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This isn't supposed to be a hate post; I actually played Genshin just because Scaramouche exists. I just hate, hate, hate how they handled his redemption, to the point where I wish he didn't have any redemption at all.
And I am really looking forward to your contracting me, disputing with me, gaslighting me, and convincing me that his interlude quest was good.

1. Why do I hate it?

It was 2 years of buildup, 2 years of buildup only for it to go like a sneeze with the Irmansul thing. I thought that was a fucking cowered choice of hoyo and a fucking cheap way to redeem him fast and get people to swipe for him. I just hate the Irmansul thing so bad.
“Oh, look! "We are so dumb, we don't know why our clan fell.”
“I'm so dumb, I don't know where I left the gnosis.”
“The sixth harbinger? Hm, it doesn't ring a bell. Even though I experimented on him enough to make segments based on him,"
2: He's a misunderstood baby; Dottore has all the blame!
This isn't what's supposed to be like; in fact, Scaramouche has some blame himself, and he knows that, but oh, let's show a scene about a children's book that portraits Dottore as the main villain! It's a great idea to shift the blame so people pull for Wanderer. Maybe when Dottore's banner comes out, we will shift the blame to Pierro. Who knows.

1. Why don't you name him? Maybe make him a joke, even to laugh at; we actually don't care about this character any longer.

I've seen a lot of haters who would name him terrible things just to get a good laugh. Honestly, I don't blame them. I bet I'd do the same if I ever got the opportunity to name a character I hate.
4: It was getting so good; when did it start to go downhill?
Don't get me wrong; I love a good redemption arc. Ah, he's still playable with his bitter personality, but now you won't see him ever again. Wait, no, there's an event near. And he's going to be a harmless hat guy! yay! hm? What happened behind the scenes? Don't worry, nothing, since he doesn't exist anymore, in everyone's memories at least.
5: Shut up.
What do you want more of? Your little gremlin is playable. Well, despite his story being ruined, he's still playable, yes? Did you wish for him to get Signora'ed? no? then shut up and pull for him! Smh, so noisy.
Now, please try to change my view. I also want it to change badly; I don't want to skip events he's in because I just don't want to see how they handled him. Excuse me, but after the Sumeru Archon quest; he's far from well written. He's just cheap-written to get money out of him.

The end times are near. Anyone who comments, I will pray for you. But remember that it’s not only my prayers, but yours, that will allow you true deliverance. You have to be in constant prayer and connection to the most high to escape this evil. If you aren’t, expect Satan to stab right through your armor.
Today I saw a “sex ed” book made for children teaching them about how to have gay sex, masturbate, insert butt plugs, etc. People are making porn with AI and demons hide behind it. You do not want to get caught with this wave of the world. Jesus is coming back soon. Pray that you and your future/current children and spouse are delivered from this evil before it’s too late. Nothing good comes out of PMO addiction except for death. As the world becomes more perverted, it blindly normalizes itself and becomes more evil by the day.
My breakthrough in this battle came directly from God, through heavy prayer and connection to him. I see a lot of brothers on here saying “pray for me,” but you have to make sure you’re fighting as well. Some fight harder than others. This is a spiritual war, and almost everyone is losing. Be the man God created you to be.

Hello! So for a very short period of time, probably a few hours, I had to care for a kitten that was dropped off to me. They found it, and the shelters nearby were closed. I quickly realize that this kitten had several fleas, and after poorly attempting a bath and seeing I dont properly have the equipment, i get them to come back to retrieve the kitten. The reason is I have two cats, and I don't have money to treat both of them. I'm making this post because I worry to what extent I should clean or quarantine to make sure they don't get any. Cats were never in contact with the kitten, never in the same room. I'm not even allowing them to enter the room now.
This kitten had a lot of fleas. Climbed on me and my hair, and I did take a shower, but I still worry so I've also locked my cats out of my room and haven't gone near them. I might sound paranoid, but I really can't handle a flea infestation.
I know people in here have probably dealt with fleas and I desperately ask for advice. Sorry for the long read.

