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The summer I turned 10 was the best time of my life. For years I’d had trouble making friends with other girls, and out of nowhere I was accepted into a group of boys. We would ride our bikes everywhere, play games, and sit up all night just talking about superheroes. I loved it, and I started enjoying coming to school.
That summer was the first summer we went to Everett’s cabin. We biked up there with his dad and spent three days hiking, fishing, telling stories, building a treehouse, and chowing down on hot dogs. It was amazing, and probably the first time in my life where I truly felt like part of a group.
For the next few years, we went back up there every summer. Sometimes we’d get another member, sometimes we’d lose one. People came and went, but we biked up there every summer nonetheless.
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They became my best friends. I was one of the “original members” alongside Everett and Sam, but one year we had Lewis, another year there was Owen, and so on. But me, Everett, and Sam? We were always there. The originals.
By the time we all turned 14, there was another girl joining the group; Sam’s girlfriend Josslyn. I’d had some trouble getting along with other girls, so I was a bit hesitant about having Josslyn come along. But I was hilariously wrong. Within a couple of weeks, Josslyn became my best friend. She was like the sister I never had.
The year we turned 16 was the last time we would go there as a group. By then, everyone was growing up. Some were going to college; others were getting a job. Hell, Sam and Josslyn had just broken up and could barely be in the same room. Spending the summer in Everett’s cabin became one of those things that you just stop doing. We promised we’d go back there someday and celebrate summer the right way, knowing full well that would probably never happen.
And then, nothing. And as with all names and faces, they started growing distant. We kept in touch every now and then, but Sam, Everett and Josslyn all went on with their lives. I did too.
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That was until a few years ago, when we all turned 30.
By then, Sam was about to move out of state. His startup company had gained some traction, and they were moving their main office. He was hitting the big leagues.
Josslyn was planning a move to Scotland. She’d met this guy at the university that she fell head over heels in love with, and the two of them’d had a long-distance relationship for close to a decade.
Everett, well, he’d tried to play the family man. He had a four-year old son and a two-year old girl with a woman who was divorcing him. Oof.
And me? Well, I wasn’t dealing with my aging very well. I’ve had anxiety all my life and haven’t celebrated a birthday since I was 14. I can barely look myself in the mirror, horrified of the possibility of seeing a grey hair. I’m a bit of a hypochondriac, truth be told, and I imagine feeling all kinds of cramps and pains because of my age. And yes, I know 30 isn’t that old. Doesn’t matter.
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But that summer, Everett sent us a message out of nowhere. His family was selling the cabin, and he figured one more trip down memory lane would do us all some good. The whole area was being sold off to a logging company at the end of summer. Personally, I just think the divorce was getting to him.
At first, I wasn’t going to accept. But after seeing both Sam and Josslyn agreeing to come, I couldn’t say no. Maybe it would distract me from turning 30.
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So one sunny day in late June I drove down from Morgantown back home to Juniper (WV), not knowing what to expect. I figured I might get a nice weekend out of it.
And as I met up with Sam and Everett, it was as if nothing had changed. They hugged me. We laughed, we joked around, and we laughed some more. Everett had rented us mountain bikes. I got the blue one.
Sure, they looked a bit different. Sam had put on a few pounds and had a thick pair of glasses. He was already sweating. Everett, who used to have dreadlocks, had this short and neat office-type haircut, and his eyes looked darker. But that was all just appearance; they were the same guys. Same humor, same smiles, same favorite superheroes. Wonderful.
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We stopped at the supermarket. I was comparing beef jerky prices when Sam walked up to me.
“Josslyn went on ahead,” he explained. “The roads are all dug up, so we’re taking the tunnel.”
“The Rosewater tunnel? By the railroad?” I asked.
“Yeah,” nodded Sam. “Shouldn’t take long. Josslyn is already up there.”
Made sense to me. Josslyn was the outdoorsy type. She was probably up there making a fire by rubbing sticks together or something. But just in case, I bought myself a Firestarter. You never know.
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And then we were off. Riding bikes with the same people, down the same roads. Sure, it all looked different, but it really wasn’t. After all these years, I was still just me and the guys. For a moment, I felt this surge of optimism; like everything, somehow, might turn out all right.
Everett took point. We followed a trail deep into the pine forest, sweating under the summer sun. The canopy was a blessing, hiding us from the afternoon heat. It took us a bit over an hour to find the railroad tracks. We followed them north. Sam was sweating like he’d never even seen a bike before.
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Then we got to the tunnel. The old Rosewater tunnel wasn’t long, but it was old. Everyone knew about it, but it was the kind of place that parents refused to let their kids go near. The place was probably covered in mold. Still, biking through it wouldn’t be a problem. You could feel the draft coming through.
The tunnel had a slight curve to it, so we couldn’t see the other side. Still, Everett took point and howled with joy as he entered. The echo bounced off the walls, reaching into the mountain. Sam followed suit, shrieking just as loud. We dove deep into the dark with the rhythmic thumping of the railroad tracks beneath us.
Our bike lights shone as bright as they could, but the tunnel swallowed them. It was getting colder and colder, almost to the point of my breath showing. Little dust particles danced in the weak light. The sound of spinning bike chains and thumping wheels echoed, and the air tasted like old moisture.
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Suddenly, Everett stopped. Then Sam. And soon, I could see why.
We were in the middle of the tunnel, and there was something covering the ground.
Snow.
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We were all standing there dumbfounded. Snow? In late June? That didn’t make a lick of sense.
“That’s just weird,” said Sam. “Let’s keep going.”
“Wait,” said Everett.
He stepped off his bike and walked around for a bit. I leaned against my handlebar, feeling the weight of my backpack. I hadn’t even noticed how out of breath I was. Everett leaned down, looking at the snow.
“What’s up?” Sam asked. “We going?”
“Yeah, yeah,” nodded Everett. “It’s just… I dunno.”
“Dunno what?”
“Like… where’re the tracks?”
“You’re sitting on ‘em” I added. “What’s the deal?”
“No, Josslyn’s tracks.”
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Now I could definitely see my own breath. And Everett was right, the snow was undisturbed. Josslyn couldn’t have come through there, unless the snow had recently settled. But what, an inch and a half of powder snow in late June, in less than a day? Nah.
Everett got back on his bike.
“Let’s just keep going.”
We biked through the snow. About ten minutes later, we got to the edge of the tunnel.
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It’d collapsed in on itself.
The ceiling had caved in and filled the entire tunnel with a steep slant of solid rock chunks. It didn’t look recent either.
We just turned around. There was no reason for us to keep pushing forward, so we decided to just go back out and follow the (if somewhat broken) main road instead. We had bikes, we could go pretty much anywhere. Still, I couldn’t help but notice how Everett seemed a bit distraught. We all were.
On our way back through the snow, I got the sense that something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on what. But right then and there, I was just happy we were leaving.
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Except we didn’t get far.
The path we came in through had also collapsed.
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“Did we make a… a wrong turn?” Sam asked. “I thought this… this was just a straight line.”
“It is,” said Everett. “This, uh… this doesn’t make sense.”
“I didn’t hear anything,” I gasped. “I didn’t hear a goddamn thing.”
“This is old. There’s dust. It didn’t just collapse, this is… ,” insisted Everett.
“So we must’ve gotten turned around somewhere,” smiled Sam. “So we backtrack.”
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It took us about 45 minutes to move from one end of the tunnel to the other; but both ends were definitely collapsed. How we entered in the first place was mind boggling. It didn’t make sense.
At some point, we just stopped. We stepped off our bikes and sat down. Sam used his phone as a flashlight, illuminating the dancing dust particles. The air tasted stale.
“No bars,” Sam said. “Tunnels suck.”
“It doesn’t make sense!” groaned Everett. “We got in, we can get out!”
“How?!” I asked, throwing my arms out. “I’m not seeing any exits! It… it fell!”
“That’s impossible!” spat Everett. “There would be a… a goddamn ear-bursting pressure! There’d be so much dust we… we wouldn’t be able to breathe! And there wouldn’t be goddamn snow all over the ground!”
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We tried to get our phones to work. We tried moving the rocks, but the thick moisture in the air had frozen; making them all stick together like bricks and mortar. There was no way.
We wasted hours, and the temperature just kept dropping. I’d started shivering, and Sam’s breath had frozen into little icicles in his beard. Everett paced back and forth, trying to come up with a plan.
The snow was either expanding, or we kept coming back to it. Either way, it was everywhere. And the temperature kept dropping; fast.
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At one point, that strange feeling in my stomach came back to me. I removed my bike light and used it as a torch. I noticed something in the snow.
I could see our tracks. Both from our bikes, and our shoes. But there was something else; a slight impression. Two thin parallel lines, running next to the wall. They twisted and turned at times, but I couldn’t make out what it was supposed to be. I called Sam and Everett over to help me, but we suddenly got distracted.
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Somewhere deep in the tunnel, I heard something.
A voice.
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“You should be helping me.”
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It came from further in. Without a doubt in my mind, and after all these years, I could still recognize Josslyn’s voice. We tried to pinpoint where it came from, but the tunnel made it impossible.
“Joss?” Sam called out. “Joss, you there?”
Nothing. We looked at one another. It took Everett a few moments to even attempt to accept this.
“Joss!” Everett finally called out “Josslyn!”
Still, nothing.
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We looked for her. I could feel myself growing more desperate as the air got colder. My teeth had started to chatter, and no amount of rubbing my arms changed a thing. My hairs were standing at attention, as if listening for warmth.
Sam and Everett kept calling out to her, but we got no response. And all over the snow I kept seeing these two parallel lines, just barely scraping the top of the snow. Either they’d been there for a while, or whatever was making them were something extraordinarily light. But there was no way of telling where it came from.
I have no idea how many hours we spent walking up and down that freezing tunnel. At some point, we all gathered in a circle and wrapped ourselves in sleeping bags. I tried to use my Firestarter, but we didn’t have much to burn. We piled up some of our extra clothes and spent the better part of an hour setting it on fire. It burned for less than ten minutes.
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At some point, we just stopped trying. Our hands were raw, and I started having cold sweats. We’d turned off the lights to save on battery, but my restless eyes kept moving. I could feel myself going cross-eyed, my mind confused by the pressing dark.
There was too much ground to cover. There might be some side tunnel that we might’ve missed, but we were losing hope. I didn’t know what to make of it. Sam and Everett had gone through several cycles of arguing, making a desperate effort, being anxiously hopeful, and then back to arguing. Now they were just quiet.
