” I said quickly, “Do you want to drag him into this?”
“Again.” Kaian started to sign, Riss elbowing him to shut up. It was no secret Jem and his father had been under fire back home after discovering a document he shouldn’t have. All he did was read it. According to the boy himself, he had the Men In Black In Black trying to crash through his door at 4am. Jem was lucky Professor Quincy decided to use his curiosity as a tool instead of sending his family to jail.
Jem blinked, like he was waking from a trance. “No.” He said, quickly, his resolve crumbling. My colleague allowed Kaian and Riss to take the subjects and put them back in their cages. I expected him to fight back, but the guy seemed weirdly fine with us taking the rabbits back, stumbling away from them like they were contagious.
With all subjects accounted for, we headed back to the dorms and ate dinner—and I remember running my hands through Jem’s hair, a little bit drunk on cocktails, and promising him that once Professor Quincy was finished with his research, he would let the rabbits go. I wasn’t completely sure of this myself, and it was just a friendly lie to make him feel better, considering he’d been acting weird all night. I had been lazily sipping water to sober myself up when the thought hit me.
It didn’t really make an impact, more of a passing thought. Did subject Fifteen have any influence over Jem’s mind?
Fifteen had already proved it could type a single sentence on a keyboard and tap on a tablet screen to identify certain fruits.
Was if possible that it had developed the ability to influence the brain? I wasn’t sure I wanted an answer to that. Anyway, we all headed to bed, and I made Jem promise he wouldn’t do something like that again. I still remember the way he’d looked at me, slightly confused, mouth open, like he had no idea what I was talking about. I figured he was just tipsy, and after frowning at me for way longer than necessary, Jem saluted me with a “Yeah, course I promise.”
Yeah, that promise lasted maybe six fucking hours.
I was spooning dry cereal in my mouth the next morning, trying to ignore the news bulletin on the TV, when we got the first call. Jem had broken into the lab two hours ago, and let the subjects run free. By the time I’d thrown myself into the lab, barely dressed, the others were already getting screamed at—and I mean SCREAMED at by Quincy. I glimpsed my colleagues through the glass window as I threw myself into a run towards the lab. It looked like they had been dragged out of bed.
Rissa was in her robe, Kaian and Jem half dressed. The three were sitting in the communal area looking like they wanted to sink into the earth, while Quincy’s voice reverberated back down the hallway.
When I stepped through automatic doors, our professor turned to me, his expression thunderous. “Wren!” He passive aggressively gestured to the others. “Why don’t you take a seat, hm?” His British accent was easy to tolerate usually, but that morning he sounded like a fucking Bond villain. I nodded and practically dived next to Risa, who looked like she was ten seconds from wrapping her hands around Jem’s neck. Kaian was glaring at his lap, ignoring the professor’s ASL, and Jem looked—well, he looked kind of confused.
“You’re late.” Quincy turned his piercing gaze to me.
“I’m five minutes early, Professor Quincy.” I said, glancing at the clock to make sure I was right.
The man didn’t respond, turning back to Jem. “As I was saying, I was just letting your colleague know that he has thrown quite a wrench in our plans. But no matter, we can fix this.” He cleared his throat. “Mr Saeueng.” Professor Quincy nodded to Kaian. “There are several research subjects in storage that I have been saving for these kinds of emergencies, “ He said. “Please retrieve them so we can continue working on this project. And hurry up."
Kaian paled. For a moment I thought he was going to barf. “Professor Quincy,” he started to sign, before pausing, “You ordered me to dispose of them two weeks ago,” He shot me a look, and I remembered the two of us loading a cage full of rats into a truck. “We don’t have them.”
The professor’s expression contorted, and he smiled. He… smiled. Like he thought it was funny. “Right.” He said in a breath. “You’re telling me,” He lifted his arm like he was going to strike each of us. And I sensed the four of us collectively wince. “You’re all telling me—all four of you, that our current research subjects are nowhere to be seen, our backup subjects have been disposed of, and I am supposed to be doing a presentation next week?"
