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2019.01.19 01:35 themanhimself2 ClassicSlicks: subreddit devoted to men’s vintage hairstyles.

Welcome to ClassicSlicks.This is a subreddit devoted to men’s classic/vintage hairstyles. We encourage you to post images of your hair and or old images of men with classic hairstyles. We also allow question or suggestions related to styling hair and hair products
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2023.05.30 12:25 Aliebthinf I’m a disgusting girl

I am such a degenerate disgusting girl, sometimes I feel like I’m a neckbeard in a girls body.
I’m unattractive (as much as I try to look good) like my eyes have absolutely 0 soul in them. There is nothing behind my eyes, nothing.
I’m lazy as shit and all I do is sit in my room thinking of disgusting things.
Im not sure if it’s because my dad used to abuse me or cause I was severely bullied or something or what but I spend about 99% of my time in my room thinking about this weird man I fancy and how I want to do disgusting things to him, like I want to hurt him and stuff. I’ve been like this for a long time. I’m not doing well mentally either and my breasts are literally covered in injected wounds inflicted by myself. I’m trying to stop the self harm but it’s all I have.
In my head I’m still eleven years old to the point I talk like I’m eleven and do stupid shit like bounce and fingerpaint and stammer my words like a kid when I’m out and talk in this high pitched voice and rock back and forth, spelling words wrong and I even start crying and wondering why everybody bullies me cause I can actually get into that weird childlike state where I’m still being kicked at school, it’s fucking odd.
I don’t feel human either, like am convinced I’m a alien or something . Indigo child idk.
I don’t go outside ever either, my diet is shit, I am vegan and try to reflect that with everything I do yet I haven’t touched a vegetable in so long. I’m scared of vacuum cleaners so my room is a shit tip too.
I was a ‘gifted’ child growing up but I’ve become dumb. I have no friends, no interests but wanking, crocheting, watching videos of nonces getting caught and Chris chan on YouTube and listening to dogshit music like throbbing gristle. I’m diagnosed with depression and autism and some shit called egomania but now I’m having mental assessments for fucking bipolar and psychosis and ocd and all this shit I don’t want but my nasty genes gave me anyways cos everyone in my family is ill.
I started self harming at 10, cutting chunks out of my hands and I still do it now cause there’s no other way to feel better anymore. But I’m also so up and down, I can go weeks without sleeping and bashing my head against the wall from pure fucking ecstasy because I’m gods gift to humanity or something. Then the next day I’m slicing my nipples open and sticking needles in myself and crying and planning my suicide for another few weeks soooooo.
I’m on antidepressants and they taste like shit too. I dread waking up to take them. I just feel numb on them.
All I want is young Genesis p-orridge from the 70s-80s. I’m like those men that have Waifus but for him, he’s my perfect scapegoat for all the nasty shit I want to do to men like I spend about 12 hours a day thinking about raping him, I’m also secretly into necrophilia and cannibalism but I would never tell anybody. It’s not even an edgy thing like I struggle with these thoughts, I can’t just like guys normally. Help I’m such a coomer
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2023.05.30 12:11 Aliebthinf I’m a girl but i’m such a disgusting coomer

I am such a degenerate disgusting girl, sometimes I feel like I’m a neckbeard in a girls body.
I’m unattractive (as much as I try to look good) like my eyes have absolutely 0 soul in them. There is nothing behind my eyes, nothing.
I’m lazy as shit and all I do is sit in my room thinking of disgusting things.
Im not sure if it’s because my dad used to abuse me or cause I was severely bullied or something or what but I spend about 99% of my time in my room thinking about this weird man I fancy and how I want to do disgusting things to him, like I want to hurt him and stuff. I’ve been like this for a long time. I’m not doing well mentally either and my breasts are literally covered in injected wounds inflicted by myself. I’m trying to stop the self harm but it’s all I have.
In my head I’m still eleven years old to the point I talk like I’m eleven and do stupid shit like bounce and fingerpaint and stammer my words like a kid when I’m out and talk in this high pitched voice and rock back and forth, spelling words wrong and I even start crying and wondering why everybody bullies me cause I can actually get into that weird childlike state where I’m still being kicked at school, it’s fucking odd.
I don’t feel human either, like am convinced I’m a alien or something . Indigo child idk.
I don’t go outside ever either, my diet is shit, I am vegan and try to reflect that with everything I do yet I haven’t touched a vegetable in so long. I’m scared of vacuum cleaners so my room is a shit tip too.
I was a ‘gifted’ child growing up but I’ve become dumb. I have no friends, no interests but wanking, crocheting, watching videos of nonces getting caught and Chris chan on YouTube and listening to dogshit music like throbbing gristle. I’m diagnosed with depression and autism and some shit called egomania but now I’m having mental assessments for fucking bipolar and psychosis and ocd and all this shit I don’t want but my nasty genes gave me anyways cos everyone in my family is ill.
I started self harming at 10, cutting chunks out of my hands and I still do it now cause there’s no other way to feel better anymore. But I’m also so up and down, I can go weeks without sleeping and bashing my head against the wall from pure fucking ecstasy because I’m gods gift to humanity or something. Then the next day I’m slicing my nipples open and sticking needles in myself and crying and planning my suicide for another few weeks soooooo.
I’m on antidepressants and they taste like shit too. I dread waking up to take them. I just feel numb on them.
All I want is young Genesis p-orridge from the 70s-80s. I’m like those men that have Waifus but for him, he’s my perfect scapegoat for all the nasty shit I want to do to men like I spend about 12 hours a day thinking about raping him, I’m also secretly into necrophilia and cannibalism but I would never tell anybody. It’s not even an edgy thing like I struggle with these thoughts, I can’t just like guys normally. Help I’m such a coomer
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2023.05.30 12:00 Black_creature Asian Hair Inspiration: Explore the Best Hairstyles for Men

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2023.05.30 06:30 farmer_giles91 12 Days Honeymoon in Tokyo & Kawaguchiko with tips and observations