I would’ve preferred an argument.
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“You… should be helping me.”
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We all looked up. It was distant, but not as distant as last time. I could hear Sam shuffling as he got up. He called out to Josslyn again and again, but there was no response. Sam was growing more and more desperate, and his screams got louder. At some point, he stopped calling out to her; he just screamed.
The arguing started again as Everett tried to shut him up. But I heard something. I looked up, concentrating on the sound. There was a slight reverb, like the sound bouncing off something metallic.
I put my bike light back on and looked up, letting the bright cone answer my question.
There were drainpipes running along the ceiling of the tunnel.
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“Some… some kind of drainage, or a run-off,” said Sam, looking up. “That’s gotta… wait. This wasn’t at the entrance.”
“So it started further in,” I said. “Maybe there’s a maintenance area.”
At that, Everett got up.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, that makes, uh… that makes sense.”
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We followed the pipes, and I couldn’t help but notice that the parallel lines in the snow that seemed to be going the same way. They were roughly following the way the pipes were running in the ceiling. Sam and Everett didn’t seem to notice.
“There might be another way out,” said Sam. “Like a… maintenance entrance.”
“Yeah,” agreed Everett. “They can’t have people running in and out of here when the trains are coming, right?”
My stomach turned. The stress was getting to me. I wasn’t usually the quiet one of the group, but crawling around in the dark just weighed my entire mind down. It wasn’t supposed to be cold. It wasn’t supposed to be dark. We were supposed to be making hot dogs by the cabin.
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There was a faint tapping sound. Something banging against the pipes, somewhere up ahead. Sam and Everett pushed forward.
And there it was. A maintenance door.
We all got excited. We ran up to it, and the moment Sam put his hands on the handle, I shouted at them to stop.
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They just looked at me, barely illuminated by our combined electronics. I could see the parallel lines running in the snow leading into the maintenance door. I pointed it out to Sam and Everett, who didn’t pay it no mind. Sam thought it was water drops from condensation. Everett didn’t care.
It couldn’t be water drops. It was too cold, and too consistent. Something in me screamed at me to just… not go further. This was bad.
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But the door flung open, and we stepped inside.
There was an awful smell in the air. Chemicals; mostly ammonia. It took some time getting used to, but we pushed on. There was a small corridor leading us further in, branching into maintenance tunnels that were so small that we had to move sideways to fit.
We explored, as a group. We couldn’t find an obvious way out, but we could make an educated guess. We just had to find a way that pointed us either straight forward, or straight back; following the curvature of the Rosewater tunnel.
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At one point, we hit a dead end. As we turned back, I was suddenly first in line. Then we heard it again.
“You should… be helping me.”
This time it was just down the hall. It was so close it chilled me more than my freezing breath. And for a split second, I could swear I saw something move just at the edge of the light. Something that retreated into the dark with a rhythmic sound. And it was leaving behind those strange parallel lines in the frost-covered floor.
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We got back to one of the maintenance hubs. The drainpipes coalesced, leading us further in. We stopped for a while, as Sam was out of batteries.
“They will come looking for us,” said Sam. “We should just go back and wait.”
“We’ll freeze,” I said. “It’s absurd, but we’ll freeze.”
“She’s right,” agreed Everett. “We… we gotta push.”
“Then I go second. I don’t have a light.”
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We agreed.
And as we turned around, there was Josslyn.
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We could barely make out her shape at first. She looked taller, and her hair clung to her face like she’d crawled out of a cold bath. She just stood there, barely keeping herself upright. Sam and I stood there in shock, but Everett burst into action. He sprinted forward towards her.
In a whiplash-like motion, Josslyn was pulled back into the dark. She didn’t make a sound.
I noticed two things.
One, that her legs didn’t move.
And two, that her feet barely touched the ground; leaving parallel lines in the frosted floor.
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Everett rushed after her, screaming her name over and over like a desperate parrot. I was right behind him, and Sam was trying his best to keep up. We ran, seeing whiffs of her hair disappear further and further into the darkness. She was moving, fast, and we could barely keep up. Just seconds later, as we came to a four-way junction, she was gone.
Everett fell to his knees, panting. I stopped short of tripping over him.
“She… she’s here,” Everett panted. “S-something’s wrong.”
I spat and tried to stay in motion to keep my sweat from freezing. The salt stung my eyes.
“Why… why is she doing this?” he asked. “What’s going on?”
“Wait,” I said.
I turned around.
“Where’s Sam?”
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We backtracked. We tried to mentally map those labyrinthian halls, but we just came up with dead end after dead end. Sam was gone. Disappeared into the dark.
And somewhere, far ahead, we could hear something again.
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“Yooooouu~ should be… helping me.”
But this time, in Sam’s voice.
Sam’s broken, drawling, drawn-out half-voice. It made the drainpipes reverberate, shaking with excitement.
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This time, we turned the other way. We couldn’t keep getting pulled further and further in. We made a silent agreement that whatever was in there was something we didn’t want to see. We had to keep going, and once we got out, we could help.
“We… we have to follow the pipes,” said Everett. “They have to lead outside at some point!”
“Or they’ll just… just lead us further in!”
“We can’t keep running in circles! We pick a path, and we stick to it!”
He grabbed my shoulders. Even with barely functioning light, I could see the panicked size of his pupils. I nodded. Whatever it took for us to stick together.
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We must’ve walked for hours. And finally, it opened up into another junction. This one with only two adjoining corridors. But by now, we’d moved around so much there was no way to tell what was north, south, or in-between. We could only guess.
“You pick,” said Everett.
And I did.
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We followed one of the halls, and I could hear my footsteps growing louder. The echo was increasing. Moments later, the halls opened into a kind of hub area where all the drainpipes coalesced. It was much large than expected, with solid concrete walls and floors. Dozens of pipes lead us here.
Everett was about to rush forward when I put a hand on his shoulder. I looked around for a bit, but he brushed me off and kept going.
“Wait!” I called out, pointing.
There was something up ahead.
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It was impossible not to recognize Sam. His body hanging limp, inches off the ground like a stringed-up puppet.
His skin white as snow, with icicles hanging from his beard and hair. He didn’t move.
“You shooooould… be helping me,” his body groaned, without ever moving his mouth.
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The shadows behind him moved.
The very dark of the room; it moved.
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And at that moment, I realized there was something oil-slick and dark slithering along the pipes; holding Sam up like a ventriloquist dummy.
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“Sssssshould. Sssssshould be.”
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I could see Josslyn’s bike, snapped in half and thrown into a corner. Strange flowers grew along the edge of the wall; like little sunflowers, frozen and blue.
I could see Josslyn’s backpack torn open and thrown across the floor. The hot dogs, trampled and abandoned. And there at the very edge of my light, I could see Josslyn’s frozen hair splayed across the concrete in a pool of frozen blood.
Unnatural hands crawled across the drainpipes, causing a rhythmic thumping. And just as the horror of this vision sunk into me, my mind exploded into panic. It was like watching through my eyes like a passenger, surrendering completely to whatever power would get me out of there. My mind lit up the world with fear, as a real and tangible threat started coming our way; and it was dragging Sam along.
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I bolted back out the door. Something was right behind me, but I didn’t know if it was Everett or… that Sam-thing. I didn’t care. I didn’t care the slightest.
I turned a quick corner. Everett followed. The Sam-thing couldn’t keep up, and whatever held him just tossed him aside. I could hear his body shattering like a gypsum statue; his body frozen solid.
Another corner. A quick turn.
Too quick.
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I tripped on my own feet. I fell, and Everett fell right after me. We ended up on our sides, lying face-to-face. Something in my elbow broke, and I couldn’t get up.
Then, Everett stopped. I did too. I held my breath, waiting for whatever pain there was to come. Everett looked at me, slack jawed.
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His breathing stopped. A long mosquito-like appendage had extended down from the drainpipes, piercing the back of his skull, like popping a water balloon. It was sucking out his warmth, making his skin lose its color. Eyes sinking into his skull, freezing. Nails and tongue turning black. Skin cracking like porcelain. Membranes shriveling into nothing but dry meat.
“Yooooooou~ “ it started. “… yoooOoou… heEeeeeEelping me. Help. Helping meeeee.”
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I couldn’t look away.
But as my light dwindled, all that was left was the cold of his touch, and his words; frozen in time.
“Shhhh… shhhhoooOo… should be. Be. Be.”
As my light went out, all that was left was one desperate plea. And for a moment, it sounded just like him.
“Helping me. Helping. Helping me. Helping… me.”
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I must’ve stayed there for hours, growing colder by the minute. I just lay there, listening to him slowly learning how to talk with Everett’s body. My tears had frozen my eyelids shut, and my shivers had subsided to a deep throbbing pain.
At some point, Everett was lifted off the floor. And as a cold spike poked against my skin, I realized I could barely feel it. I was too cold.
The creature must’ve thought the same thing, as it left me there. I had no warmth left for it to feast on.
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I was no longer interesting prey. I’d accidentally strained my elbow as I fell, and I could barely feel my legs. Further and further away, I could hear the rhythmic thumping as the creature moved along the drainpipes. The pleas of what remained of Everett grew more confident, and distant.
At some point, it wasn’t interested anymore. I fumbled down corridor after corridor, trying to keep my eyes open.
And out of nowhere, the tunnels just seemed to... open up.
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On the other side of the Rosewater Tunnel, the light blinded me.
The sun of late June promised me that I was finally safe.
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Now, this was all about… five years ago. Law enforcement insist that we were “urban explorers” who messed up. There had been reports of rockslides near the Rosewater Tunnels, and they figured that Sam, Everett and Josslyn got caught in it somewhere deep in the abandoned side tunnels. They didn’t take any other report or indication of wrongdoing seriously. That I had frost burns in late June didn’t seem to bother them.
I’ve been holding off on writing this story as it was technically open for investigation until last September. They finally closed it, officially classifying it as a kind of spelunking expedition gone wrong. They swear they’ve investigated the tunnel, but I have yet to see a single squad car anywhere near it.
I don’t think this is over.
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I’ve since left it all behind. The town, the people, the past.
And whatever future I have left, I will cherish.