His voice cracked. “Next week!” He repeated, beginning to pace, and I was starting to regret choosing my curiosity over my wellbeing. Sure, psychokinetic abilities are cool, right? Cracking open the human brain and discovering something magical, something out of this world, was a dream come true. We were witnessing history being made. What could fundamentally change the world.
But I was sitting inside a lab with a man who was clearly unhinged, thousands of miles from home, and no guarantee I would ever return home. A shiver slid down my spine when our professor stopped pacing up and down, and something seemed to light up in his eyes.
I saw it. Something in his brain… snapped. It was like seeing a real-life light bulb moment. “We’re okay.” He said, after a moment of silence. Quincy seemed to gather himself. “You’re dismissed. I will.. I will get my hands on new research subjects, do not worry about that.” His smile was far too big, and I nodded, relieved, and jumped to my feet, eager to make a quick getaway.
Jem stood up, grabbing his bag. “Will we have time?” He asked. “I mean… the presentation is next week, and we need to start over.”
“That’s right,” Riss was frowning. “Professor, where exactly are you going to get new subjects? Didn’t the college stop funding the project?”
“Hm? Oh, I have subjects,” he chuckled. “I have always had subjects, don’t worry. They have always been my last resort.”
I nodded. “So, do you have spare rats?”
“Makes sense.” Kaian signed. “I bet he has a secret batch somewhere.”
“Precisely, Kaian.” Professor Quincy nodded, a wide smile splitting his lips apart.
“So, rats?” I pressed. He still was yet to answer my question and I was growing anxious of what these subjects were.
It must have been rabbits, surely. Rabbits were our best shot at getting results. Rats worked well, I guessed. But not as good as rabbits.
He caught my eye, and something cold slipped down my spine when the man’s grin didn’t waver. “You could say they’re rats.” He seemed to be drinking me in, his gaze flicking up and down, from my head to my toes. “And don’t worry. They will be ready for the presentation. I will make sure."
“Well, that’s great.” Jem’s expression brightened. “So, we didn’t have to use rabbits after all, huh? Who would have thought.”
To my surprise, the professor was in unusually high spirits. After a lecture repeating his insistence that we had to supress our humanity for the sake of science (which was mostly aimed at Jem) He flocked to his desk, sorting through paperwork, and leaving the room several times to take part in phone calls. He must have really been pushing to get new living materials. I noticed his hands were quivering. Was it fear?
Without a word, Quincy left the lab with an armful of paperwork. When Riss asked what we were supposed to do, he told us to stay exactly where we were, while he retrieved new research materials. Great.
With the professor gone, it didn’t take long before Riss was trying to strangle Jem, acting like it was playful, but the look in her eyes definitely had a more nefarious intent.
Kaian, being the smartass of our group, was already sorting through our day’s work, as if we hadn’t just lost our subjects. The lab was pretty much our playground (The professor’s words, not mine) but there was a specific room which was out of bounds. Quincy called it the FAIL room, where all of his failed experiments were. Living or dead, or preserved in some weird solution, the exact reason I was convinced he was unhinged, was in that room. I didn’t realise it was unlocked, until a crashing sound sent me jumping up from my chair, my heart catapulting into my throat.
Jem and Rissa looked up from their work, and I noticed Kaian’s seat was empty.
“That sounds ominous.” Jem shot me a look. “Did he…”
“He didn’t.” I muttered, my gaze flicking to the other side of the room, where, to my surprise, the room which had always been out of bounds, was in fact open. Before I could hesitate or think of the consequences, I hurried to the door, coming to a grinding halt on the threshold.
I was aware of my colleague’s shadow several feet away from me. I was aware of the petrified look of fright carved into his face, and his eyes, wide, like he was staring into oblivion. Like the darkness had already taken him.
Instead of finding Kaian, I was seeing what I can only describe as several lumps piled on top of each other. When I got closer, forcing my feet into submission, those lumps bled into very human-like figures wrapped in see-through plastic. For a disorienting seconds, while my head spun around and around, a slithery paste crawling up my throat, I saw them as nothing but lumps of naked flesh bulging through plastic.