I just had my honeymoon (originally scheduled for Jun 2020). My wife and I are in our early thirties. It’s my wife’s first time in japan while it’s my fourth. I’ve benefitted immensely from stalking Tokyo travel reddit and would like to return the favour. I’ll provide some of my tips and observations to the end (skip to the end if the itinerary doesn’t interest you), some of which I think haven’t been mentioned before.
Thank God pretty much everything went to plan, and my wife thoroughly enjoyed the trip. We spent 12 days in Japan, most of it in Tokyo and 2 nights in Kawaguchiko. Many people were surprised to know that we’d be spending most of our trip in Tokyo, but I thought it was just fine because Tokyo had a lot to offer. My wife and I aren’t big on visiting shrines or ticking tourist hotspots off a checklist. We don’t shop much, but we did a lot of it simply because it’s Japan and we bought lots of quality-of-life items (not fashion) for ourselves and others. Given how much my wife really enjoyed the trip, I think others with similar interests could find something helpful too.
Pre-trip planning
Planning during the trip
Day 0 (Wed) 17 May - Arrival at Haneda Airport to hotel in Shinjuku
Arrived in Haneda late, about 11pm. Clearance was quick but baggage took 30mins. As I wouldn't make my stipulated airport limousine timing, I had no choice but to cancel my airport limousine and take the metro to our hotel in Shinjuku. I tried Apple wallet’s Suica at first. It worked seamlessly but I felt that a physical metro card was just faster so I eventually switched over. We reached after midnight, so do let your hotel know in advance if you anticipate arriving at odd hours.
Day 1 (Thurs) - Shinjuku exploration
Originally planned to visit Tsukiji on day 1, but given that we arrived late the previous night, agreed with my wife to change the plan and spend the first day doing the Shinjuku itinerary.
Day 2 (Fri) - Kappabashi St., Fabric Town, Akihabara
Day 3 (Sat) - Cooking class in Shinjuku, Shibuya
Day 4 (Sun) - Komazawa Church, Harajuku, Shibuya
Day 5 (Mon) - Tsukiji Market, Ginza Muji/Uniqlo, Tokyo station
Day 6 (Tue) - Tokyo National Museum, Fabric town revisit, Akihabara revisit, Ochanomizu
Day 7 (Wed) - Shinjuku Gyoen Garden, Mori Museum, Ginza Wakamatsu, Shinjuku
Day 8 (Thurs) - Kawaguchiko
Day 9 (Fri) - Fuji Q Highland, Shimoyoshida Honcho St, Batting Cage
Planning for Fuji Q & Morning Jog: I didn’t plan to go to Fuji-Q highland before the trip. Always felt it a bit of a waste to visit amusement parks overseas. That’s until I realised that Fuji Q had some of the most exciting (I mean world-record-holding) rollercoasters in the world. Maybe they don't hold the records anymore, but that intrigued me enough, because most amusement parks only had 1-2 coasters. Problem was that wife is terrified, and she said cycling on the streets of Kawaguchiko was already like a coaster ride for her. Still, I'm really thankful she encouraged me to go and said she was happy waiting and taking pictures for me. So I decided I would reach at opening time, and buy time by paying for the fast passes and try their top three coasters. The night before, we felt that we had to make decisions on our itinerary as it was our last day at Kawaguchiko. If Mt Fuji still wasn’t visible the next day, we'd go to Oshino Hakkai, if it was, we could try going to Shimoyoshida to get a nice picture.
Day 10 (Sat) - Kichijoji, Ghibli Museum, Kichijoji Jazz bar
Woke up before sunrise for a run and to attempt to catch a sunrise picture of Mount Fuji. Streets were completely empty. Even ran to the famous Kawaguchiko Lawson for a picture. Headed back for an onsen bathe (note: we never used the room's shower, and always went for an onsen bath throughout our stay in Kawaguchiko as it was just too convenient). Took a 7am bus to return to Shinjuku.
Day 11 (Sun) - Tokyo Sky Tree, Shinjuku, Back to Kichijoji, Shibuya
It was a crazy day where we simply hit the places we wanted to revisit regardless of proximity. Headed to Tokyo Skytree in the morning to check out another Ghibli store in hopes of getting another Ghibli shirt; reason was because I ended up buying one at the museum I really loved (made in Japan, beautiful colour, perfect fit. I hesitated at first because I couldn't try it). If you’re not going to the Ghibli museum, this is probably the best store available for Ghibli goods. Alas, the museum's items were really quite exclusive. Headed to Shinjuku to try curry udon, then to Kichijoji to try satou beef balls and dangos and to make some purchasing decisions on some sports equipment. Then we ended up at Shibuya (my favourite place!) to the mega Don Quijote and Tokyu Hands to shop for gifts for others. It was a lovely end to our trip!
Day 12 (Mon) - Back home
Best trip ever, says my wife.
Tips for travellers
Observations
I've decided not to mention the specific food places as far as possible because I think there's more than enough recommendations available elsewhere. I also think sometimes that we get a bit fomo if we build up too many must-go spots. Enjoy the process of discovering new places! But feel free to ask me more if you like.
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2023.05.30 03:35 Kinsey916 Record of Subreddit, chapter 2

Two men with a stretcher pick up Tojo as Diver walks limply to the exit. After a few hours of reconstruction on the stage, Apple introduces the next fighter. They snap their finger and point to the East entrance.

Apple: "In a modern world, there's a hidden martial art. What if someone brought them back to the modern-day world? Well, look no further. The dreaded Fūma Clan kept the Clan's secrets locked away until one man took them away. His reason? Because "they weren't using them." Standing at 6'0" and weighing 194lbs, welcome, u/Dolphinsarenotreal!"

A gust of wind comes from the East entrance, as a whirlwind comes from there. A spinning figure of air stops in the ring, revealing a man wearing a grey ninja-yoroi with no head cover, showing a well-kept face and greyish hair. His hands are in his pockets, and a red scarf is around this man's neck. He pulls out his hands and shows them off, showing a pair of metal gauntlets with sharp ends on the fingertips.

Apple points at the West entrance as he starts the following introduction.

Apple: "The blade has been around since the dawn of man. But only one martial art is mainly used for the public's eye. And that style is none other than Kendo! This next fighter has the Olympic title of "Kendo Master!" Winning one gold medal after another! Here he comes, standing at 6'2" and weighing 238lbs! Welcome, u/Ruisus!"

The spotlight shines on the entrance, but no one exits the gate. Apple tilts their head in confusion, but soon someone places their hand on Apple's shoulder, scaring them. Apple turns to see Ruisus.

Ruisus is wearing a casual Hawaiian shirt and tan cargo pants, and glasses rest on his face. But behind the man, a shinai case is holding his sword, resting on his back. Ruisus turns to Dolph and looks him up and down. With one motion, he pulls out his bamboo sword.

Ruisus: "I'll give you this one chance, surrender."

Dolph closes his eyes, putting two fingers in front of his face.

Dolph: "Sorry, but surrendering is not the way of the ninja."

Ruisus rolls his eyes as he points the shinai's tip at Dolph. Apple raises their hand and shouts. "BEGIN!" As Apple finishes that word, Dolph opens his eyes and rushes at Ruisus. After a few steps, he throws a kunai at the swordsman. The knife flies at Ruisus, but Ruisus dodges it without looking away. But when Ruisus moves in, he goes for a downward swing, aiming at the head.

Ruisus: "AHHHHH!"

The swing almost hits the top of Dolph's head, but while it looks like it hits, Dolph dodges it. The sword phases through him and taps the ground. From behind Ruisus, a voice says.

Dolph: "Fūma style: Vanishing Leaf."

Ruisus turns around, but when he does, an egg gets thrown at him. The egg hits him in the face, shattering. But he feels a stinging feeling in his eyes, for this was no ordinary egg, but a metsubushi! Dolph moves in at a fast pace. When he gets close, he jumps in the air and does a flip, sticking one of his legs out further than the other.

Dolph: "Fūma style: Cyclone Kick!"

Dolph's heel hits the top of Ruisus's head and sends him to the ground. Dolph lands on both feet and backs away. Before Apple can run over and count to ten, Ruisus gets back up. He picks up his sword and aims it at Dolph. When he opens his eyes, they're bloodshot and pink. Tears form in them.

Ruisus: "Ok, my turn."

He sprints at Dolph and goes for another downward swing to the head, screaming his lungs out. But when it gets in range, Dolph uses Vanishing Leaf again. But, Ruisus slams his foot to the ground and swings sideways. He turns his whole body with the swing. Soon, he hits Dolph in the side. The blow pushes Dolph to the ropes. Dolph looks surprised.

Dolph: "How... How did you hit me?"

Ruisus: "It's simple. Your technique requires you to pivot around the opponent before they can hit you. I felt you go left, so I swung left, hitting you before you could stop."

Dolph places his hand on his side, the blow hurting, for it has broken a rib.

Ruisus: "Welcome to the real world, kid. Your style died out for a reason!"

Dolph frowns, reaching for three kunai. He pulls them out and throws them at Ruisus. But in a swift swing, he hits them all down from the air. Dolph is holding a rope, gasping for air. Ruisus steps closer.

Ruisus: "Like I said, my turn."

Ruisus moves in closer to Dolph, raising his sword and swinging downward.

Ruisus: "Renewal Kendo Style: Triple Ippon!"

Before Dolph can react, he gets hit in the side again, then the head, then a jab to the throat. Dolph falls to the ground, gasping for air. But soon, he gets back to his feet.

Dolph: "I can't lose. I'll show you how hard I've worked to get here!"

Dolph sticks out a thumbs up and slams the thumb into his chest.

Dolph: "Fūma forbidden style: Awaken!"

A gust of wind comes from Dolph, but soon he vanishes. But suddenly, he appears behind Ruisus, kicking him in the back. The blow is so powerful it sends him sliding toward the ropes. Ruisus turns around to see Dolph approaching at a fast pace. He lowers his sword for a counterattack and rushes him. When he thinks Dolph is in range, he swings for a sideways strike, but it touches nothing. Suddenly, a sharp pain fills his side, for Dolph has used his gauntlets to slice into his side. He looks down to see blood dripping from his shirt.

Dolph goes in for another attack, but Ruisus is too slow to turn. He gets cut again as Dolph's fingers slice through his body. Ruinus closes his eyes and summons a black cloud of smoke.

Ruisus: "I didn't think I would have to resort to this tactic, but you left me with no other choice."

The cloud of smoke takes the form of Niccolo Machiavelli.

Ruisus: "I am the prince of this ring now. Fear me!"

Dolph goes in for another strike, but Ruisus predicts the attack and swings.

Ruisus: "Renewal Kenpo Style: Wrist breaker!"

In two consistent swings, he breaks Dolph's right wrist. Dolph stops running as the effects of Awaken wear off. He looks at the opponent swordsman, knowing he's running out of tricks. A cloud of smoke comes out of Dolph as he prepares his Gear.