This is a super long shot. But does anyone else see similarities between YJ and Snow White? And no, I don’t expect Shauna to start singing along with the birds and befriend forest animals. I don’t mean the Disney Princess. I mean a darker Snow White and the Seven Dwarves story.
Setting: A bunch of them all living in a small cabin in the woods surrounded by woodland animals and some dark magic type shit. The prince is simple and kinda dumb, but means well for the most part, and kisses Snow White and all hell breaks loose.
Lottie: witch/villain Misty: Doc Nat: the hunter in the woods Tai: Sleepy Laura Lee: Happy
Dopey is either Ben or Jeff Unless Ben is Grumpy lol The prince is either Travis or Jeff
And as much as I’d like to say Jackie is Snow White, I think it’s actually Shauna.
I know not every character was matched up, but this could be loosely based on the fairy tale. Very loosely. But I can’t help but see similarities between it and fairy tales!

The Emperor of Mankind stood resolute, his gaze fixed upon the swirling vortex of the Chaos gate on the planet Molech. He was more man than god then, but his mind was already a raging tempest of unfathomable psychic power, vast and deep as the ocean's abyss, unconquerable and unyielding to the tumultuous storms that raged upon the surface of its waves. His will was a beacon of hope amidst the seething darkness, shining with a brilliance that rivaled the radiance of the stars.
He had come to Molech seeking ancient powers, to help him in his quest to reunite humanity and forge a new Imperium that could endure in the harsh reality of the far future. But as soon as he stepped towards the gate, he felt the gaze of the four Chaos gods upon him, their malevolent presence an ever-present threat.
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The Emperor stood firm, his unwavering gaze piercing through the tempest of Chaos. "I come seeking knowledge," he declared, his voice calm and steady. "And I seek access to the primordial warp, before it was tainted by your corrupting influence. I know of the Prime Archeos that once reigned over the warp before the War in Heaven."
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The gods of Chaos fell silent, their cacophonous laughter and snarls of derision fading to a hushed whisper as the gates' swirling vortex began to calm. With each step the Emperor took, the air crackled with psychic energy, his formidable presence radiating outwards. With a sense of purpose that bordered on the divine, he strode forward into the heart of the warp, determined to claim the power he sought and bring about a new era for humanity.
As the Emperor stepped through the Chaos gate on the planet Molech, a sudden surge of raw energy coursed through his body. He felt an intense disorientation and was momentarily blinded by a blinding white light before everything went black.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing on an icy mountain top, surrounded by a swirling vortex of unbridled psychic energy. The landscape was eerily familiar, harkening back to the mountains of his youth during a long-forgotten era on Earth. He knew immediately that he had entered the primordial part of the warp, the last bastion of untainted energy that the four Chaos gods had yet to corrupt.
As he surveyed the area, he noticed a scene of destruction in the distance and set his sights on investigating. As he got closer, the bodies of Khorne's daemons lay before him, their twisted forms frozen in death. Whatever had killed these daemons had given them a true death, a feat not easily accomplished.
As he searched the area for any clues, he saw something shimmering in the snow. It was pure, uncorrupted warp energy, leading up the mountain beyond his sight. With his senses heightened, the Emperor followed the trail of raw power with caution, maneuvering through the treacherous terrain. The psychic energy grew stronger with every step, and he knew he was getting closer to his destination.
Rounding a bend in the mountain path, he came face to face with the first of the Prime Archeos, a being of immense psychic energy that took the form of a great wolf. The beast had been attacked by a powerful force, leaving it weakened and vulnerable. Despite its injuries, the wolf king remained unbroken.
The Emperor approached the wolf king, his senses on high alert for any signs of danger. The beast snarled at him, unsure of what to make of the newcomer. The Emperor, however, reached out with his own immense psychic power and began to heal the wolf king's wounds.
As he worked, the Emperor felt the beast's energy flowing into him, a potent and fierce force that threatened to overwhelm him. But he persisted, determined to see the wolf king restored to its full strength.
He could sense other beings in the area, watching him with hostility and suspicion. Still, the Emperor pressed on, mending the wolf king's broken spirit and body, his own psychic power pouring into the creature.
With every passing moment, he could feel the embodiment of loyalty and protectiveness that encompassed all of space and time. The bond between the two beings grew stronger. When the wolf king was finally healed, it relaxed its stance and began to wag its tail, gazing at the Emperor with fierce nobility.
For a long moment, the Emperor and the wolf king regarded each other, recognizing in one another a kindred spirit, a powerful force for good in a universe consumed by darkness.

Timestamps Artisans + GSK M107 Collection
Local to 92115
Willing to trade for or purchase the following items. Please comment then PM me your prices shipped to Califonia, 92115:
GMK Hyperfuse Accent Kit
GMK Yuri Icons, Novelties
GMK Carbon R2 Novelties, Rolling Bones, 6u Spacebars
GMK Laser Laserwave Dusk & Dawn Translucent kits

Item	Description	Price (Inclusive of PayPal fee, exclusive of Shipping fee)
Silver Heavy Grail	Originally A stock, but came with two tiny, pin needle scuffs from the factory. Not really visible when on desk. Built with a pro classic, unsilenced, lubed sliders and stabs, white switchplate. Comes with folio/box/extra screws/tools. Will come with Ivory Printed caps. If you want Edius caps as well let me know and we can work something out. https://imgur.com/a/rpw1NCm	$735
HHKB Snow 25th Ann.	Printed case, blank caps. 25th Ann. "Fn" key in place of the blank "Fn" key. Stock/unmodded. Has coldtop sticker on the bottom, removable. Comes with box. https://imgur.com/a/kzgzVSg	$315
Unfinished/Raw Norbauer Data Pad	Unfinished Aluminum Data Pad. Raw SS Backplate. No Norbauer box. Comes with Folio, extra parts. Can sell as is case only, or with a 23ub (stock, lubed the 2u stab, unsilenced) https://imgur.com/a/xV4Om8Q	$350 or $440 with 23ub
Black/Chroma Link65	Built with Wisteria switches and TX Stabs on a solder PCB. PE foamed. Comes with original box/accessories/foams. Plastic still on the PVD weight. https://imgur.com/a/aTvUkS0	$315
GMK Noire Base	Base has some shine. https://imgur.com/a/LkNnKOZ	$110
GMK Noire Salvuns	Alu, Brass, Copper	$40 for alu, $50 for brass/copper
GMK Noire Diffraction Deskmat	Like new	$20
GMK Redacted Base + Novs + Bars + Add-on	Base has very light shine on some alphas	$250
GMK Camping R2 Base + Novs + LuxCable Collab	Base has light/moderate shine. Missing normal backspace, novs includes Novelty backspace. Ships in bags	$220
GMK Sloth Novs	Sealed	$45
GMK Norse Base + Bars + Novs + 1u Alu RAMA + Spacecables Collab	Typed on for a few hours on my old dolice then stowed away. No shine. Ships in bags	$290
GMK Metropolis R2 Base	Sealed	$115
GMK Metropolis R2 Novelties	Sealed	$45
GMK Metropolis 2.25u Enter RAMA	BNIB	$50
GMK Metropolis 1u RAMA	BNIB	$40
GMK Yuri 40s Kit	Sealed	$45
GMK Dualshot R2 Command	Sealed	$25
GMK Awaken Mainframe Base	Very light shine, ships in bags	$105