But then I was recognising faces, faces I knew--faces which had been mutilated, stained a startling scarlet like they had been dipped in the reddest paint available. I knew the first lump. Sara. She went home two weeks earlier due to illness. The following fleshy lump with its face ripped off, which I could no longer call human, was Thomas. He too went home for a family emergency and never came back.
Quincy said they had both requested to leave. He said they would miss us, but it was too much. Seeing what we were doing was too much for them. They couldn’t suppress their emotions. Sara and Thomas had never left. They never went home—they were right in front of me, reduced to chunks of flesh and bodily organs.
There was a white strip of paper attached to both of them, a single word written in bold lettering.
That word sent my stomach heaving, my feet stumbling back, and my body erupting into fight or flight.
Kaian twisted around, his face illuminated in dim light flickering from a bulb above.
“Out.” He signed, and it was the desperation in his eyes, the heaving breaths struggling from his lips, which got me moving. I was pressing my hand over my mouth, muffling a sharp scream ripping from my throat, when Kaian grabbed my arm and dragged me back. I was barely conscious of getting out of that room before the alarms started, sending me to my knees.
“What the hell is that?” Riss was next to me, her voice shrill.
Jem had his hands planted over his ears, his hand wrapped around a hysterical Kaian. “Wren, what is it? What’s in there?”
I couldn’t reply. Instead of trying to speak or explain, I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the door. Kaian and Jem were already on the hallway, and I was barely slipping back through the automatic doors, before they slammed shut, and a familiar voice crackled over the speakers. “Stay where you are.” Professor Quincy said. “We will be returning to work very soon. By the grace of god, I have found subjects.”
My blood ran ice-cold in my veins.
He was talking about us.
"What the fuck?!" Jem yelled. "What are you talking about?"
I didn’t think. I just ran. And sprinting down that hallway, which was familiar, which had always felt like a second home to me, I had no idea it would become my prison.
It would become the very hallway I would wish to die on.
The hallway I would be dragged down, day after day, while my mind was picked apart.
Ahead of us, the doors were shutting, red lights bathing our faces. I remember how scared they were. Jem, who reached the exit doors, slamming his fists into the glass. Riss, trying to override the mechanical lock. Kaian, who had given up, dropped onto his knees, and pulled them to his chest. When gas filled the air, I was still trying to get through the door. Riss had forced Kaian to his feet, and Jem was trying to find any weapon in his vicinity.
But there were no weapons. There was just the four of us against a gas which was quickly disorienting us. When black spots started to dance across my vision, and Jem’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his body dropping to the floor, I was thinking about Subject Fifteen. I was thinking about its beady eyes when I bit my lip and drilled into its tiny skull under my professor’s gaze. Riss dropped next.
I was quickly losing consciousness, my clammy head pressed against glass, clawing at the lock, when the thought hit me.
We deserved it.
For what we had done to those rabbits, playing god, and trying to turn them into something they weren’t—we deserved it.
Whatever my professor was planning to do to us, I had an inkling it would be far worse than what the rabbits had endured. We were going to suffer, I thought dizzily.
And I can tell you, three years later, as I currently share a hotel room with three murderers, my past self was fucking right.
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2023.02.02 22:09 CovidExpert It feels eerily quiet.
Covid’s wound down to the point of vaccines being only for over 50s in the UK. The Ukraine Russia war is at a standstill. Ongoing, but no closer to a ceasefire while escalation threats continue. Excess deaths hang near 20% - 30% around the world. Politics are politics. The usual theatre of right vs left. Finally, the sun’s activity is high and could be very disruptive to life on earth.
All above considered – this feel like a waiting game. Do you feel the same or do you expect something will kick off soon?
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2023.02.02 22:09 Humble-Effort216 How can I overcome perfectionism and analysis paralysis?
I am guilty of constantly Googling and looking up on YouTube the right answers. I am always searching for the next best thing, and looking for how to spend my time perfectly, yet spend it searching for these things. It’s an effective form of procrastination…
“What is the right productivity system?” “What is the right workout routine?” “What is the right decision?” “What are the top 10 life hacks?” “How do i even live?”