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[copied to Warhead, as a message to my own father, in a different facility]
Greetings, Y Chromosome:
Tonight has been a very good night (Pat Robertson d¡ed and Trump was ind¡cted for esp¡onage), and I suppose it's close enough to Father's Day. At least, all my online venues try to remind me. Y'kno, it's funny how moms want a piece of $5K jewelry, but dads really want $15.99 cargo shorts.
Good thing I learned marketing from Robert Cialdini. Excellent writer. Mediocre professor. You did recall that I had a Master's Class with Stanley Kunitz, right? Or, to hear mom's ghost parroting it thru Robbie, "BEFORE he was the Poet Laureate of the US."
Seriously, fuck all of you for that one.
I'm sure I can find FCI Buffer's mailing address, but I need your number, there. My current favorite person needs his, whenever I mail shit. I really adore him, but I have to be able to eat in 50 years.
Yes, I asked Rob directly about pics of your art. Unfortunately, you're old school, and they're actually physical, not digital. This was an insurance thing. I didn't want anything, but he's been such a shit with mom's estate, I need to remain useful. He really screwed up with the online auction, but it wasn't ALL his fault.
Since it appears that you'll live long enough to return to your house and restore it, just leave a digital record of the tchotchkes, as you replace them. I don't care about insurance value, but he can't really sell anything without my art history knowledge. I'd rather not have that difficulty with him, so I'm trying to streamline that nonsense.
One thing you seem neither to realize nor acknowledge is that, once he retires and lets his CFP license and bonding lapse, he can no longer be trusted with a single cent. Moving along...
"I am afraid you make the mistake of new teachers...you presume if you know what you are saying everyone else does as well...not true.
I do not 'blithely' dismiss anything you write. I understand whatever I can and then try to focus on whatever I "most" do not understand without taking it out of context."
LOL, no. You haven't suddenly developed new abilities you've never demonstrated, before. Your kid took an SAT rather early, as part of a John's Hopkins program. You seriously need to shut up forever about that nonsense. This is somehow how Robert thought he was the "good one."
He STILL bitches about picking up dry cleaning at 17.
Literally nothing you have to say for the rest of your life will ever have any authority whatsoever, unless someone gives it to you. I can't imagine who else would, but me, and I do so having personally attended your allocution. I don't resent you, anymore.
I have decided to resume speaking with you because there's absolutely nothing you can do to harm me. I'm not a neophyte teacher. I'm not even sure WHAT I am, anymore, but there's no major mistake, here.
I have absorbed my parents' experience, in whatever form might still be useful. I've already done it with other generations, other ages, other cultures. It usually leads me to respect people more than I used to.
Once I finally stopped worrying where my next meal came from, I had the opportunity to see a lot of things I wasn't allowed to discuss. That's what freedom is, dad.
It's not where you are until October, or deciding that you're gay after thirty years of giving me shit. If Aunt Carrie is honestly that fucking shallow, then she needs to have a separate discussion from your conviction. I wouldn't want her thinking that gay men like kids, but she's never been as smart as you.
Maybe, you don't think I'm right. I don't need to be. I majorly don't care and don't want any attempt at explanation. Just so you're aware, this "first year teacher" knows it isn't delayed or undeveloped heterosexuality, which was Freudian claptrap before I was born.
I am, as a gay man, extremely sorry that your family and life situation never let you develop further, but that'd be giving Freud his undue credit. This is primarily because I presume, with EXTENSIVE insight, that you had plenty of same-age, consensual activity, and you were not out at a random poolhall until the wee hours, every time.
Yes, I know a lot more than you're aware of. It's not a cudgel. It's the only olive branch I can extend. You got sloppy and outsmarted yourself. You're nearly done dealing with it. What will you actually do with yourself, afterward?
All it required to understand the you I never met was taking my own experience and using it as a filter for when you were younger than I was.
So... If there's something you think I'm being too basic about, then I think you should enjoy my decision to deal with you. I really don't think I've missed anything, but I honestly don't know how horrible it must've been for you.
I can see each possibility that happened separately, to you, but it didn't make the shitty part disappear. There is definitely no parity between our experiences, even if I had rude and selfish parents. I know they didn't start out that way. I remember, even though I didn't have the language for a whole six months. How unambitious of me.
It won't help, now. But I'll still be here. There is no longer a reason to leave. — palephx