Artisans:

Maker + Sculpt	Colorway	Price (Inclusive of PayPal fee, exclusive of Shipping fee)
Melonkeys Hayabusa	Dustbusa	$55
Lividity Observer	Julius	$55
SodieCaps Crescent Cap v2	Ashes of Ariandel	$55
Lividity Shriek	Companion	$55
404artisans INKM	Pennywise	$35
Destroyer Caps Rawr	Clarblart	$35
Melonkeys Suika	Laser	$75
Melonkeys Sumo	Laser	$75
Melonkeys Kamikaze	Laser	$75
Hungry Hustlas Conchas	Pink/White, Black/Grey, Tri-color	$25/ea
Rama Wave Seq2 Br Matte	Gold	$60
Hibi x JWST	-	$45
Namong Lessy w/ Sunglasses	Rudy	$85

M107 Collection:
Selling my GSK M107 collection. Here's an image that lists which are currently available in this collection. Asking $110/cap if you purchase the whole collection (23 caps). If you buy the whole collection I will cover shipping and insurance cost within CONUS (signature will be required, package will be massive). Every single one has its own box/auth card/sticker, except for Hyperfuse which is missing the sticker. No cracked stems. Only a handful were ever mounted. If you're interested in only select caps, feel free to PM me and we can work something out. There's 2 Wonder Woman caps in there. If you buy the whole collection, I will just throw the extra one in for free.
If the collection gets broken up, I will update availability below:
All available as of 1/13/23.
Light & Dark Carbon, Patina, and Laser sold as of 1/18/23. Daruma sold as of 2/9/23. No Face, Totoro, Drac, and Frankenstein sold as of 2/14/23. Bob, Buzz, and Thanos sold as of 2/20/23. Cheshire sold as of 3/3/23.
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Shipping turnaround time is usually next business day upon receipt of payment barring delays from couriers/work. Will only ship to address on PayPal. Please be sure it's correct!
Willing to ship international. Buyer responsible for any conversion & import/VAT fees. Items will be declared at full value for international sales. Feel free to send a PM if you have any questions/want more info or pictures. Be sure to check my most recent post for up-to-date availability on items!
Thank you for your interest

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark, when out of the blue, my wife called me at work. "We're going to Niagara Falls for the weekend. I got us an awesome deal!"
We had both been working at our first "full-fledged" jobs for a year and had reached that moment after graduation when you suddenly realize you can't make that impact on the world your student enthusiasm once promised. At first, I just sighed. It was the dead of January, and I had already expended all my energy on a week of inconsequential stress. I just wanted to collapse on the couch for two days. Sarah felt a similar weary exhaustion. I could tell. Her tone was more hopeful than excited, but she had dreaded the routine we were sinking into and was trying her best to pull us free.
I looked to the ceiling and adjusted my telephone headset. At that time I was working at Stats Canada on the tele-query desk. I took a deep breath and, as convincingly as possible, said, "Sounds good." I don't think she bought it, but we went nonetheless.
This was Niagara Falls before the casinos when there was a very distinct off-season. When we got to the hotel, we were given the details of our "lovers' special". One dinner to be used either Friday or Saturday, two breakfasts, a roll of tokens for the arcade, 10% off some "4D" movie ride experience, and a 2-for-1 coupon to Max Tussaud's. I guessed it was Madame's nephew? We also got a bottle of sparkling wine in our room and chocolate treats on our pillows. I was impressed. It sounded good.
When we got into our room and saw the "bottle" of wine - basically an aeroplane-sized glass and half - and the chocolates - "fun wrapped" Oh Henry's left over from Halloween - we both started to laugh. The tone for two wonderful days had been set. We decided to cash in on our dinner coupon right away.
The restaurant off the lobby had hopes of being better. There were huge panoramic windows that promised a view of the gorge. Unfortunately, they had some winter moisture problems that day, and it felt like we were defrosting amid the dripping streaks and foggy patches. The decor was your standard booths and tables though the "romantic" lighting was unique. Dollar store battery-powered tea lights were lodged inside thick tumbler glasses and shed a muted pleasantness in a "what a great idea for a craft" sort of way. I had a feeling they were created by our waitress since she was the one who always seemed to be fussing with them. Only one other couple was in the dining room, so she attended to us immediately.
"Can I get you something to start?"
"Sure." "Thank you, that would be nice." We both responded simultaneously.
"And what would the lady like this evening?"
Sarah smiled at the flattery. "I think I'll have a glass of white wine." She glanced over at me to see my reaction. This was a subtle cue of the mood to follow. Diet Coke was usually the beverage of choice. She didn't normally drink alcohol. One glass numbed her nose and made her giggle far too easily. When she did drink, however, it meant she was comfortable with my company and open to anything to follow. I raised my eyebrows in a debonair way.
"And for the gentleman?"
"Do you have Foster's on tap?"
"Yes we do."
"I'll have a pint please."
Sarah smiled at the happy memories I invoked. At university, Foster's was my signature beer. It was at a time when Crocodile Dundee was a known name, and Australia was inexplicably cool. 15 cent buffalo wings and a pitcher of Foster's was the Tuesday night special at the London Arms pub. There the Classics Club would meet and, as a group, circle the wagons and drink ourselves into extroverts.
As soon as the waitress left, Sarah smiled at me. She reached out and held my hand across the table. With my gaze on hers, she slipped her foot from her shoe and slowly began sliding it up my pant leg.
"I got a pedicure this morning." She announced seductively.
I nodded and pretended I didn't notice her invitation. "What colour?" I asked.
"I'm not telling." She teased. "You'll just have to find out later." Her devious little smile was gorgeous.
"Mmmm. I can't wait."
When the waitress returned with our drinks, we immediately retreated to our personal spaces as if we had been discovered by the chaperone. Sarah opened the menu and began to salivate at the variety.
"Can we add an appetizer to the package dinner?" Her question seemed innocent enough.
"You're on the package?" Our friendly waitress disappeared, and we were no longer a lady or a gentleman. She ripped the menu out of Sarah's hand and took mine before I had even opened it. She then scurried to her podium and brought back a tattered, grease-stained, photocopied page that we had to share. We both burst out laughing.
The waitress was flustered that we were not as bothered as she was. "The drinks are NOT included!"
"What choices do we have?" I asked, expecting the usual chicken or fish. I had been on many packages before with my parents.
"Coffee or tea." The waitress snapped.
Sarah and I looked at each other in amused disbelief.
"I'll have coffee please." I didn't even flinch at the ridiculously limited package. I was eager to get my order in early.
"And I'll have the tea!" Sarah followed my lead. "Can I have some milk with that?"
"Yes." The waitress snarled.
"Fantastic!" I enthused.
"Yes, great! I'm glad we got the package, Honey." Sarah joked.
The waitress stormed off and returned sometime later with our lettuce-only salads drowned in Kraft's Italian dressing and our chewy chicken dinners, which she had thoughtfully allowed to cool. She tossed the plates on the table and left us to peacefully devour our deal. We didn't see her again until we requested the bill. For some reason, we found it amusing to leave a generous tip, which of course, defeated the purpose of the package, but we didn't care. It was fun.
The rest of the holiday was marred with similar off-season products and services. The wax museum was only half open, so we couldn't see the pop stars of the seventies. I didn't think it was a problem, but Sarah pouted playfully. She really wanted to see young Bowie. Meanwhile, the arcade was particularly stingy about spitting out coupons. So much so that Mike, the scraggly-haired repair guy, ended up escorting us from game to game and repairing the devices on demand. In no time, he was acting like an old drinking buddy. He joked and laughed, then, out of the blue, revealed that working at the Niagara Falls Fun Centre wasn't his career choice, that his dream was to be part of a travelling carnival. He desperately wanted to see more of the world, he explained and socialize with a greater variety of "wildlife." Mike winked at Sarah to punctuate his meaning, then began advising her on which games to play.
Sarah was partial to Skee ball and clearly had career potential in the sport, but Mike quickly pointed out that the token-to-coupon payout was not the best. In a furtive whisper, he revealed that The Storm Stopper was your best bet, provided the arcade had left it on its original factory settings. He assured us the ones here were "cool." The game had lights that ran around the outside in opposite directions and you had to hit the button at just the right spot to win. It looked impossible, but Mike was right; if you calculated tokens in versus coupons won, it was the best deal. It only took a little practice to win a minor jackpot every 5 or 6 times.
We would cheer each win as if Toronto had won the Stanley Cup. I would give a quick fist pump and a full lung "Yes!" while Sarah would jump up and down screaming, "WhoooHooo!" Of course, in the end, when we cashed in, "Mike's secret" only bumped us up from a key-chain flashlight to a "deluxe" nail beauty set. Mind you, it did come complete with clippers, scissors, a file AND a cuticle scraper. Not only that, it was all neatly packaged in a paisley-patterned pink and green plastic vinyl case. Mike was so pleased to give us our prize and to be honest, we were thrilled to win it if only to see his broad chicletted smile. It was more of a trophy than a grooming set.
That night, I made reservations for us at a fancy Chinese food restaurant - the Bamboo Garden. When we arrived, we had half-expected renovations of some sort. Instead, the place was immaculate. Gentle pools teeming with goldfish highlighted the epic black and red Ming dynasty decor. Real candles flickered on crisp white tablecloths. Again, the restaurant was virtually ours. The reservations on my part were entirely unnecessary. In fact, as soon as we entered, they knew us by name and guided us directly to our table. A live lounge piano caressed the air, its notes danced vaguely around familiar harmonies until finally, as if prompted by our presence, a song emerged immediately accompanied by the velvet voice of oriental karaoke. It was our song remastered