I cannot start anything or do anything without looking up how to properly do it or how to properly do it the best way. I came home from college and am now at home taking two easy online courses. I’m 19 y/o and have no job. I’m an only child, and I am incredibly lonely, since my friends are off at college.
How can I overcome this perfectionism and make the following months the best I can?
Help is appreciated, God bless
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2023.02.02 22:08 Dramatically_Average Please help me figure out the logistics of feeding a puppy with high needs (not a nutrition question)
I have 2 dogs, Lana (4 1/2) and Rowan (7 months). I posted here before about Rowan's needs before I was able to get him to a vet. He came to me malnourished and I was trying to prevent refeeding syndrome. I've had him 2 1/2 months now and he's grown from 16 lbs to 39 lbs. He looks like he's got some growth stunting in his legs, but he's doing quite well, considering his rough start.
My issue is that Rowan appears to have reflux, mostly set off by having an empty stomach. Vet consult says he needs to eat more frequently, especially approaching bedtime, so he isn't empty for so long. This is proving incredibly hard, logistically. Before this dx, I was feeding Rowan 3 times a day, around 7 a.m., 1 p.m., and 6 p.m. My guidance now is to try to feed him later in the afternoon and around 9 p.m.
As an example, I'm now feeding him at 7 a.m., 3 p.m., 9 p.m. This is insane. Rowan is hungry long before 3 and I've had to split a feeding amount again so I'm feeding him 4 times a day. He's back to eating at around noon and then again around 4. I feel like I'm feeding a newborn. I can't go anywhere because I have to time it so I'm here to feed him. I work from home so I'm usually here, but god forbid I need to go buy groceries and be away for more than a few hours. (And it seems to be working because he's doing better with the nighttime feeding.)
To make it more complicated, Lana wants to eat (or at least have food presented to her) when Rowan does. So now I'm juggling 2 dogs with 4 feedings, and only one of them really wants to eat. I can sort of handle Lana's peculiarities. I can give her a treat instead of a meal and she seems pretty content, but she's certainly wondering why the baby gets the special treatment and gives me all sorts of stinkeye.
Is there another way to deal with this? Is is possible to go back to the old schedule and give Rowan something easy but calorie-dense closer to bedtime? Should I be carving up a cheese wheel for these dogs? Help, please.
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2023.02.02 22:07 13-PurpleMonkey I hate baby blanket posts
Pretty much every single baby blanket post in the crochet sub is my BEC. People whining that the parents didn’t like it. People whining that the parents never use it. People whining that the parents had the audacity to machine wash their precious creation. Ugly, basic-ass blankets that I wouldn’t show in public, let alone give as a gift.
If you’re thinking about spending a large amount of time and/or money on a handmade gift, how about you ask the parents if they’d actually want and use the blanket before you make it? And for the love of god, any item meant to be used on a baby should probably be easily washed. Babies often covered in all kinds of grossness. If you think I’m going to hand wash in specialty detergent and gently lay flat to dry a blanket covered in the results of a diaper blowout while sleep deprived, then good luck.
I fully realize that this is a “me” thing and quite a few people like making baby blankets or receiving them. As a concept they’re not horrible. But so many of the posts around them are a mess of self centered delusions.
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2023.02.02 22:07 Delicious-Ad4799 Doors lock at 4 minutes
How many of you take cancel while the pax is standing at the car? I do. After 4 minutes and a bit my policy is not to pick up. I lock the doors, hide, even if they show up they are not getting in. It was very inconsiderate to make a driver wait that long. Another thing I do if rider inconsiderate is drive away and do nothing. They are stuck until the cancel. Anyone else at war with inconsiderate pax?
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2023.02.02 22:07 Pearlsnivy I know I can't be the only one feeling this.
I swear to god. Me and my class are 8th grade and we're studying poetry stuff. Stuff like Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost. There's one thing about poets like them that I honestly don't understand. The use of big words and confusing sentences. I swear I read one of those poems millions of times over and I only understand like 4% of the damn poem. And it's the same thing with Social Studies. People like George Washington writing notes with fancy words and complicated sentences. But in the case of social studies I can at least understand why they did that.