Soon, the cloud takes the form of Johnny Appleseed. Appleseed sticks his hand up, spawning trees all over the arena. The six-by-six-meter ring is soon engulfed by trees, making it look like a small forest.

Inside the forest, Ruisus looks around, not having much space to move, as the trees block his way. He frowns.

Ruisus: "I can't use Machiavelli's speed here. Not enough room."

A few words come from the forest in the form of a whisper.

Dolph: "But there's enough room for me."

Suddenly, a red scarf shoots around a tree and wraps around Ruisus's neck, pinning him to the tree. Dolph stands on the tree, using all his weight to strangle Ruisus.

Dolph: "Welcome to the Forest of Death, Mr. Swordsman."

Ruisus struggles for a moment before letting out a scream. But after a few minutes, the trees start returning to the ground. Apple finds themselves back in the ring. But they notice that a limping Dolph is carrying an unconscious Ruisus. Two men with a stretcher carry Ruisus away as Apple declares Dolph the winner.

Dolph picks up Ruisus's sword and carries it to the knocked-out Ruisus. When he gets to the man, he says.

Dolph: "Go, be a ninja."

Back on the stage, Apple points to the jumbo screen.

Apple: "Next up is u/NothingWaste7654 versus u/PrimartTheGod!"


Round 1, match 2, winner, u/Dolphinsarenotreal
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2023.05.30 01:29 Thefuzy The Laughing Buddha: A Cosmic Comedy in Verse

Beneath the Bodhi tree, in the mid-morning chill, Sat a fellow named Sid, practicing his still. He looked in and out, and to his surprise, He saw things quite differently, in the broad daylight.
"Suffering," he mused, "is a part of this game, A part of existence, in the sunshine or rain. But the secret," he grinned, "is not to dread, Rather understand its nature, unravel its thread."
"Take my tea," he spoke, "it's no longer hot, Impermanence is a dance, in every moment's plot. My tea, my body, even this tree, oh dear, Just like hairstyles, are subject to change every year."
"No-self," he chuckled, "now that's a tricky concept, Like trying to explain why my cousin Egbert kept a pet. You think you're solid, you think you're whole, But you're more like a soup, without a bowl."
"We cling to 'I', 'me', and 'mine', Like a drunk monkey clinging to wine. But look closer, see the truth unfold, No self stands alone, nothing to hold."
Then the Buddha looked up, with a twinkle in his eye, "Life is like a joke," he said, "let me tell you why. The punchline comes and goes, leaves you in a daze, But the joy is in the telling, not just the end phase."
"Embrace the tears, the laughter, the whole absurdity, For, in truth, we're just actors in the cosmic comedy. Shed your worries, your fears, let them fall away, Like an elephant letting go of yesterday's hay."
So, the Buddha laughed, and we laughed along, Our hearts filling with the rhythm of his joyous song. In his words, we found, life's sweetest delight, Humor in suffering, impermanence, and the no-self's flight.
A cosmic joke, a dance, a morning tea's brew, Who knew enlightenment could be a comedy too. Remember Buddha's wisdom, let it shine through, Life's a lot funnier when the joke's on you.
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2023.05.30 01:11 AlienDilo I wrote a bit of lore for the broodlord I'm working on.

The Oni Broodlord.
It began on a relatively small and insignificant planet. Nivion was from most of the warring and conquering in the milkyway and had few troops stationed there. So when a report from a nobody says they saw, what they described as 'flying fish' land in the middle of nowhere, in the dead of night, most soldiers hardly took it seriously. Yet, insistent higher ups made sure a small squad headed out to confirm that it was in fact nothing. It didn't take long for the transmission to come in. Through the coms cried a voice screaming for backup, begging for help. Quickly troops mobilized. As more and more requests for help came back, and more men were sent out, it only confirmed this xenos threat to be of Tyranid origin.
Nobody remembers when it happened, but it was decided that the few Spacemarines should be sent to quash this futile attempt at an invasion. When they arrived they saw not swarms of Termagaunts, nor Warriors. Instead, in the shadow of the night, coming through the six foot corn field were Genestealers. Not many, and so once the Spacemarines arrived the tide quickly turned in the imperium's favor. It became clear to the commanding Lieutenant that this was no large invasion. This small unit of troops was not meant for out right battle. No, he realized these foul creatures were an escort, and that meant the true target was so far unseen. "Burn it!" He commanded, and in a moment his troops had lit the entire field a blaze. The few hidden vermin came out screeching as they made a last ditch effort to kill the onslaught of soldiers. These too were swiftly killed. Although there were casualties, most had begun to celebrate their victory. This did not last long, the Lieutenant remarked that they had only killed genestealers, and had not yet found their source. So their hunt began.
The Spacemarine's search lead them to the accompanying barn. When approaching it, even the mighty Spacemarines could feel a presence. It was as if their skin was the wrong size, or their bones wouldn't support them anymore. But their iron will allowed them to burst open the door, and inside it stood, it's enormous form nearly filling the barn, making even giant Spacemarines seem small. It's red eyes seemingly piercing them, although did not move they could feel it's attack. Their skulls grinding against itself, every one of their muscle fibers wanting to collapse in on itself. Their very hearts on the brink of imploding. One of the wounded Marines collapsed, blood launching itself from his mouth, will crumbling under the creature's silent threats.
Screeches of death broke the deadly silence as more wretches pounced on the Marines. The monster still had more minion's to unleash, but they would not last long, as flashes from boltguns lit up the barn. The Lieutenant's men stood their ground as he charged forward at the beast, chainsword in hand he slashed at it's evil form. The horror let out a scream of agony as the Lieutenant's blade dug into it's arm. He prayed on The Emperor he could rid this planet of this xenos. At the same moment he brought his Plasma Pistol to where the creature's heart should be. Although he wasn't too sure if such a thing could have a heart.
But then he felt it again, the deep soul crushing sense. This organism was watching inside his mind. He grit his teeth, now was not the time to fail. All he needed was this single shot. But the sensation wasn't simply of this organism, nor of some other, unseen, xenos psycher. No. This poison in his mind was far beyond one single creature, or a single thought. For but a moment he could feel and see battles lightyears away, creatures and planets he'd never heard of. This one singular moment could last for all eternity, he saw what it all was. Then he felt the cool rush of blood on his tongue, and so he was jolted away from the omnipresent hive mind, and back to Nivion, back to the battle. There he was, realizing what had just transpired. He quickly realized he was no longer in the barn, nor could he see his battle brothers. He saw the sky, the beautiful sunrise, all was bathed in crimson, and as the red colour overtook his vision he had a realization. He couldn't feel his legs. In fact, he could feel less and less of his body. He hopes his Marines dealt with those Genestealers alright.
The sound of gunfire came from the barn as soldiers came to back up the Marines, but as they arrived they were greeted by the visage of a cruel monster. It stood a the hill, it's unfeeling eyes sunken into it's hideous horned skull, casting it's malicious spell upon the Imperial guard bellow. The only sign of the Spacemarine's was the torso of one, still impaled on it's blade. At it's feet lay the one victory they'd claimed. One butchered arm, shards of a chainsword mutilated the limb. The wretch's blood mixed with that of the glorious Marines.
With one hand it removed the corpse from it's weapon, while it's arm raised, extending a talon towards the men in it's path. All those who didn't flee felt a surge of energy run through their spine, as their nerves felt as if they were going to be ripped from their skin. For many, this was their doom, but for those lucky enough to survive this torture came a swift end. The monster descended upon them, it's blade ripping through their bodies with ease. They fell, very few even had time to fire their guns before the onslaught.
That night on Nivion, the Imperium declared that a Genestealer cult's establishment had been prevented. Although in none of the reports the word victory was never mentioned, the few survivors were proclaimed to be heros of Nivion, and so the planet was put at ease. If only it had been that simple.
Marcos and his wife were sleeping in bed. It had been a long days work for Marcos, and after finally being able to put his infant daughter to sleep, there was nothing more comforting or godly than being able to go to sleep next Vivian. Of course half an hour later Elise began crying. The pair turned to each other. "Tonight it's your night." Vivian spoke softly, her eyes barely open. "Honey she's been like this every night.. She stopped after five minutes yesterday." Marcos responded, trying his best to think of any excuse not to leave the bed. "Okay... " Vivian yawned. "But if she doesn't, then you know the deal." She said, making sure he agreed. He begrudgingly nodded, and collapsed into his pillow again. As the crying continued, he mustered up the strength to get out of bed. "Maybe it's because you insist on leaving that window open, she might be cold." Vivian commented as he left the room. Not long after the crying halted abruptly. Vivian was surprised by her husband's efficiency. Maybe they could actually get some sleep tonight. She rolled over towards the door. Ready to compliment when he returned. The clock ticked by, a minute passed. Then another. She called out for him, thinking maybe he'd gone to the bathroom. She waited longer, and longer. Finally she arose. She called out once more, her concerned voice echoing throughout the apartment. She moved through the corridors towards her daughter's room. A strange tingling in her spine intensifying as she approached it. "Marcos, this isn't funny." She said as her hand clutched the handle, a pulse through her muscles giving her pause, just for a moment before opening the door.
The window howled from the window as she entered the room, then the heat left her body. Two red eye's glared at her. A demon sat in her window. It's enormous form filling all of the frame. It's horrid deformed face had a sick resemblance to a person, but every feature was wrong. It's glowing eyes too sunken for any human skull. Instead of lips it had a tooth maw, and it's bald head was adorned with five horns. But it was not simply it's appearance that repulsed her, the creature seemed to silently whisper curses and spells at her. It took her much too long to notice, it had one arm too many, and each hand was tipped with sword like talons. Then her heart sank. One of it's hands had claw's longer than her arms, and in it's evil grip was Elise. She dropped to the ground, screaming, and that's when it vanished. Leaping from the window into the night. Vivian lay on the floor screaming for her child. It was a while before she even noticed that the floorboards were caked in blood. Her already blood shot eyes turned to it source. There, up against the wall was seemed to be a man, but he was mangled. All his organs had seemingly been forcefully ripped out through his skeleton. She could barely recognize it as Marcos. It took the neighbors two hours to finally be awoken by her screaming an sobbing. It was another four before the Adeptus Arbites arrived at the scene. By then she had gone catatonic and wouldn't move from her husbands remains.
It was only later that they could put together a full report, along with a description of the beast. Vivian wasn't the last for this to happen to. Over the course of the next six months twelve other reports came in with near identical stories. All described a huge, three armed demonic creature coming to steal their child. Each survivor also described an intense feeling of dread, as if it was coming from inside their very being. As more of victims appeared the situation was escalated from Adeptus Arbites to Astra Militarum. Many soldier's hunting in the streets to capture this menace. But they were always a step behind, never being able to predict where it'd show up next. Eventually the reports slowed down, and all leads ran dry. After two years the whole case was considered a dead end and a waste of resources. That's when reports of this demon came from other planets, and other tyranid invasions. Seemingly appearing and vanishing as it wishes. The few soldiers who survive encounter's with it have dubbed it the Oni. After an old Terra legend of a large flesh eating demon. Now as the oni has seemingly moved on to other planets, and to terrorize other civilians many people on Nivion would rather forget about it. But the recent of a red eyed creature abducting a child seems to want to give Nivion a grim reminder of the past.
I don't do a lot of writing so any criticism is welcome. I'm also pretty new to Warhammer so there may be some lore inaccuracies.
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2023.05.30 01:05 2muchpethair Have any other black women just accepted the fact that we'll be single forever?