I’m nothing special. I’m lazy, and damn it, I’m happy being lazy. I feel bad about it a lot, but not quite bad enough to actually change. It’s kind of a problem. My spouse has me going to therapy and everything.
I thought I had big dreams. I talked big in high school. I’d get into filmmaking, and use my art to change the world. I was an ass about it too. Scoffing at anyone who didn’t have big ambitions. But then I got to college (on my parents dime) and… something just broke. More likely, it had always been broken, and now that I was out on my own it just finally came to the surface. I don’t know. I didn’t last two years in film school.
One of my classmates writes for tv and has her own IMDB page now. That’s what I was up against. And Christ… I didn’t have the energy, creativity, or passion that those people had. I don't want to have no steady structure to my life. Film sets operate at all hours, anywhere in the world. It’s insanely competitive, and who the fuck has the energy to deal with that shit?
I spiraled into depression. Arguably I found my way out again, but a lot of the world tells me otherwise. I work a dead end job at a movie theater chain, mostly as a cleaner. I’ve worked there for five years now. If I wanted, I could theoretically learn all I could, and break into management, or learn to be a projectionist, so I could make more money and possibly advance. But I don’t have the focus, or the drive. I left myself a reminder on my phone to look into job advancement two years ago. It still pops up every Friday.
That’s how it’s been for most of my adult life. There are ways I could improve. Things I could do. I could be more wealthy. Not by much, mind you. But still. I just don’t care enough. I can barely bring myself to care about the simple job I have now.
Honestly, it’s a miracle that someone fell in love with me, let alone someone as amazing as my spouse. They do have ambition. It’s not self-centered capitalist passion either, like getting famous, or making lots of money. They want to help people. They’re a social worker. They get paid pennies to deal with people at their absolute worst. Some of the people they serve wouldn’t even be there if the courts hadn’t ordered it for their criminal behavior. In just five years, I’ve watched their passion drain, as that selfless job kicked the ever loving shit out of them. And here’s me. Too fucking lazy to pick up the slack so that maybe they can take a shorter shift or a smaller client base.
I plan to. I always plan to. But then we got stuck. Something crazy happened. They got pregnant. Suddenly we couldn’t afford for me to leave my shit job to find another, because we needed healthcare coverage. Our daughter was born two months ago now. That shit does weird things to you. I may be a lazy pos, but I am going to care for this baby as best I can. I don’t even know why. Sure she’s cute, but she screams a lot, she's always hungry, she poops, pees, and vomits on me, and she’s completely upended my life. These things are typically traits that would make me despise other human beings. But with baby Lina? I’m all “daaawww look at you.” Then I start crying and yelling about how much I love this baby. I swear, babies are pure evil, with their insidious cuteness and ability to fill us with “parent” hormones.
But why am I mentioning all this? Why should any of you people care about a boring, lazy pos like me? You shouldn’t really. I just wanted to illustrate to all of you that I’m utterly inconsequential. Useless. There’s nothing special about me, and I’m fucking fine with that. I will find the most amount of money, for the least amount of effort, that will give me enough time to blow on reading, movies, and video games. That’s all I aspire to really. That only changed slightly to accommodate my daughter. So now you have an idea. I'm nothing. One of those beings whose only a step above a societal parasite (except being a parasite makes you a billionaire these days).
And yet? I set the neighbor's dog on fire.
I didn’t do it on purpose. Not really anyway. I think I did it with my freaking mind. It seemed to come out of my fingers. I don’t know. I made fire, and it reduced this big angry mastiff to nothing but ash in a few short seconds. Bones, claws, fur, all of it just disintegrated, then the wind blew the ash away.
I sat there, one hand on Lina’s stroller, the other raised towards where the charging dog had been, my eyes wide with shock and my jaw at my feet. I blinked a few times. Trying to make sense of things.
I tried running through how the hell I reached this point. I was taking Lina for a walk in her stroller, I saw that big jackass dog (I think it’s name was Roofus) who had somehow escaped his yard (for the umpteenth time), and he had come bounding at my daughter and I as fast as his fat doggy legs could carry him. My brain had only just processed that the big, aggressive dog was out again, when it finally clicked that it was bounding towards me and my baby girl. That thing had nipped me in the past, but I never pressed charges. Why should I bother? But now I wish I had. Now it could hurt my baby. Shit. Why didn’t I confront our neighbor? I have to stop it! I thought.
I got between the approaching dog and Lina’s stroller. I raised my hand to do… something. I think I was hoping the dog would slow down. It didn’t. And then… there was a flash of weird yellow light. The dog didn’t have time to make a sound of pain or surprise. It just dissolved in a superheated ball of flames.
I lowered my hand, trying to make sense of it as the ash blew into the wind. I glanced down at Lina. She smiled up at me, and she even laughed. That was the first time I’d ever seen her laugh. I just kind of blinked.
“Ron! Hey Ron!” Someone was running towards me. I kept staring at Lina for a second before it registered. It was Harold. The white trashy dude who owned Roofus and refused to tie him up (while also refusing to either fix his fence or keep a closer eye on his big aggressive dog). You see that flash, man?” It wasn't even noon, and I could already smell the alcohol (despite the stench of burnt fur).
“Uh… yeah.”
“You know what the fuck that was?”
“Uh… no.” It wasn’t a lie.
“Shit. You seen my ‘dawg?’ Roofus done broke the fence again.”
“… no.” That absolutely was a lie.
“Damn, man. What’s that smell?”
“I… smells like a burning animal.” That one wasn’t a lie either.
“Sheeet. Look at the grass here!” He pointed at the spot where his big angry dog had vanished. There was a circle of scorched black grass.
Oh shit. I fucked up miss Peasley’s lawn went my idiot brain. “Huh,” my mouth said.
“Prolly a squirrel blew up on the power line. Ha! That bitch Peasley is gonna be pissed.”
Ugh. You’re such a douche, Harold. Holy crap I blew up your dog. Or did I? Maybe he’s right and it was an electrical line?
“Lemme know if you see Roofus!” Harold went on his way, leaving me utterly bewildered. What could I do? After standing there, terrified, for another minute, I took Lina home and ended up spending the rest of the morning desperately trying to coax her to eat while she screamed at me.
So yeah. I can apparently blow up dogs with my hands. No fucking clue how I did it. That happened a week ago. Miss Peasley got the HOA to contact electricians to check the power lines. They didn’t find any damage, but nobody else could figure out what had scorched Peasley’s lawn. The prevailing theory is Harold’s. An animal got scorched by the power lines and fell on her lawn. So they replaced those lines.
Apparently I’m the only one who knows that Harold’s dog blew up. Nobody else saw a thing. I would feel worse, but Harold managed to be a misogynistic prick even while he was sadly putting up ‘missing dog’ posters (dude was muttering about some teenage girl's shorts, like it was any of his business). And Roofus wasn’t a friendly dog. There were lots of stories about him terrorizing the neighborhood. Harold had even been charged over it.
All the same… I think I fucking blew up a dog and I keep having nightmares about it. I love dogs. I can’t afford to care for one, but Christ, I don’t want to blow one up! How the fuck did I even do that?
I’ve spent the week repeating over and over that it didn’t happen. Even if it did, it couldn’t have been me. Something else blew up the dog. Maybe Peasley secretly planted a land mine? She’s an eighty year old lady, so it’s unlikely… but it has to be more likely than me throwing fire at a dog that disintegrated it, right?
I was almost convinced, then I blew something else up. A little vase. It had housed an orchid at one time, but we’d both failed to keep the poor thing alive. We had yet to throw it away. I had set Lina in her bassinet, and dragged it into the kitchen where I could watch it while I tried to do a few chores. My cat, Sabrina, decided to get the zoomies and started bolting through the house. Eventually, she found herself leaping on top of the kitchen counters while I yelled at her to stop. I startled her, mid run. She lurched. She hit that vase with the dead plant in it.
I panicked. I was utterly convinced that the vase was about to fly straight into the bassinet and give my baby a concussion or worse. Despite the fact that I was nowhere near it, I thought to myself ‘I have to stop it!’ And when I thought that? The fire came back, scorched the little pot, and shattered it into a billion little pieces which clattered to the floor. Only then did it occur to me that Lina’s bassinet was nowhere near any of the counters, much less right next to the falling vase. I tried telling myself that the cat just knocked the vase down. But I fucking saw it happen. I saw the fireball shatter the vase long before it hit the floor. Honestly, I should be glad I didn’t blow up the cat.
Something really fucking weird is going on. I tried setting other things on fire. Nothing works. No matter how hard I “focus” or “concentrate.”
It only seems to happen when I think Lina is in danger. Do parents get superpowers I don’t know about? Is Lina doing this? She’s been weirdly chipper every time it happens. Furthermore, I keep noticing weird shit about her. I swear her eyes changed color. And not just in that ‘newborn baby growing up’ kind of way. It was like a flash of yellow that happened while I was trying to play peekaboo. She hadn’t really reacted to the game, so I figured she wasn’t old enough to register. But I tried one more time, and when I moved my hands, for a second? She had freaking yellow lizard eyes. But the moment passed and they were back to that baby blue. She just giggled up at me, cute as a button. Then she spit up a third of the formula I spent the last hour feeding her. Stuff smelled like pure gasoline.
Somehow? I was still trying to tell myself it was all in my head. The fires were some weird coincidence. Lina had a tummy ache or something that made her spit-up smell weird, and everything else was just in my imagination. I definitely didn’t see Lina floating an inch or so above her sleeping pad. My spouse, Chris, definitely didn’t hear me growling like a monster in my sleep. I definitely didn’t accidentally set fire to the diaper pail. And of course, the disappearance of Roofus, had nothing to do with me.
But then Chris dropped a bomb on me. I was once again struggling to feed our daughter one evening. She just wanted nothing to do with the bottle. Chris never seems to have trouble feeding her, with a bottle or nursing. For some reason? Lina just didn’t want to accept a bottle from me. I was frustrated. Chris saw it on my face.
“Hold on, Ron. There’s… there’s a weird trick I’ve been using. It started by accident. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you because… well… It's insane. And gross. But… It works. I use it in bottles and with nursing. And I never got to add it to the formula pitcher you're using. So you may as well know…” they looked very conflicted. Scared even.
“Chris. What do you mean? Is everything okay?” Chris swallowed nervously, then gathered their courage.
“Here. Let me see her bottle.” Confused, and weirdly intrigued, I handed it over, trying to ignore Lina’s angry wailing. Chris took it and turned around, hiding whatever they were doing. I heard them unscrew the bottle, then briefly hiss in pain, and a few seconds later, they screwed the lid back on, turned around, and handed it back. “Okay. Try feeding her now.”
I cocked an eyebrow, and glanced down at my daughter, who glared up at me (adorably). Cautiously, I offered her the nipple of the bottle. She fussed a bit at first, but then she tasted the liquid. She latched right on and happily began chugging away. I’ve never had her feed so easily with me. “Okay. What the heck did you do? She hardly ever eats this well for me.”
I glanced at Chris. They looked conflicted, and a little pale. They didn’t say a word. They just held up their left hand, and showed me a bleeding cut they had on their palm.
“I… you cut yourself?” I had no idea what they were implying.
“Blood, Ron. I added my blood.”
“You…” it took me a second. Finally my brain caught up. “You’ve been feeding her your blood?” I felt my mouth go dry and my face go pale. I struggled just to ask the question.
“Just adding a bit to the pitcher is usually enough.”
“I… what about nursing?”
They raised an eyebrow at me. “Have you seen my nipples lately?”
Suddenly the empty cases of nip guards and nipple cream made a lot more sense to me.
“How… did you figure it out?” I wondered.
“By mistake. It was when you went to get us food. I was having trouble getting her to latch at first, remember? But then, she started sucking on my finger. Cried when I pulled away. When she stopped I saw I had a cut. She was sucking on my cut.”
“Oh my god,” I said, as I combined my experiences with Chris’s in my head.
I think my spouse misinterpreted my reaction. They seemed to break down in tears, begging me for forgiveness.
“I know it’s fucked up! I didn’t know what to do! She wouldn’t eat unless I added a bit of blood! Please tell me you understand!”
I looked into their pretty blue eyes. The ones I felt so lucky to have fallen for. I was inwardly freaking out myself. All I managed to sputter out was “I think I blew up the neighbor’s dog.” We had a looong conversation after that.
So Chris and I are all caught up with each other. We’re on the same page. There’s definitely some really weird shit going on in our house, but fucked if we know what any of it is. I decided to see if anyone here had some ideas. Neither of us really want to contact the church. But hell. We’re getting desperate. Lina just keeps growing. What will she want when she starts eating solids?