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2023.02.02 22:07 PrincessM0M0 My Last letter to the best dog ever. Sharing this so everyone can know how much I love you. Thank you for everything.
it’s been a day since you went away and I can’t stop crying, everything I do reminds me of you. You were always around, always there. for the first time after losing you and coming home I felt the haunting silence… all I could think about is how much I’ll miss you bark, your exciting energy to see us, your wagging tail, and the zoomies you did when we came home after a long day.
I’ll miss you jumping all over me, and licking my face. I don’t even care about the pimples anymore. I’ll miss you getting my clothes dirty from going on long walks with you because you refused to sit anywhere else. I’ll miss your big gigantic eyes when you saw us eat food and I’ll miss playing with that laser you love that drove you nuts.
I love you so much it hurts.
Whenever someone comes over or rings the bell I’ll think about you.
When I go up the stairs I’ll think about you.
When I go on adventures, and walks I’ll think about you and how badly I wish you were with me.
You were the best homie anyone could ask for.
You always had mom and dads back. I can proudly say we always had yours too, no one messes with our pack.
You’ll always be with me, it’s so hard to say goodbye. So I’ll see you soon, my best boy ever.
We got you on Christmas, and you turned my world upside down with so much joy and happiness you spread into our lives, I’ll never forget you.
When we found out about your heart condition mom and dad were so heartbroken, but I told dad it was like the story of the grinch. Your heart just grew two sizes two big because you had so much love in your heart. Mom and dad wanted to give you the world, so we took you everywhere we went, “no pets allowed” didn’t stop us. We went to malls, restaurants, car rides, and more. you made so many friends along the way, and we created these incredible memories with you. All these crazy adventures made you so tough, you wouldn’t care how big a dog or person was you always stood your ground and told them off. Always protecting us the way we protected you, my little old grumpy man. I can’t see my life without you. But I’m so relieved you don’t have to spend your life without us.
I prayed to god not to let him take you, but now I’ll pray you’re in a better place with all the comfort you deserve. I’m so grateful I had one more chance to tell you how much mom and dad loved you. I’m so grateful I got to be by your side one last time and although it was so unexpected…I’m so grateful I took you to pet land on our final moments, and I got you that burger patty. I’m so freaking grateful I didn’t leave you at home alone and that you were able to hear mom and dad tell you how much you mean to us.
You made mom a better person. You inspired me to pursue being a vet, to be more compassionate, I learned so much about myself. You taught mom how to love unconditionally, and what loyalty is. You taught me to be a better person, and I hope I can honor you by being better everyday.
I love you so much you’re the best damn dog ever. I hope you’re kicking butt wherever you are and know I’m coming for you because we will always be together.
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2023.02.02 22:06 bienshee I hate this cycle
Currently in my “recovery era” (lmao my ass is binging) and I got this bag of granola two days ago and it’s literally almost done. Nobody else touched the bag except me. I’m so embarrassed 💀
Anyway these past three-four days I’ve eaten so much past my TDEE and I definitely reset 2-4 weeks of restriction. At least I’m lowkey enjoying the food, I had pasta and bagels (with cream cheese) and other goodies that I haven’t had in a while so that’s good.
Eating has been fun but I think it’s time to go right back to my foolishness 😔
I plan on restricting again once Saturday hits which dear god I’m sick of this cycle but I can’t help but do it. It’s like a twisted game. I lose for the sake of gaining it back then losing it all again.
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2023.02.02 22:06 MountainMaintenance8 Any 'Documentary-Style' Horror Audio Dramas
So after remembering how much shows like the Blackwood, Black Tapes, Rabbits, and Tanis had so much potential but squandered it by doing jack shit with their paranormal concepts, I began wondering if there were any similar shows with a simillar 'documentary style' to their narrative
The shows you recommend, must meet all the criteria below. 1. Strictly looking for stuff pretending to be a documentary
. Must feature things like a narrator and interviews with eyewitnesses. 2. Must involve paranormal entities. Otherwise I'm not interested. No crime-dramas please. Shit like that bores me to tears. 3. Must have a full cast. 4. Not looking for real documentaries on the paranormal. Purely fiction. 5
. Not looking for for stuff like Old God's of Appalachia, The White Vault, and the Magnus Archives, I love those shows, but they don't have the narrative structure I am looking for at this moment. I'm looking for docu-dramas in the vein of works such as Savageland (2015). 6
. For suggestions already given to me in the past, see here (https://www.reddit.com/audiodrama/comments/vj2zf4/any_good_supernatural_horror_fiction_like/).