I feel like at this point waiting for a decent man to approach me is like waiting for Elon musk to send me a million dollars: it's never gonna happen.
Like I'm 20, have a 2 bedroom apartment, a car, a job, I'm in school for business and environmental. None of this was handed to me I got it myself (my cptsd is from child abuse so I don't have family) and it's like... there are people 30 years old and older in my city who literally have 5 roomates due to the housing shortage who are in relationships... but I have all my own shit and still nothing?
And idk like I feel at this point people have been lying to me about my attractiveness. Like I feel like I'm slightly above average not even saying that in a cocky way and I know beauty is subjective, but just by societal standards I would be considered conventionally attractive other than my dreadlocks which is often considered a dirty hairstyle.... but anyway like have people been lying to me? Men literally never compliment how I look, when i tried dating apps I would just get old ugly dudes, like reddit neckbreard type of dudes, the tyoe who go after younger women who typically wouldnt know any better.. And personally I have no issue with age gaps but the way I view them is.. if you've had 10 more years on earth than I have, you should be situational ahead of me, not below me. Hopefully that makes sense. Edit: to clarify I don't apply this to everyone, just people who I would potentially date because I want someone who at minimum has goals and is mature. Someone who is already stable or someone who I see the potential to grow with towards stability.
I really don't get itttttt. Like I see so many people who are genuinely bad people like these neo nazi trump supporters who are married, or people who are just average or below average in their looks who are in relationships. And everywhere I go I'm just like 🧍🏽‍♀️. ALONE with my dogs😭 like it sucks knowing that a conventionally unattractive white girl is valued 10x more than an attractive black girl
And I'm not even saying this stuff based on my own beliefs because obviously looks aren't rverything. But it's an undeniable truth that women are valued based on how they look and are treated better for the same reason, but I haven't experienced any of that. Not to mention people always say "there's someone for everyone" well if that was the case then black women wouldn't have the lowest percent of marriage at 56% and the highest divorce rate at 39%. The math ain't mathing.
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2023.05.30 00:44 Thefuzy The Laughing Buddha: A Cosmic Comedy in Verse

Beneath the Bodhi tree, in the mid-morning chill, Sat a fellow named Sid, practicing his still. He looked in and out, and to his surprise, He saw things quite differently, in the broad daylight.
"Suffering," he mused, "is a part of this game, A part of existence, in the sunshine or rain. But the secret," he grinned, "is not to dread, Rather understand its nature, unravel its thread."
"Take my tea," he spoke, "it's no longer hot, Impermanence is a dance, in every moment's plot. My tea, my body, even this tree, oh dear, Just like hairstyles, are subject to change every year."
"No-self," he chuckled, "now that's a tricky concept, Like trying to explain why my cousin Egbert kept a pet. You think you're solid, you think you're whole, But you're more like a soup, without a bowl."
"We cling to 'I', 'me', and 'mine', Like a drunk monkey clinging to wine. But look closer, see the truth unfold, No self stands alone, nothing to hold."
Then the Buddha looked up, with a twinkle in his eye, "Life is like a joke," he said, "let me tell you why. The punchline comes and goes, leaves you in a daze, But the joy is in the telling, not just the end phase."
"Embrace the tears, the laughter, the whole absurdity, For, in truth, we're just actors in the cosmic comedy. Shed your worries, your fears, let them fall away, Like an elephant letting go of yesterday's hay."
So, the Buddha laughed, and we laughed along, Our hearts filling with the rhythm of his joyous song. In his words, we found, life's sweetest delight, Humor in suffering, impermanence, and the no-self's flight.
A cosmic joke, a dance, a morning tea's brew, Who knew enlightenment could be a comedy too. Remember Buddha's wisdom, let it shine through, Life's a lot funnier when the joke's on you.
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2023.05.30 00:43 No-Bookkeeper4439 Questionable salesmen

My husband and I were enjoying the day with an open front door (glass door still closed but window of the door open). We were both in the kitchen then my husband noticed two men at the front door. We had no choice but to ask what they needed, even with the no soliciting sign. Here’s the just of the conversation
Man: “hi we are doing surveys for solar panels and will have drones up around here soon. We are working with a Mr.___ one street behind you” Husband: “okay cool” m: “we just wanted to let you know because some people might shoot them down because of what’s going on with Russia and Ukraine” h: “okay got it.” M: “so what’s the deal with the subaru in your driveway? Who’s it is?” H: “umm does that matter?” M: what year is it? H: I don’t see how this is relevant M: well, how long have you lived here?
At this point the man started getting more pushy and aggressive with this line of inappropriate questioning. I whispered to my husband to just close the door while holding our toddler.
H: we’re not interested man, thanks
The man kept trying to ask personal questions and refused to accept that my husband was trying to close the door. My husband finally does and the man says ‘have a blessed day’.
All while the other man was just quietly standing next to him, looking down at his phone the whole time.
Description of the men: The one asking questions: black man, early to mid 20s, short dreads, wearing a ‘pure energy’ shirt and slides. I think a baseball cap as well. Other man: white man; early to mid 20s, grey shirt, blue jeans? Brown hair.
Unfortunately my doorbell camera wasn’t working either. Feeling very uncomfortable about the whole situation.
We happened to leave shortly after and passed by “Mr._” house, who happened to be outside. We stopped by and asked if he knew who they were, he said yes they came to his house too but his name is not Mr. and he’s definitely not working with them, he said they told him they were “working” with his neighbor. He said they are very nosy.
My husband called the Pure Energy company, who happens to be closed today, yet there are salesmen? Out going door to door.
This happened in Cheyenne meadows (80906) Around 3:30 pm today.
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2023.05.30 00:14 Thefuzy The Laughing Buddha: A Cosmic Comedy in Verse