(Focuses are 2, 4, and 13. District 13 will always be a focus, alongside two other original Districts.)
The reaping for District 13, which included the rest of the world, including South America, Asia, Europe, Australia, New Zealand, and Africa, was the largest District. Hence, it was decided to reap from a different country each time, and put the slips of paper back in the bowl every five years, but unused countries would have more names in the bowl. A reaping square was built in each country.
President Isadora Gaul reached into the bowl of countries, removing a slip of paper. She read aloud the country of France. Many were excited to see how France would compete in the Games. France currently had 57,493 youths between 12-18 living in France, which was still a lot.
Due to District 13 not having a previous victor, a young 26 year old Swedish woman named Maja Ahlquist. Maja was a young lady who was strong with weaponry, and had led Sweden during the takeover the year prior. All war leaders had been spared from prosecution, but had been warned not to rebel, and signed contracts stating that they wouldn’t.
Agrippina Billings (victor of the 101st Games) stood on the stage in front of the crowd of French youths. Several three finger salutes were seen, and those youths were quickly tased. Agrippina wished the odds be in each youths favor, before reaching into the female bowl.
She removed a slip of paper and read aloud the name of fifteen year old Antoinette Gauthier. A scream of horror was heard as peacekeepers entered the crowd. Several other fifteen year old girls attempted to block the peacekeepers, but upon having guns pointed at them, they dejectedly moved out of the way. A shorter girl with golden blonde curls and ocean blue eyes was dragged to the stage, where she shook Agrippina’s hand.
Agrippina then reached into the male bowl, removing the name of eighteen year old Roy Cloutier. A boy with dark brown hair and brown eyes showed a three finger salute as he was dragged to the stage. He shouted obscenities at the peacekeepers dragging him, and even at Agrippina. He refused to shake her hand, and was ultimately left alone.
The two were taken into the town hall for visits with family.
Antoinette was visited by her parents and two older brothers. She cried a bit as they comforted her, before being taken straight to the hovercraft.
Roy was visited by his older brother and older sister. All three spoke rebelliously, before Roy was taken away.
Once on the hovercraft, Roy and Antoinette were taken straight to Maja. Maja applauded Roy on his rebellious behavior, before turning to Antoinette, who looked like she might cry. Maja sighed before showing her tributes how to throw knives and use spears. Antoinette seemed better with the knives, while Roy was better with the spear.
After a relatively short nine hour ride, the two were taken straight to the limo by Maja, who muttered rebelliously under her breath.
Once back at the apartment, Maja showed her tributes some old Games. They rested and watched old Games, and on the day before the parade, they were visited by their stylist, Angelique Fontaine. Angelique was from one of fifty families selected from each country in District 13 and each other District to move to the Capitol.
Angelique chose to dress them in a look she called “French chic”, which included black sweaters, white fur pants and skirt, black fur lined boots, and black berets.
Just as she was finishing up the look, Maja flipped the television on to District 4’s reaping.
Agrippina stood in front of the female bowl. She wished the odds be in each youth’s favor, before reaching into the bowl. She read the slip of paper within, smirking, before reading aloud the name of seventeen year old Oceania Carter. A scream was heard as Mayor Carter of District 4 collapsed to the ground. A girl with red curls of hair and green eyes was taken to the stage, where she shook Agrippina’s hand. Oceania was a descendant of Rea Carter from the 88th Games’s cousin.
Agrippina then reached into the male bowl, removing the name of fifteen year old Hurley Thomas. A medium sized boy with ebony skin and curly dark brown eyes walked to the stage, and nervously shook Agrippina’s hand. Both tributes were then taken into the town hall for visits with family.
Oceania was visited by her father, mother, and three older siblings. She promised to make an effort to return, and not die like Rea had, causing her father to cry, as shortly after Rea’s death, her father, his brother, had killed himself. Shortly afterwards Oceania was taken to the train.
Hurley was visited by his mother and younger sister. He told them he would try to make them proud. He also told his mother where he had hid some money, before being taken to the train.
Hurley and Oceania entered the train and were greeted by their mentors, Sandy Sellick (victor of the 93rd Games) and Limerick Manx (victor of the 88th Games). Sandy asked Oceania what weapon she was best with, and Oceania showed off her strong trident skills. Hurley was decent with throwing knives, but not amazing. Limerick helped him improve his skills.
Once the train arrived at the station, Oceania was happy to pose for photos, while Hurley was a bit nervous at first, but gained some personality after a while. Both were then taken by limo to the apartment.
They were visited by their stylist, Riveria Bluestar, an original citizen of District 4 who was one of fifty families to be moved to the Capitol. Riveria dressed Oceania and Hurley in aqua outfits with small bubbles filled with water all over their outfits.
Sandy turned on the television to show a reshowing of District 2’s reaping.
It was now decided that District 1 and 2’s academies would pick one male and one female to compete each year to become tribute after a series of tests. The winners would of course become tributes. The mud pits were one of District 2’s tests.
Agrippina was at her final reaping, as each Victor’s district would be the final one reaped as to allow the victor to mentor. Agrippina introduced the chosen female tribute as seventeen year old Aurelia Spangler. A tall, slender girl with long, straight blonde hair and blue eyes walked out of the town hall, and cheered loudly with excitement. She shook Agrippina’s hand.
Agrippina introduced the chosen male tribute as eighteen year old Crispus Cox. A tall, muscular young man with ebony skin and a large afro of hair walked to the stage, and shook Agrippina’s hand. Both had already said goodbye to their families, and were taken directly to the train.
Aurelia and Crispus met their mentors, Agrippina Billings and Rubius Dalton. Aurelia was good with spears, while Crispus was good with a sword. After a two hour ride, they arrived at Snow Station.
Aurelia and Crispus both stepped off the train, and were greeted by excited Capitol citizens. Agrippina was surrounded by them calling her by her nickname “Queen of Snakes.” Agrippina, Rubius, Aurelia, and Crispus signed autographs, before being taken by limo to the apartments.
They met their stylist, Carlotta Crimp, who was styling for the first time this year. Carlotta was originally from District 2, but was from one of fifty families moved to the Capitol. Carlotta chose to dress them in gold rags, that melted into gold body paint and matching undergarments