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2023.02.02 22:06 Happy_Adagio9899 Things my perverted overt nmother said/says:
• “Trust me.” • “I am your mother, I can’t do any wrong to you.” Me: “Just because you’re my mother doesn’t mean you’re a good person.” (shunned silence after) • “How can I, your mother, ever harm my son?” • “I’m 100% innocent.” (bull) • “I fed you, clothed you, provided you everything all these years, and you still think I am a bad person?” •(when she is lying) “I’m not lying. Why would I lie to my son?” •“I swear on the heavens.” (sometimes she says God) •”God made me your mother, so I tried my best to take care of you.” • “Why should I do this?” • “Why am I doing everything?” • “You, come here and do this!” • (complaining tone) “Ugh, it’s so cold.” • (confusing my brothers’ and my Korean names despite all of us living together for 14+ years) • (insulting grunt or jeer when I make a small mistake normal people do) • (frustrated sigh that really irritates me) • “얘 좀봐“ - “Look at this kid.” • (she took a picture of me a long time ago during COVID and said this to herself) “Would’ve looked cuter without the mask.” • (she has been and still is a disgusting pervert) “I’m not interested in your butt.” • (to my scapegoat younger brother) “F-ck you!” “죽을래?! (Want to die?) 죽을래?!” • (when I have just a little sore throat and I tell her I am not in pain and she still says this in a pesky, obsessive way) “Does your throat hurt?” • (when I got disappointed that Hofstra didn’t award me $77,500 as they falsely said on the student portal - Hofstra is my top pick because I must dorm to escape this hell) “(complacently and contently) Don’t complain.” • (I went on my senior trip and told my mother we had a fourth guy join our group as we were one person short)
“Was he Chinese or American?” • (my mother was telling my brothers and I a story on the news where a kid shot his family and others) “That’s why you need to watch out for non-Christians.” • (when my mother offers me and only me a dish she knows I hate) “Here, try this, it’s good!” • (to my scapegoat middle child younger brother) “Why are you like this? Look at your older brother!” (me, golden child) • (to my lovebombed youngest brother, who’s treated like a baby) “Don’t let other people control your life.” (she literally controls my life though, what a hypocrite) • (literally the moment I earned $500 from my church for volunteer work over the summer) “I will put it into your account. I promise I won’t spend it.” (she put it in two months later after spending some of it for unknown reasons) • (her explaining why she didn’t put the $500 in yet) “I haven’t deposited your summer tuition fee (not sure why she referred to it like this) yet in order to register for FAFSA.” (this was terrible wording that was left unexplained until way after, when she said that it was so that my balance wasn’t too high in order to gain more FAFSA benefits. That's why I knew it was a rushed out excuse.) • (her after sneaking kimchi, something I for some reason hate, in a dish she gave me - and I very well made my family know I hated it) “(nonchalantly) Eat up!” • (I was around 5-7 and my mother was trying to feed me a yellow tomato) “It’s a yellow grape, not a tomato.” (I knew that was bull, but trusted her anyway and got disappointed. This was the first time I remember my mother lying to me out of many.) • (when I confronted my efather and mother and brought up all of my mother’s sins, perfectly recorded in my journal) “I don’t remember this. When did this happen?” • (way back then when I used to bring up things my mother did to us in the past, this was before I had access to my journal.) “You don’t know exactly when I did this, so you have no proof that I did this!”
OR “That happened too long ago, forget it already.” • (one day I was getting my senior trip form notarized when my mother kept urging me to go forward whenever we entered a building so that she could stare at my ass while holding the door) “(sharp, beckoning grunt with a pointing finger)” • (for a long time during my childhood but not anymore, my mother always forcibly inspected my body when testing clothes in a mall - she told me to keep coming in and out of the fitting room so she could examine) “Let me see if it fits.” • (after I taste a food and dislike it, she says this to my father) “He doesn’t know how to eat.” •(after she summoned my efather to defend her against me because I showed resistance) Me: “(pissed) Look at you, hiding behind my father again so that you both can beat me up emotionally!” Nmother: “I’m not hiding.”