Beneath the Bodhi tree, in the mid-morning chill, Sat a fellow named Sid, practicing his still. He looked in and out, and to his surprise, He saw things quite differently, in the broad daylight.
"Suffering," he mused, "is a part of this game, A part of existence, in the sunshine or rain. But the secret," he grinned, "is not to dread, Rather understand its nature, unravel its thread."
"Take my tea," he spoke, "it's no longer hot, Impermanence is a dance, in every moment's plot. My tea, my body, even this tree, oh dear, Just like hairstyles, are subject to change every year."
"No-self," he chuckled, "now that's a tricky concept, Like trying to explain why my cousin Egbert kept a pet. You think you're solid, you think you're whole, But you're more like a soup, without a bowl."
"We cling to 'I', 'me', and 'mine', Like a drunk monkey clinging to wine. But look closer, see the truth unfold, No self stands alone, nothing to hold."
Then the Buddha looked up, with a twinkle in his eye, "Life is like a joke," he said, "let me tell you why. The punchline comes and goes, leaves you in a daze, But the joy is in the telling, not just the end phase."
"Embrace the tears, the laughter, the whole absurdity, For, in truth, we're just actors in the cosmic comedy. Shed your worries, your fears, let them fall away, Like an elephant letting go of yesterday's hay."
So, the Buddha laughed, and we laughed along, Our hearts filling with the rhythm of his joyous song. In his words, we found, life's sweetest delight, Humor in suffering, impermanence, and the no-self's flight.
A cosmic joke, a dance, a morning tea's brew, Who knew enlightenment could be a comedy too. Remember Buddha's wisdom, let it shine through, Life's a lot funnier when the joke's on you.
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2023.05.29 23:41 JoshAsdvgi The Call of the Owl

The Call of the Owl

The Call of the Owl

[Cherokee]
Long ago in the Red Indian tribe of the Cherokees there was a widow who had a very beautiful daughter.
When the girl was old enough to marry, her mother took her aside.
"It's time, my child, to find yourself a husband," she said.
"Your father was a famous hunter.
Only another man like him is good enough for you."
Her daughter agreed, but she was a difficult, temperamental girl, and none of the young men of the tribe pleased her.
One was too small, another too ugly, a third too poor and a fourth too simple.
But one day a very handsome young man appeared at the widow's wigwam.
She had never seen him before."
"I am U-gu-ku," he said. "I would like to marry your daughter.
I've always wanted a wife as beautiful as her."
"My daughter," replied the woman, "must marry a good hunter, so she never goes hungry. My husband was a famous hunter, and we always had plenty of meat."
"I'm a very good hunter," answered U-gu-ku."
He was a pleasant young man, and so the widow called her daughter.
"This is U-gu-ku," she told her. "He wants to marry you."
The girl liked the look of the young man, and so the marriage took place.
Next day the widow went to her new son-in-law.
"There's no more meat in the house," she said.
"Don't, worry, mother of my wife," replied U-gu-ku. "I'll go hunting."
And off he went.
But when he came back, all he had were three paltry little fish.
"I'm sorry," said U-gu-ku. "I had no luck hunting today, so I decided to go fishing.
I've brought you three fish. No doubt I'll have better luck tomorrow."
Their supper that evening was not very lavish.
But worse was to come, for the next day all that U-gu-ku brought back from the hunt were three lizards.
"It's as if there's a curse on me," said U-gu-ku sadly.
"But don't worry. Tomorrow you'll have meat."
On the third day U-gu-ku returned very tired from the hunt, and handed the widow three scrawny little bits of meat that the other hunters had left behind.
His wife and mother-in-law could not understand it.
They began to wonder if U-gu-ku could be trusted.
"He told me he was a good hunter," said the widow, "but he has hardly killed a thing.
Don't you think you should follow him secretly and see what he's doing?"
The girl agreed, and on the fourth day of her marriage she followed her husband into the forest, hiding behind the trees.
WHen they came to the river, to her surprise and horror, U-gu-ku turned into an owl.
"U-gu-ku - oooooooo - ooooooo," he cried, flying up into the air and out over the river.
Then suddenly, he swooped down to the water and seized a little crayfish.
The young woman was horrified to think she had an owl as a husband.
She ran back home as fast as she could, weeping as if her heart would break.
That evening, when U-gu-ku returned, the crayfish was all he had.
"Is that all you caught?" asked the wife.
"An owl stole the rest from me," he replied.
"But you're the owl!" cried the young woman furiously.
"You've lied to me, you've tricked me, and what's more you're a dreadfully bad hunter!"
"No, I'm not," protested U-gu-ku. "I may be a bad hunter for a man, but for an owl I'm a very good one."
"Get out of my sight!" shouted his wife. "I never want to see you again."
So the owl flew away into the forest, cryihng and hooting dolefully.
He was terribly unhappy, for he loved his wife with all his heart.
"U-gu-ku - oooooo - oooooo - oooooo," went the sorrowful voice, as U-gu-ku mourned his loss.
And every night since then, the owl's lament has been heard, as he sings of his lost love.
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2023.05.29 23:37 Ok_Break_1746 Hetero sex/intimacy and late bloomer lesbians

Hello all,
I am a lesbian who knew pretty early on in life. I am wondering for those of you who have been married or had long term relationships with men - how did you deal with the intimacy? Was it something you dreaded? Something you were neutral about? Neither? What did you tell yourself to get through it or acknowledge that you probably weren’t actually a lesbian? Were there any tell tale signs early on during intimacy that should have been your wake up call sooner for your lesbianism?
Thank you :)
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2023.05.29 23:24 Crashmittensickle Is this common? - long post

Is it common that after starting to question, I suddenly try to make myself more feminine (AMAB), and remind myself how 'I am a girl'.
Also I have suddenly focused more on certain stuff that's related to being trans - like for example when my parents spoke of me as a 'dude', I noted it, when I've never really even cared about such stuff. Also, I am suddenly thinking whatever or not I should shave my (tiny) beard all the time when it starts to grow.
The thing is, I've wanted a beard earlier. I've wanted it to look more manly and to hide my crooked jaw. But now I've started to think if I should even let it grow at all. I don't know how to proceed with this, because I feel like trying to grow a beard would be nice to match with longer hair, but also feel like 'women cannot have a beard so I gotta shave it'. But I also feel like it's not super big deal if I shave it.
I've also never had any disgust in body hair, but after shaving I've done it basically daily (since began questioning 6 weeks ago). Now idk if I should let it grow, or just keep on shaving.
Maybe I should let it all grow again to see if I feel better about having more masculine body?
Is it normal to want something associated with your AGAB but then start to question said thing when beginning to question your gender?
Also, I am growing out hair and have had these thoughts abt 'not looking manly at all', that 'I should just cut it short'. But I also like to grow it and tey out longer hairstyle in the future. Idk if I try to just become a woman because of my not gender-related self-hate, and because of my hair makes me look more feminine now.
Hell, I even began talking online 'like a woman' after I began to question my gender. Earlier I've always avoided using hearts and any 'cute' emojis because it seems 'unmanly' - the same goes with any kinds of positive comments and more positive approach to people, like a more empathetic approach.
Idk if I've just veen supressing my will to talk in a certain way because of thinking it'd not fit with 'my gender'. Or perhaps I am just a nutcase and think I am a woman when in reality I am not.
It's like a switch was flipped when I started questioning, like my behaviour just suddenly changed a lot. Am I just making it up to 'become a woman' or because I actually feel like it???
Because I have very mixed feelings about this - part of me thinks it's ok, part of me tells it is 'unmasculine and awkward and just some bullshit I am feeding myself with'.
But I remember using hearts with relatives already earlier, nowadays with stranger that is.
I also usually have this will to hug my family member somewhere and tell them I love them (even though I am selfish and bad at showing that), but then I don't do it because I feel like it'd be super awkward to do (as a male, idk???). It's like supressing my will to show that I care but not letting myself do it. I feel like it'd be actually better to tell your relatives you love them and hug them because the day will eventually come when they die and you can't hug them or tell them anything anymore, wishing you still could. And therefore I just feel like I should do it more often, but also overdoing makes it lose it's meaning at least somewhat.
I have some girly or 'feminine' manners, and have had also earlier. Perhaps it's real me, because I show this side of me when not masking when in presence of other people (I have ADHD). Perhaps my unmasked behaviour could say something about my gender.
Also, now I suddenly have this thing that I kinda force myself to play as female characters in video games whenever I can choose because "I am now obviously a woman so I gotta play a woman if I can".
I've usually just played as male characters before. I've played as females too, sometimes. And after starting to question this, too, has turned upside down.
Also, it's kinda interesting how already years back, I've felt uncomfortable when my family member has seen me play a female character in video game. I remember how I have tried to hide my screen by chacking tabs or turning my monitor off or to tell my parents to just go away or something to avoid not being seen playing a female character. My mon just saw me design a female for a game and I was so annoyed and ashamed, I just wanted her to leave me alone. She told me she was interested in seeing what kind of character I was designing.
Also, I now suddenly have this odd thing that I basically see most of the people online or irl as men who 'look like men or are just pretending to be women' (meaning women). Like, I suddenly just see male faces almost everywhere. It's so odd and I've never had this before.
Thanks a lot if you read through all of this. Opinions help me to understand my situation better.
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2023.05.29 23:08 ohhidied LEGACY: From the Book of SAW (CHAPTER 26, 27, & 28) Converging Paths