Discord RP. "Transcending History and the World. A Tale of Soul and Swords eternally retold." Yup, I did that. An intro that always brings about excitement to my heart. Be thrown into a world that has been alive for thousands of years. In such years it has gone through many changes and has long since been divided into three Major factions. The land of Eyther'Neldth is ruled by the King of the Moon. The Great Plains of Eyllis'Sha is ruled by the King of the Sun while the rest of the world is held together by the Shynt'inar or also known as the Invisible Brother.
The character I will be playing while I GM/DM for us is Conner Elvenarm. There ARE other characters that I can play alongside your OC if you'd like if Conner is not to your liking.
Conner is a Bearfolk with snow white fur. He is a Barbarian/Artificer who runs an Inn up in the Snowy Mountains within the lands of Shynt'inar. He stands a solid 7 feet tall and weighs a handsome 230lbs.
Kujo is a Giff (Hippo) ArtificeWizard who lives within Eyther'Neldth and is simply looking for his next greatest adventure. He stands at 7 feet tall and weighs 300lbs. He's stocky and round just as his species implies.
Acaraho Is a Minotaur (Tauren reskin) who has left his tribe in order to make his own tribe of breeding cows. With his own tribe he will then gain the right to challenge his father. Defeating his father will grant him the blessing of his Tribe which is a Giant Wooden Totem. A totem blessed by both Kings of the World and is said to never break nor weaken.
-These characters are best paired with female characters. Romance/ Smut is in their line-
Aristotle Is an Owlin who's main objective is to collect as much lore/history on the world as possible. He is small, round, quirky, and one heck of a magic slinger. His line does not have romance in it unless requested.
Eil'lyth A blue scaled Kobold female who graduated from her personal teacher. She has good synergy with kind characters and will do her best to hold her own in combat. Being a Kobold she has great love for Dragons(kin)
If any of this is interesting to you please feel free to reach out.
A little about me, I for one do not care what your IRL gender is as we are diving into fantasy world in order to leave the RL behind. Of course if any RL complications arise please simply let me know and we can discuss how to handle the situation. I personally do prefer at the least a full paragraph but it is not required as I do know that some moments in a scene just don't call for so much. I am a Dad so I can occasionally be yanked away from my computephone by my kids. I work unruly hours so I'll mostly be posting via my phone and can happily post more than once a day...that is if work allows. If there is anything else you need discussed then shoot me a message
Thanks for coming to my Nerd Talk.

All of the snow melted this week to reveal snow mold on my grass that was perfect last fall. I don’t notice any pink snow mold, but definitely notice the white/grey cobwebs all over my lawn, along with clumps or slimy grass. I’ve lightly raked the areas as to help them dry out. Here are my questions:
1- Will my grass grow back? 2- What should I do about my Prodiamine application? If I put it down and my grass doesn’t grow back, I’m going to have a hard time reseading.

For Sale
Prices do not include shipping
I can provide more photos if you'd like
*Sets For Sale*

• Soul Eater perfect editions 1-9 (G4): $130
• Ranma 1/2 blue covers 1-8 (G4): $40
• Urusei Yatsura 1-2 (G5): $30
• Eden's Zero 15-16 (G5): $10

*New Singles All $5*

• Kamisama Kiss 13
• Bloody Mary 3
• The Ancient Magus Bride 12
• Those Not So Sweet Boys 5
• Takane & Hana 9
• Don't Be Cruel 10
• The Witch and The Beast 10
• A Sign of Affection 5
• Mashle Magic and Muscles 11 SOLD

*Used/Damaged Singles All $2 or Free With Other Purchase*

• Inuyasha 8 (G2-G3)
• Devil is a Part Timer 15 (G4)
• Kemono Friends Welcome to Japan Park SOLD
• The Dreaming 2 (G3-G4)
• Attack on Titan 15 (G2)
• Dorohedoro 6 (G2)
• There Are Things I Can't Tell You -German- (G4)
• Beastars -Spanish- (G5)
• The Sacred Blacksmith -French- SOLD

*I'm willing to trade for*

• Urusei Yatsura 11-17
• Snow White With the Red Hair
• Rin-ne
• Jealousy
• Dai Dark

Thanks for looking!

so i just got my essix retainer 3 days ago there is some white stuff that wont come out i have used up all of the retainer cleaner and its not coming out how do i get it out and what is it

Have an friend/alliance mate who is smoking through Master difficulty of the event with half the recommended power level using 5* 60 Baymax, 5* 60 Snow White, and 4* 60 Hiro, no crazy (maxed or above 30) talent or signature ability levels. Are Hiro and Baymax THAT strong together?

So I finished my y60 Snow White case build last night and booted it up, and while all the fans turned on and the lights did too unfortunately nothing show up on the monitor. My specs are: 4070ti gigabyte, asus z790 prime a motherboard, 13700kf (so no integrated graphics :( oops) , 2 16 GB g.skill ddr5 6000 ram, Kingston kc3000 2tb m2 drive and an 8 terrabyte hardrive. I’ve been troubleshooting a bit on my own, I made sure all the cables were fully plugged in, I tried hitting the clear cmos button, the ram is seated correctly so is the gpu and the gpu riser cable. So yeah I’m sort of running out of ideas please let me know if you have any ideas on troubleshooting options that I could try. I know that the display and display port cables work because I’ve tested them with my laptop.

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First, I want to say thank you advance! When I made a threads in the past asking about how David Miscavige has changed the content of Scientology, and about what Heber Jentzsch was like, lot of people responded -- many of whom were former members of the Sea Org. I want you to know how thankful and grateful I am you guys were so generous with your time, giving detailed answers to someone who is really just asking questions out of curiosity about a subject that probably is not very pleasant to think about. So, thank you.
Like the title says, I'm wondering if Rick Moxon was, or is, a member of the Sea Org. I know that he was formerly a member of the Guardian's Office and was an un-indicted co-conspirator in the prosecutions of members stemming from Operation Snow White. I know this was also before he actually became a lawyer. Was he in the Sea Org. back then? It also doesn't seem impossible to me (as an outsider) that CoS might send someone to law school to become a lawyer, and that maybe he continues to be a member, even though he's working out of his own law firm, or even that maybe Moxon & Kobrin might be a Scientology owned corporation. So... if he was a member of the Sea Org back then, is he still one?
Also, is it safe to assume Helena Kobrin is also a Scientologist? I don't know much about her.