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2023.02.02 22:06 primeukbot God Of War Ragnarok (PS5) (preowned) £38.99 @ boomerangrentals via eBay
2023.02.02 22:05 ChamarMoore DC Comics changed Steppenwolf's design to look like the Snyder Cut version and it looks really out of place next to the colorful other New Gods (From Monkey Prince issue 0)
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2023.02.02 22:05 mauro_collado Wonder what does she mean by that Yuuki will be surprised to meet one of them? what if he's more than just human?.
2023.02.02 22:05 Digital-Chupacabra Day 33 - A Fish Folk priest!
Rising out of the lake (see Room 1
) this island, is a massive stalagmite
that has broken off a foot above the waterline.
In the midst of the island a stone sculpture
of an obese fish headed eel
, rearing up and peering down
Laid before the statue, are flat baskets of woven reeds
, each one contains mounds of rotting fish
, shiny and polished tickets
, jugs of slim
, and other offerings.
As you peer through the gloom
at the island, a Fish Folk in a hooded purple robe dirty with grime
, steps from behind the status, raising a staff and gesturing at you widely.
- This is one of many shrines that the Fish Folk have erected, the offerings here are recent.
- The priest, is welcoming the players to the island, and asking them to make an offering in exchange for a blessing.
- The priest, is concerned that their deity is being forgotten and so welcomes the players, and openly offers aid.
Rumor & Local Lore
- The fish folk, don't have a deities in the way other folk do. Instead they create deities as they need them, discarding these gods as soon as it suits them.
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2023.02.02 22:05 CecliusPlaysHD GOD OF WAR RAGNAROK Walkthrough Gameplay Part 29 - NIFLHEIM (PS5)
2023.02.02 22:05 atgunner First great night with BiPap!
After years of terrible sleep, I finally did a sleep study through Lofta earlier this month and was diagnosed with complex apnea and hypersomnia: OSA 66.7 AHI, CSA 9.8 AHI. I was prescribed a bipap and purchased an AirCurve 10 that I received exactly a week ago.
The first few nights, I tried the Airfit P10i I ordered and couldn't get more than 2 hours a night before I ripped it off. I was pretty discouraged, but watched some youtube videos and decided to order all the parts from amazon for a Dreamwear full-face mask. Buying the parts individually saved me about $25 versus buying it straight up. I thought I would hate the full face mask, but it's actually way, way, way more comfortable than the nasal pillows for me. With that mask on Monday and Tuesday, I hit the 4 hour mark each night before ripping the mask off. Progress!
Last night, exactly one week from getting my machine, I fell asleep quicker than ever. I slept hard. Mask didn't bother me one bit and I finally made it a full 6 hours. I woke up today feeling better than I have in god knows how long. My apnea events are under 5. It's incredible and I feel amazing.
If you're new to this and struggling with the transition, just keep it up! Sit in bed with your mask on for 15-20 minutes before you try to sleep. Turn off any ramp settings to help your body get used to it quicker. Find a mask that both fits and feels comfortable. And don't get discouraged if you have a bad night. It takes time to adjust and you'll get there!
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2023.02.02 22:05 GigaGrug Military Recruitment Psyop Tiktok Girl update
This has been covered on War Is Boring but here are more details + the e-girl discord leaks.
Earlier this week, Haylie Lujan, haylujan on Instagram, lunchboxlujan on Tiktok, a request for people to make up rumors about her, on both platforms. https://lensdump.com/i/TjzLQQ https://lensdump.com/i/TjzD7x
She also started promoting an Instagram page called sikeops which was counting down to a reveal date. She had recently attended SHOT show, a trade show in Las Vegas, and posed in an erotic photoshoot for Weapon Outfitters. Haylie has no experience in the tactical or firearms industry, although she is considered by many to be an attractive female.