Read Chapter 25 Here: https://www.reddit.com/saw/comments/13kih9q/legacy_from_the_book_of_saw_chapter_25_the_final/
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*** CHAPTER 26 **\*
Traveling to the warehouse, Logan felt relieved knowing Melissa was in good hands, but his momentary comfort was quickly replaced with apprehension when he arrived at Hoffman’s lair. Checking his surroundings, Logan was unfamiliar with this place, despite living here for over a decade. Stopping the car, he tilted the visor down and looked at the photo of his wife.
Through the security camera positioned outside, Hoffman watched Logan enter the parking lot and smiled. He grabbed the bottle of chloroform that sat next to the aqua green box and a cloth from the table, then switched on the furnace. Walking towards the entrance, he turned off all the lights except the one shining on Elanor, who sat unconscious beneath the aluminum dispenser.
Walking towards the entrance, Logan removed a tactical knife from his pocket and held it surreptitiously. Finding the door unlocked, he breached the doorway and stepped into the building, his chest full of anxiety. Logan shuffled through the inoperable machines, boxes, and various tools until he found Elanor under the strobe light. On the floor, he noticed the chrome pool of aluminum that had dried and discovered the dispenser above her. Quickly pulling the chair out of reach, he removed the gag from her mouth just as the liquid started to pour.
Slipping out of the darkness, Hoffman watched as Logan attempted to cut through the ropes that bound Elanor, and while he was distracted, Hoffman slammed the grip of his gun into the back of Logan’s head with traumatic force. Falling to the floor, rattled and disoriented, Hoffman used this moment to render him unconscious with a considerable dose of chloroform.
***
Seth’s body is brought to the triage center, where the on-call doctors get to work. They extract the bullet from his neck and clean the wound. Then, fill several vials with his coagulating blood and immediately begin several tests. It doesn’t take long for them to find something unusual in his blood. The pathologist examines the results and calls the precinct.
Waiting to hear from Agent Kullen, Lincoln left a message for Autumn and contacted the patrol unit, which was watching over her. They spoke briefly and assured him she would be brought to the station as soon as possible.
With her safety guaranteed, he reached out to the crew sent to Gavin Beck’s residence. They informed him that an officer was found in the garage with his arms, legs, and mouth wrapped in duct tape, but he was still alive, suffering from a major contusion on his head. He was currently being transported to the hospital for evaluation.
Fixing his posture, Lincoln loosened the cilice, providing a moment of comfort, and sank into his chair. Through the window, he caught another glimpse of the remaining survivors. Obstructing his view and thoughts, Marlow entered his office.
“Linc,” he says, “I’ve been in touch with Agent Webb. She’s in recovery and would like updates on the case. Additionally, I’ve been in contact with Dr. Steward’s wife and son. They’re both okay. Presumably an empty threat. The same for Renee’s family.”
Lincoln squints his eyes, contemplating, and suggests, “They didn’t fit the code.”
Marlow shrugs and is about to speak when a call comes through, “Detective,” the pathologist says, “Please come to the triage center at once. There’s something you should see.”
Taking his jacket from the chair, they leave the room hastily and head next door, cutting a path through the other corpses, beelining for Seth’s cadaver. The site of the body hits Lincoln in the gut. They shared a long history, and this wasn’t how he imagined their friendship would end. Saddened by the loss, Lincoln backed away and placed his hands in his pockets.
Inside, he found the last canister of Nitrous Oxide, which he had forgotten about. Already inserted into the cracker, it was taunting him. With the pain of losing another friend, Lincoln’s urge to use was returning, and he felt he would never escape its grasp. Checking for an exit, Lincoln was about to give in to his compulsion when he caught sight of the pathologist using a centrifuge.
Detailing her findings into a computer, she greets Lincoln, “Thank you for coming.”
“What did you find?”
Moving around the device, she grabs a portfolio and takes a blood-filled vial from the rack. She hands the vial to Lincoln and says, “When we ran the first test, I found Seth’s blood was contaminated with some sort of bacteria.”
Holding up the vial and looking closely, “Agent Kullen said he was sick….” Lincoln explains.
Her expression is one of doubt, “I checked that too, but these cells reacted differently than a common cold. It’s microbial.”
Turning a page in the portfolio, she removes another vial from the rack that is filled with green fluid.
“Do you recognize this?” She asks.
Swapping vials, Lincoln shakes the cylinder and watches the fluid splash against the walls.
The pathologist elaborates, “It was confiscated from Dr. Gordon’s apartment.”
“So?”
“Well, Detective, my theory is that poison not dissimilar to this was injected into Seth’s body. I’m certain we will find an entry point with a little more time.”
Handing the vial back to the pathologist, Lincoln displays concern.
He says, “Have Logan assist you with the autopsy. Find the entry point and get back to me.”
Confusion drapes the pathologist, “Logan isn’t here, Detective. I thought you knew that.”
“Fine, get Elanor on it immediately.”
“I’m sorry, Lincoln, but she’s not here either.”
Marlow looks worried, and Lincoln says, “What are you talking about?”
“The on-call Doctors are here because Logan and Elanor never came in. I assumed they requested a break….”
Lincoln pushes past the physician, and Marlow tries to keep up. “Get a unit to Logan and Elanor’s addresses.” He says, “If you can’t get in touch with anyone, I want an APB out within the hour.”
“Chief Savino?”
“My orders, just do it.”
They enter the precinct, and Lincoln breaks off from Marlow, heading to his office while Marlow requests the attention of the other officers. Perched in the seats, eyes fixed, they await instructions. He explains, “Two of our colleagues are missing, Logan Nelson and Elanor Bonneville. Logan was last seen leaving the precinct between 7 pm and 8 pm last night. We must track them down as soon as possible.”
Listening to Marlow in the distance, Lincoln paces his office, trying to call Autumn. He leaves another message and fidgets with the Nitrous Oxide in his pocket. Needing a distraction, he contacts Agent Kullen.
**\*
Outside the Convention Center, Agent Kullen acquired an identical parking slip to the one they procured from Seth. He stood beside his vehicle, surveying the surroundings, taking mental notes of the area, including the security cameras and the construction site for the museum across the street then headed inside.
At the front desk, he finds two staff members and security personnel. Flashing his badge, he requests to see the surveillance footage taken from the last forty-eight hours. They informed him that a power outage corrupted the data, and the footage was essentially erased. Incensed by the revelation, Kullen shows them a picture of Seth Steward and asks if they’ve seen him on the property. The security guard holds the photo close to his face and recognizes the man. He saw him the night before, smoking in the parking lot, but he never entered the building.
Kullen’s stomach churned, and his hand twitched as he exited the convention center. Retrieving his medication from the car, Kullen consumed two pills and evaluated his surroundings once more. Walking towards the street, he looked up and down the road diligently.