[Anti-Christ heroin man]
They hung (Grey 5) a sign (Grey 5) up (White 4) in our town (White 4)
"If you live (White 4) it up (White 4), you won't live (Grey 5) it down (Grey 5)"
So she left (White 4) Monte Rio (White 4), son (White 4)
Just like (White 4) a bullet (Grey 5) leaves a gun (Grey 5)
With her charcoal eyes (White 4) and Monroe hips (Blue 2)
She went (White 4) and took (Grey 5) that California (Red 1) trip (Blue 2)
Oh (Red 1), the moon (Blue 2) was gold (Grey 5),
her hair (Grey 5) like wind (Blue 2)
Said, "don't (Blue 2) look back (White 4),
just come on (White 4), Jim (Blue 2)"
​
[Anti-Christ heroin man]
Oh (Red 1), you got to (White 4)
hold on (Grey 5), hold on (Grey 5)
You gotta (White 4) hold on (Grey 5)
Take my hand (Grey 5),
I'm standing (Red 1) right here (White 4),
you gotta (White 4) hold on (Grey 5)
​
[Anti-Christ heroin man]
Well (Blue 2), he gave her (Red 1) a dimestore watch (Grey 5)
And a ring (Grey 5) made (White 4) from a spoon (Grey 5)
Everyone's (Red 1) looking (Blue 2)
for someone (White 4) to blame (Blue 2)
When you share (White 4) my bed (Blue 2),
you share (White 4) my name (Red 1)
Well (Blue 2), go ahead (White 4)
and call (White 4) the cops (Red 1)
You don't meet (White 4) nice girls (Red 1) in coffee shops (White 4)
She said, "baby (White 4), I still love you (Blue 2)"
Sometimes (White 4) there's nothin'(Grey 5) left to do (White 4)
​
[Anti-Christ heroin man]
Oh (Red 1), but you got to (White 4)
hold on (Grey 5), hold on (Grey 5)
Babe (Blue 2), you gotta (White 4)
hold on (Grey 5) and take my hand (Grey 5)
I'm standing (Red 1) right here (White 4),
you gotta (White 4) hold on (Grey 5)
​
[Anti-Christ heroin man]
Well (Blue 2),
God bless (White 4) your (White 4)
crooked little heart (Grey 5)
St. Louis (Red 1) got (Blue 2) the best of me (White 4)
I miss (Blue 2) your (White 4) broken China voice (White 4)
How I wish (Blue 2) you were (White 4) still here (Blue 2) with me (White 4)
Oh (Red 1), you build it up (White 4), you wreck it down (Grey 5)
Then you burn (Grey 5) your mansion (White 4) to the ground (Grey 5)
Oh (Red 1), there's nothing left (Grey 5) to keep (Grey 5) you here (White 4)
But when you're falling behind (White 4)
in this big blue world (Blue 2)
​
[Anti-Christ heroin man]
Oh (Red 1), you've got to (White 4)
hold on (Grey 5), hold on (Grey 5)
Babe (Blue 2), you gotta (White 4) hold on (Grey 5)
Take my hand (Grey 5),
I'm standing (Red 1) right here (White 4),
you gotta (White 4) hold on (Grey 5)
​
[Anti-Christ heroin man]
Down by (Grey 5) the Riverside motel (White 4)
It's ten below (White 4) and falling (Grey 5)
By a ninety-nine cent store (White 4)
She closed her eyes (Grey 5) and started swaying (White 4)
But it's so hard (White 4) to dance (Blue 2) that way (White 4)
When it's cold (White 4) and there's no music (Grey 5)
Oh (Red 1), your old hometown's (Grey 5) so far away (White 4)
But inside your head (White 4) there's a record (Grey 5) that's playing (White 4)
​
[Anti-Christ heroin man]
A song (Blue 2) called (White 4) "Hold On" (Grey 5), hold on (Grey 5)
Babe (Blue 2), you gotta (White 4) hold on (Grey 5)
Take my hand (Grey 5), I'm standing (Red 1) right there (White 4),
you gotta (White 4) hold on (Grey 5)
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Cocaine Rock Heroin Roll cycle
Kingdom of Light = forever, always = all cocaine, History = His Story
9PM-12AM only cocaine during cocaine high
9PM Christ cocaine born (Christmas)(cocaine shot right arm)
10PM Father God cocaine (cocaine shot left arm)
11PM Holy Ghost cocaine (cocaine shot both arms)
​
12AM Anti-Christ wakes inside Christ cocaine when Christ cocaine shoots heroin
​
Rocking = Christ cocaine dominant, cocaine addiction
(12AM-3AM zigzag heroin during cocaine high)
(zigzag between Red 1 and Blue 2)
shoot (heroin) to thrill (cocaine)
sometimes, something = some heroin
American Pie
​
1AM Red = some heroin mostly cocaine (black dot white bar)
I (Christ cocaine)
the sun, the son,
hope, happy, light, easy, smile, live,
name,
help, give,
here, now, do
body, head, eye, see,
think, thought, logic,
free, loose
young, girl, pink, sweet, sugar, lips,
nice girl,
mountain, sea, C,
queen,
everyone,
everything,
all, whole,
the way,
cops, law,
knows, nose, teach,
believe,
spring,
stop, walk, stand,
mile,
story, speak, write, words, letters,
paper, sheets, sail, urban, west,
reason, why, want, how, knowledge,
diamonds, business, work, make, build,
city,
buy, rich, strong, right, million, style,
one eye open, black hole sun, spick, wake up,
pinky (1), index finger (1 or 4), horns sign thumb out (1,4&5), shaka sign (1&5), A,
love, sex,
rock, stone,
Sunday,
2AM Blue = more heroin mostly cocaine (white bar black outline)
I (Anti-Christ heroin)
the moon, blue moon,
everywhere, still here,
babe,
don't,
million,
colors, rainbow, bright,
look,
break,
air, sky,
bawler, bawl, endless day,
ocean, sea, rain, cry,
summer,
morning,
more,
breeze, wind,
east,
run, dance, lie down, action,
road, church, earth, bed, world,
what, anything,
song,
king, fool, 17, illegal, boy,
change, sell, take, took, got,
poor, weak, soul, mind, pay
sad, frown,
go, speed, play, vacation, holiday, move, trip,
bruised, part,
face, hips,
trouble,
first one, blue ribbon,
superstition, wild,
dare, risk, reckless,
heard, no words, numbers, hearts,
fake, matter, use, try,
feel, hopeless, sad, heavy thoughts,
wrong, fine, well, wish,
trauma, bleeding, hard, challenge,
the blues,
hum, say, chorus,
B, 2, 5, thumb,
material,
smell, rape, lust, love drunk,
something's wrong, better way,
blame,
Saturday,
3AM Mercy hour
lavender, purple, violet
Anti-Christ heroin kills Christ cocaine, mostly cocaine syringe becomes mostly heroin syringe
(stop the clocks)
(3 = middle finger = Anti-Christ heroin fucks over Christ cocaine)
(Ouroboros = Dragon heroin addiction consumes body of Christ cocaine addiction)
(the day the music died)
​
Rolling = Anti-Christ heroin dominant, heroin addiction
3AM-6AM zigzag cocaine during heroin high
(zigzag between White 4 and Grey 5)
play (cocaine) to kill (heroin)
somewhere, somehow = some cocaine
​
4AM White = some cocaine mostly heroin (white dot black bar)
Anti-Christ heroin woman
my son, baby,
you, your, yourself,
wherever, somewhere, lost,
sometimes,
share, meet, meat, apple,
Sisyphus, wife, mother, sister, mama,
wine,
tonight,
right here, right now,
go ahead, permission,
fall, north, winter, leaves, forest,
snow,
let go, come on,
watch,
train station, town, coffee shop, diner,
house, mansion,
frontline, free from sin,
shine, reflected, star light, first star, lucky star
alright, tucked in,
wild courage, brave,
crazy, wonder,
preach, pray, prey, bunting, bounty,
student,
fly away,
dove, little bird, cat,
smoke, sweat, tear, speck, pool, bone, ball, pillow, skeleton, grain of sand, tattered clouds,
unique, apart, only, just, so,
uptown, highlands,
empty,
pay, shudder,
broken glass, dish,
orphan, little one, bastard, rock star, hitchhiker,
whistle, sing, ringing, noise, blow,
photograph, TV,
chosen one, one in a million, times like these, waiting on a miracle, new dimension, always free, up,
jump, bounce, around, all over,
amazing, much more,
bring back,
sleep, pray, forget, bless,
message, answer, call, SOS,
meaning of things, pretend,
symbol, clubs, agriculture,
good luck, careful,
blind,
wedding,
should, would, will, won't,
wanna, gonna, gonna make, tryna find,
​
5AM Grey = more heroin (black bar white outline)
Anti-Christ heroin man
Blackjack, (the ace of spades),(shot caller), liar, yeah, um, no,
me, my, mine,
them, they,
the man,
papa, father, husband, brother, keeper, guide, finder,
ourselves, us,
alone, lonely,
it, thing, object,
telephone, radio, clock,
gun, cannonball, pistol, bullet, shotgun, rounds,
bottle, cup of coffee,
shadow, time,
closed eyes,
shame,
south, desert,
last night,
nothing, nowhere, nobody, disappeared,
buried, underground, deep down, hole, low, south,
grave, closet, trunk, coffin,
trunk, tree,
yellow, golden, hazel, brown, glow, faded,
broken, old
feeling, need, hunger, itch,
peace, hush, silence, die, dream,
pain, fear, misery,
crooked, little,
restless, sleepless,
warm within, inside,
burn, fire,
lucky, insane, mad, madness,
turn, side,
habit,
mouth, heart,
truck, train, horse, wheel, mule, horn,
drink, pull,
hair,
iron, rusty nail, spoon,
never go,
wreck, destroy,
fight, hunt, chase, hit, crash, catch, kill, force, bite, take, race, military, brawler, war,
pressure, gravity, squeeze, tight,
hand, hold, grip, hung, hang,
hunter's pouch,
home, roof, shelter, hometown,
nature, sand, dirt, mud,
country, downtown, southern,
remember, found,
game, symbols, star, V, 5, spades, 21, ?, bell, (hell's bells), bad sign, horns sign thumb in (1&4), thumb, number, no name,
6AM Black = (Black bar) all heroin
Devil, Dragula, Sandman, yeah-yeah, mother nature
Devil heroin castle, (The Wall), hell, never never land,
green, black,
grass,
sunrise, afterglow,
softly clears
jealousy, greed,
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More Metaphors:
cocaine: Dutch, hills, 9, highlands, new, truth, hard, touch, silver, ...
heroin: slip, strangle, slam, smack, dig, ditch, velvet, sunshine, Italian, poison, 8, rural, dark, luck, gone, watch, strange, stranger, spread, nobody, nothing, bad, lies, ...