Shortly afterwards, the user crimes.man on Instagram posted comments that there was an unreleased sex tape or images, related to an encounter at a SHOT show afterparty. Many users began to theorize that this countdown was a reveal to the launch of an OnlyFans page, and that she knew she had intimate images circulating, and was going to monetize herself before they were widely spread. https://lensdump.com/i/Tjz5To
That night, as the sikeops account ended the countdown and revealed the launch of a psyops themed patch and clothing line, Haylie direct messaged that individual, who replied to her with an image of Hunter Biden smoking crack, followed by a Jeffrey Dahmer meme and images and video of a Trijicon ACOG being mutilated with a dremel tool.
At this time, many Instagram users were complaining on posts by sikeops and saying that they never got any 'merch' that they paid for in 2022 from an earlier patch or shirt sale Haylie orchestrated. https://lensdump.com/i/TjeZdK
Following that, Haylie posted the DMexchange to her story in the form of a video narration and screenshots of the DMs, claiming to have 'rizzed up' crimes.man and that 'like all incels' he immediately melted and 'tried to show off a scope' to her.
(An Instagram Story is an in-app feature that allows users to post photos or videos that automatically disappear within 24 hours.) https://lensdump.com/i/TjSLNC https://lensdump.com/i/TjSYW5 https://lensdump.com/i/TjSuLT https://lensdump.com/i/TjSDGb https://lensdump.com/i/TjSflr
She continued on, claiming that because of the markings on the scope, it's owner could be directly identified. She then added a screenshot of a text message from Ron, from Weapon Outfitters, where Ron said that the scope was clearly the craftsmanship of a CNC operator with the username wop.dillo, and that he had been fired from FN for a negligent discharge.
She then proceeded to identify and post the personal information of wop.dillo in her story, and claimed in a video posted to this story that she was 'untrollable' and that because of her military intelligence resources, no one could hide from her, including crimes.man who she stated was an angry virgin who lived in a basement with his grandmother.
A few hours later, she deleted these story posts, although screenshots and recordings are circulating. wop.dillo threatened legal action against Weapon Outfitters. The following day, Weapon Outfitters posted an apology as a standard image post on both their Instagram and Facebook. Haylie also copied this apology in her regular, non-story Instagram posts. Comments were disabled in all of these posts. Although these posts got thousands of likes, they were removed later. https://lensdump.com/i/TjSFXF https://lensdump.com/i/TjScr3 https://lensdump.com/i/TjSX40 https://lensdump.com/i/TjSbND https://lensdump.com/i/TjSGaQ https://lensdump.com/i/TjeWrx https://lensdump.com/i/Tjei4H https://lensdump.com/i/TjejP1
Around the same time, crimes.man posted his side of the DMs, which showed the details of her opening a conversation by insulting him, and his reply in the form of a Jeffrey Dahmer meme from the recent film, Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story (TV Mini Series 2022), encouraging her to "hang out and watch a movie," followed by the mutilation of the ACOG.
In these revealed DMs, she also claimed to be associated with the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives, and that he was going to be visited by them.
The next day, crimes.man's story featured a screen recording of an extensive audio apology sent to him via DM from Lujan. In it, she states that she couldn't post it to her own story because it wouldn't be fair to the brands who paid money for highlights there, if he was promoted for free. He concluded this by saying the matter was closed and asked 'for no one to harass or contact anyone involved'. https://files.catbox.moe/oglodw.mp4 https://files.catbox.moe/i0y6nk.mp4 https://files.catbox.moe/xb07l1.mp4
Later last night, leaks of Lujan making extremely racist comments in a Discord server were combined with clips from her apology, and posted on various darkweb discussion boards, along with some images alleging cosmetic surgery and pictures of her without freckles, alleging that her freckles are artificial. https://files.catbox.moe/keq0hb.mp4 https://files.catbox.moe/jch25q.mp4 https://files.catbox.moe/x85p2v.mp4 https://lensdump.com/i/TjeIic
Crimes Man is widely known in private tactical/firearms industry circles to be the personal troll account of 'Tactical Shit' owner TJ Kirgin. Faceless is a known associate.
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