Near the shoulder, across the street, he saw something glistening off the sun. About to head over, a call rang through his cell, “Kullen,” he said, still curious about the object.
“It’s me.”
Hearing the Detective's unsettled tone, Agent Kullen asks, “Lincoln, what’s going on?”
“Elanor and Logan are missing. Marlow is pursuing leads. Where are you?”
Crossing the street, Kullen discovers the reflective object to be a broken padlock. He carries the item towards the gate and says, “I’m near the Convention Center.”
He stops at the entrance and discovers that a new padlock has replaced the broken one. Suspicious, he looks to the Convention Center and then back to the gate.
Overwhelmed by his sudden emotions, Lincoln pushes through a fog of anxiety and asks, “Have you found anything?”
Kullen tilts the new lock in his direction and discovers a keyhole. “Send a team to the museum, now.”
Quickly returning to his vehicle, Kullen starts the ignition and drives towards the parking lot's exit. He waits anxiously for the road to clear before pulling out onto the street. When he reaches the gate, he makes a sharp turn and slams his foot into the accelerator. Crashing through the barrier, he speeds toward the construction site.
Pedestrians outside the Community Center observe the unexpected breach and appear excited and perplexed, with at least one individual phoning 9-1-1.
*** CHAPTER 27 **\*
Sitting at his workstation, watching the news, Hoffman can hear Elanor’s muffled cries for help. In front of her, she could see the limp body of Logan, handcuffed to a metal fixture that Hoffman bolted to the floor below the aluminum faucet. Pleading for him to wake up, she quivered in fear.
Unaffected, Hoffman increased the volume of the television. Showing footage of the National History Museum from a helicopter, it was reported that a new game had been discovered. In the video, Hoffman saw several cop cars and news vans positioned outside the building. They revealed that triggers and tripwires had been placed throughout the museum, preventing safe entry.
Photos of the victims flash on the screen, and Hoffman sees Renee Walsh, a test subject of John Kramer, who he had captured over a decade ago. For her game, John requested an eye for an eye, forcing her to remove the organ with a sharpened spoon. Unbeknownst to Jigsaw, Dr. Gordon provided a numbing agent for Renee that would aid her in the endeavor.
Hoffman’s eyes glazed over, and the memories of previous games rushed to his mind. Staring through the television, he heard a voice.
Hovering over his shoulder was the rotting corpse of Amanda Young, who said, “Hello, Mark….”
“You’re dead,” he replied calmly.
Watching the news, Amanda folded her pale arms and said, “I know it’s hard to concentrate.”
Having been haunted by these hallucinations since he escaped the bathroom, Hoffman felt exhausted and tortured, “Why?” He said, his voice drained of emotion. “Why are you still here?”
Amanda stared out the window while Hoffman watched the blood ooze from her neck, and she said, “By creating a legacy, by living a life worth remembering, you become immortal.”
“When this is over, you’ll be gone….”
Smiling, Amanda responds defiantly, “Somehow, I doubt that.”
Photos of John Kramer are displayed on the television, followed by images of Dr. Gordon.
Seeing the pictures, Hoffman remembered sending letters to various news stations, hospitals, and local law enforcement, implicating Lawrence Gordon as an accomplice. For many years, he had planned his revenge on the Doctor, which started by exposing his true identity. However, with Gordon’s upstanding reputation, the implications were deemed a slanderous rumor, and nothing ever came of it.
Now with Gordon gone, only one obstacle remained; there was only one accomplice left; Logan Nelson.
*** CHAPTER 28 **\*
The sun is chased out of the sky by a flurry of dark clouds, creating a reddish-black horizon. An aft beautiful sight, if not for the crowd that has formed outside the precinct. Families of the deceased Jigsaw victims have led a throng of supporters to the parking lot, where they demand an end to Jigsaw’s legacy and the police department that has allowed this to go on for so long.
Among the swarm of bodies are the ex-husband and children of Sarah Harper.
Inside, Chief Savino preps a SWAT team on the situation at the museum, reminding them to be wary of traps, and displays a picture of Hoffman on the television for each of them to memorize. He insists that no one enter the museum until all the traps have been disarmed.
After the speech, Lincoln is informed that Autumn has arrived at her house and is collecting her belongings. The officer estimates that they will reach the precinct within the hour. With one problem solved, Lincoln allows himself a moment of comfort. When he is about to leave, Marlow approaches with more good news.
“We just spoke to Cameron, Logan’s Mother-in-Law,” He says, “She has Melissa, they’re fine, and Logan left around 7 am this morning.”
“Did she say where he was going?”
“He said he was going to work but to contact you if there’s trouble. Chances are he’s inside the museum with the others.”
Lincoln considers the possibilities and says, “Let’s retrace his steps. He took his vehicle, right? I don’t care how long it takes, pull CCTV, check gas stations in the vicinity, schools, everything. If we can triangulate his phone, do it. Find him."
“I will, sir,” Marlow says, without moving, "What about him?"
Lincoln glances at Daniel inside the Infirmary, “He doesn't leave my sight," he says.
“Sir?"
“What other options do we have? I'm not losing anyone else."
Forgoing his apprehension, Marlow said, “It’s your call, Lincoln.”
Within twenty minutes, Lincoln arrives at the museum with a SWAT team. Staring at the building, he feels a sudden surge of anxiety, dread, and a strange sense of relief, knowing this will all be over soon.
“Are you okay?” a voice asks.
His eyes move to the rearview mirror, and Lincoln can see Daniel Matthews in the back seat. Still awaiting a response from Autumn, Lincoln checks his cellphone and re-reads his message to Lynn.
“I'm ready for this to be over,” he said, tightening the cilice around his waist.
Looking through the window at the commotion outside the museum, Daniel responds, “This isn't your fault, Detective.”
Reminded of his conversation with Seth Steward, Lincoln ignores the words, "Let's go."
Both men exit the vehicle, and Marlow joins them.
"Kullen is sending in a bomb squad," Marlow said, "We've set up an observation terminal towards the south entrance. I'll move the witness there."
As the men separate, Daniel, notices the news crews positioned themselves just outside the parking lot. He stares at them approvingly.
Lincoln waded through his grief and reached Agent Marlow, who was relaying a message via radio.
“Get it done,” Kullen said.
Standing with the Agent, Lincoln asks for a breakdown of the situation.
“Come with me.”
Lincoln follows Kullen towards a police car, and the Agent removes the museum floor plans from his pocket. He lays the map on the car's hood and specifies the trap locations.
“The entrances are blocked off,” he said, “There’s no way through. Now, I’ve got a team working to deactivate the traps, but it’s going to take some time.”
“Have you had any communication with the survivors?”
Drawing a line on the map with his finger, Kullen says, “Not yet, but I’ve spoken with the construction crew, and they’re building an expansion right over here.”
***
TO BE CONTINUED
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2023.05.29 22:35 scare_in_a_box Gaia's Decay

Gaia's Decay
Sometimes the greatest horrors start with the smallest complaints. Only one thing was missing from Lonnie’s life and his wife never let him forget it. They had a lovely house, money enough to feel secure and have new things, food to eat, and friends to socialize with. But Sarah and Lonnie did not have a child. After trying for years, even going through rounds of IVF treatments, they still had no child.
Had this been a choice they made, perhaps Lonnie and Sarah could have come to terms. But Sarah never made the choice not to have a child. It was all she wanted. And honestly, Lonnie wanted it too. They’d even selected their house on the basis of the lovely positioning of the nursery within.
The day that nursery was converted into a home gym, caused a huge shift in their life.
For a while, Sarah fell into a depression and then she adopted a cat. It was old and had lived a hard life. Sarah seemed to like the idea of caring for it. Lonnie thought that was the end of the baby problem.
Then, one day as they sat on their porch staring out at the sunset, Sarah stopped petting the cat in her lap and turned a darkly serious expression toward Lonnie. “I’m going to get pregnant, darling.”
The odd spark in her eye kept Lonnie awake late that night. He kept picturing her speaking. What new plan had she hatched and how could he get her to talk to him? Over the next weeks, Sarah began making similar unsettling remarks.
“Darling,” she would say, her voice tinged with a disturbed tone. “It will be soon. I’m going to be pregnant. You’ll see.”
Lonnie feared that his beloved wife was losing her grip on reality. Still, life went on and he went to work in the mornings and came home in the evening. As a physicist, he didn’t make what he considered tons of money, but it was enough to support their little household. And that meant, to him, plenty of time for Sarah to find something that gave her life purpose. He imagined painting or gardening. With so much time spent apart, he could almost convince himself that Sarah was normal when she wasn’t making her proclamations.
One evening, after a long day at work, Lonnie arrived home to an eerie sight. A cable-like object extended from the ground and snaked its way into the house. He took a closer look and the material appeared to be organic. Though part of him wanted to inspect the place this cable emerged further, the bigger part of Lonnie instantly thought about Sarah inside the house with this thing, and of her odd statements of late.
The cable reminded him in a way he didn’t like of a giant umbilical cord.
Lonnie hurried inside to find the cable snaked through the house toward the back where the stair up to the upstairs bedroom were. He followed it. At the base of the stairs, Lonnie discovered their cat perfectly still, with the cable attached to its belly. Before Lonnie could react and reach out for the creature, the cable twitched and a pulse of energy rolled out on the air.
The cat began to shrink. With each pulse of energy, time seemed to roll backward for the feline. First all the gray left its whiskers. Then instead of a chubby middle-aged housecat, it instead looked like a lean feral creature, and then it was a kitten, then a smaller kitten, eyes shut as if they’d never opened. Lonnie stared as the last change took place and he was staring at a fetal feline lying at the foot of the stairs.
“Holy…” Lonnie said.
Then, in a jerky movement, something pulled both the cord and the fetus up the stairs.
This was only the beginning.
***
Lonnie’s life now had almost nothing he would want. The world had almost nothing he would want. Including the awful stench that lay heavy on the air.
And as he strapped his diving helmet on, the stench retreated enough for him to think. He reasoned that the complete lack of anything to live for was all the more reason he needed to do something. He’d found the old model diving suit he wore at a local thrift store and left money on the counter for it—though no one was there to take the payment, Lonnie had a delusion of his own now.
“This can be undone. Someone can be saved.”
Sometimes he even managed to believe.
Lonnie hopped onto a road bike and made sure his prize possessions were secured: a chainsaw and an underwater scooter. With these things in place, Lonnie took off toward what he considered the center of this new monstrous world. A huge swell rose from the ground just outside town; this thing looked like nothing more than an overgrown pregnant belly, right down the red stretch marks and veins that peered out through its “skin”. From the apex of this belly grew a towering corpse flower, larger than any naturally grown flower and with a stink grown to match its size.
If only this mound had been ornamental and the stench had been the worse crime. But that was not true. The monstrous belly, with a towering corpse flower atop it, claimed all forms of life. In a few short months, it had reduced the world to a barren wasteland devoid of plants, animals, and people. Men, women, children, animals, plants… anything with life had been drawn into this horror.
Lonnie was seemingly the only survivor, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that his presence was spared because of his connection to Sarah.
He blazed on his bike across the landscape and glanced behind him at the back of the bike where the last item of vital value rested: a handheld container marked with the word “Atonement.”
It might be too late already to rebuild or repair, but atonement was always possible. Or so, Lonnie hoped as the rotting sweet smell of the corpse flower drew nearer. He could smell it even through the partially sealed suit—he hoped once fully sealed and using canned oxygen, the suit would be able to lock that out.
As he rode toward the bloated mass, pregnant with all the life it had been able to steal, he took strength in a memory. It was not a pleasant recollection, perhaps even just a creation of his own mind, though Lonnie didn’t think so. He recalled a dream.
In this dream that had come to him only once, the night before, Sarah appeared before him, her voice echoing through his mind. “The birth of the Second Desecration is near, darling.”
This cryptic message left Lonnie both bewildered and filled with dread. Determined to confront the abomination that had consumed the world, he steadied his path along the deserted highway.
Not that this had been a deserted highway a year before. He’d driven on it with Sarah plenty of times, usually stuck in traffic jams with only her soft, cool, voice keeping him from raging. Now that same voice drove him on in a very different way.
Now Sarah was part of the monster. But even if could save nothing else, maybe he could save her. The fact he was alive implied she was still in there and still cared. That had to mean something.
Driven by love and a glimmer of hope, Lonnie approached the monstrosity on the horizon. The giant pregnant belly, rooted in the ground, appeared ominous and foreboding. The sickly-sweet stench of decay filled his lungs and stung his eyes. As he drew nearer, he could see the giant boulders that had been tossed aside like pebbles as the belly emerged. Now they lay around the base like bubbles in the worst bubble bath ever. Lonnie contemplated his options and the weight of the responsibility he bore. His wife’s essence resided within this abomination, and he alone could determine its fate.
Summoning his courage, Lonnie hooked up the air to his suit. It cut out the awful scent, at least for a moment. Lonnie almost wished it hadn’t since with that oppressive rot gone from his lungs, he had to face his next task. He had to get inside this monstrosity.
He carefully set a hand on the “Atonement” sticker and then pulled his equipment down from the road bike. The chainsaw came first.
He turned it on and listened for a moment to the sound of its blade, half expecting the horror in front of him to respond. It did not. The rest of the world was still—no, still was too light a word. The rest of the world was dead. He walked on the bones of a corpse, begging for vengeance.
Lonnie swung the chainsaw against the mottled flesh of the belly. It squished and oozed, slicing easily. Red fluid leaked out along with a slimy yellowish substance. Some splashed against Lonnie’s helmet, giving the world a blotchy red sheen. He didn’t stop. There was no turning back, and nothing to turn back toward. In short order, Lonnie had opened a gap in the monstrous belly using his chainsaw.
For a long moment, he stood, chainsaw in hand, and stared into this pathway into the unknown. He had predictions for what lay inside, but this was uncharted territory. To know anything, he’d have to go in. Lonnie turned the chainsaw off and set it on his road bike. He doubted he’d see either tool again, but if his was the last living hand to affect the face of the earth, he’d leave as neat a mark as he could.
His hand tightened around the handhold of the “Atonement” container. All his hope was there.
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Then hoisting the water scooter, Lonnie took in a deep breath of canned air and ventured inside the demonic swell. Darkness covered him. Encased in this tomb, Lonnie moved slowly at first, with only his headlamp to guide him. As his eyes adjusted to the eerie reddish light that filtered in through the skin and muscle of the belly, he saw more of his new surroundings. The interior revealed a cavernous expanse of flesh arching above and in meaty walls around him. He traveled with an eye to get to the center. He had an idea of what was there.
After all, Sarah had promised him a pregnancy, and a pregnancy implied a fetus.
Here inside the cloying heat of the belly, Lonnie could not even pretend that anything he did could bring the world back. There was nothing to restore. He’d always known that. For the first time, he truly accepted it. This was all there was, and he was headed toward the center of that evil.
Sure enough, he came to a central lake filled with amniotic fluid. It was too dark to see anything within the vast waters, yet small waves lapped out, implying some sort of movement within. Without hesitation, Lonnie plunged into the fluid, utilizing the underwater scooter to navigate swiftly through the watery depths.
He kept a firm hold of his “Atonement.”
The air inside his helmet tasted stale. Lonnie was sure he had time left before he ran out of air, but not endless time. And he was certain that breathing the air in this place would be death. He couldn’t afford fear or indecision.
The fluid clung around him, hot and thick. Much thicker than water, more like swimming through blood, though it was clear as water. Clear enough to see the bones that floated mixed in the fluid and the vines.
At the lake’s bottom, he encountered the abomination—the twisted fusion of human, animal, and plant—known as the Second Desecration. Sarah had uttered those words to him. He only believed them. Yet somehow, he’d expected it to be horrid, a creature from the deep recesses of depravity. Perhaps it was, but in its way, the Second Desecration was also a baby, though nearly four times as large as Lonnie already. Its facial features were almost human: large eyes, a human nose, and a mouth. Extra appendages grew from its back and sides. But its limbs still had the frail look of a fetus. This monstrosity was not yet fit to live outside its womb.
Now was the only moment.
Drawn closer by a mixture of curiosity, desperation, and love, Lonnie clutched the container tightly. Within it lay something dreadful and oddly wonderful. Something that had only been possible through his work in physics—a devastating mass destruction device—the first anti-matter bomb. It was a weapon he had never desired to see made real. Yet now he saw its potential as a means to reshape the impending reality.
He’d come to destroy this thing as it had destroyed his world and his life.
Amidst the grotesque scene, a thought penetrated Lonnie’s mind. If his wife had transformed into the vessel for the Second Desecration’s birth, could this creature, in some unfathomable way, be the son she had always longed for? That Lonnie himself had always wanted. Images of the world as it once was flooded his thoughts, a world already lost irretrievably.
Ending the Second Desecration now would not bring that world back.
But to do nothing would have consequences. He imagined the horror that would unfold if he allowed the Second Desecration to come into existence—a nightmarish realm akin to hell on Earth.
In the midst of his contemplation, Lonnie understood the precipice before him. The only thing that remained was to decide: should he release the destructive force within the container, returning everything to the void? Or should he permit his “son” to live, thereby allowing the birth of a distorted and contorted new world?
Either act was an end for Lonnie, an end for the world. In the end, Lonnie didn’t have anything except for a choice.
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