Roughly 2 months ago I posted a thread about falling for the suit scam. If you want a tl;dr of what happened, this post summarized close to my experience. https://www.reddit.com/ThailandTourism/comments/12fjgut/i_just_fell_for_the_suit_scam/jfhcwx?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=1&utm_term=1&context=3
A longer version of what happened:
I arrived in Bangkok late Friday 07 April and stayed at a hostel on Khaosan Road. I experienced (what is now) the worst jet lag of my life and got maybe ~3 hours of sleep Friday and Saturday night each. On Sunday, I decided to walk to the Sky Train to visit True Digital Park. When I was passing Wat Saket, a Thai man seemingly came out of nowhere and started chatting me up. Usually when I travel, I’m on guard and swat this sorta thing away, but I decided to relax and go with it this time. He gave me the whole thing about the Thai holidays, gas prices, no taxes on big items (such as suits), and I believed it because Songkran was soon. He pulled out a Dentyne Ice cardboard gum wrapper (which I still have lol) wrote down 5 places I should visit, hailed a “60 thb” tuk tuk, and I was on my way. At the first stop was temple (I don’t remember which one) where another Thai man chatted me up in near perfect English, and we had a good conversation (or so I thought). The next place was the suit place, where I was fitted for 2 suit jackets, a handful of shirts and 2 pair of pants. I was instructed to come back for re-fitting later that evening, and went on with my tour. I went to the re-fitting and was informed that they suits would be ready in 3 weeks. It wasn’t until I did some googling later did I realize that I had fell for a scam.
So why so late on the update? A couple reasons:
1) My first 2 weeks in Bangkok were horrible. It was mostly due to the jet lag and bullshit at my job, but I just wanted to get away from the city and be in nature. I left Bangkok and spent roughly a month in Laos and the Thai Islands combined.
2) Honestly, I’m not very good at advocating for myself and being confrontational. I never heard back from the Suit factory, and was just going to leave it as is and move on from the experience. However some helpful coaxing from family members led me to go back to get them.
I contacted the Suit factor via WhatsApp today stating “This is my order number and I was told my suits would be ready in 3 weeks. It has been 2 months and I haven’t heard anything. I want to pickup my suits today.” To a little of my surprise, they responded within 10 minutes telling me they were ready and to stop by.
I arrived this afternoon and tried on the suits. The shirts and jackets fit fine, but the 2 pairs of pants were too tight. The tailor joked I had been eating out too much and drinking too much beer, which is true, but my current clothes still fit pretty well, and I went to Bumrungrad for a checkup and my weight was stable. On top of that I have been exercising fairly regularly on this 2 month trip. Nonetheless, the tailor seemed annoyed and we agreed for me to pickup on Tuesday.
As some (or most) of you predicted, the quality of the suits were pretty shit. But at least I’m getting something and not fully scammed so that’s a win in my eyes.
Tl;dr: Suits are real, quality is shit, pants were too tight, tailor blamed me for drinking too much beer.

M26 / Bisexual / Not a person of faith
context : used to fap at minimum 4x a day and it wouldn’t be uncommon for that to be 5-6x on some bored days, porn/temptation was on every app i was on so i made the decision to remove all social media besides reddit
Going into this my main priority was kicking the porn addiction and seeing if i could reap the benefits of nofap and so far here is what i’ve notice :
Higher energy in normal tasks and physical ones ( particularly at work and the gym ) Balls feel heavy Confidence boost Desire to be productive ( reading , writing , gym, ect. )
There are some cons starting to appear as well that i knew a little bit of but now are pretty hard to ignore :
My morning wood always pulsates and i’ve woken up wet for the past 2 days Balls starting to ache starting this morning Horny thoughts are more prominent and i sometimes catch myself creating a fantasy in the moment with whoever i find attractive near me
Staying strong so i can see the god mode powers people claim to achieve on day 7 😅 also hoping you all stay strong as well my friends

Me and my tribe mate were just starting out on Fjordur with brand new characters. We were in the northeast part of the map (redwoods shore) near some Brontos. One walked right over my starter house and my tribemate attacked it. Unbeknownst to him, he got into the perfect spot when the Brontos literally tail whips him into the nearby ocean! His reaction was just "Oh god..." as he went flying! 😂
What are some of yours?

You read that right. And I’ve had shingles before on my shoulder that led to permanent nerve damage so I’m well aware of what the onset of it feels like. Last night the left side, upper part of my face started tingling/shooting pains and by the morning it was much worse, so much so that I did go to urgent care to get put on anti virals.
My ex and I have been broken up for about 5 months after a 3 year relationship. We broke up briefly about 2 years in, right around when I thought we would be moving in together. First heartbreak. He still talked to me ALL THE TIME. And of course I talked to him too, wanting to get back together. He ended up moving into a new apartment and I gave him practically all of the stuff we had been purchasing together for the previous 2 years and helped him move in. Sucked. Then his father passed away and he went into a downward spiral into alcoholism for I’m not kidding, a year. Like he stopped working and drank 24/7. He had a couple breaks of sobriety and we did get back together. Part of me thinks we did though because I was practically the only one in his life trying to help him as he slowly lost all of his friends and his family lived an hour away. I dealt with so much that year with him, trying everything possible to just keep him alive and help him find a way to stop. Eventually he went to rehab and got out of that apartment. His mom broke his lease and realized he cannot live alone. I supported him through 5 months of rehab, emotionally and financially.
Now during this time I ended up relapsing myself. Just not as bad. I caved and drank with him a couple times and that got me started. I would drink at night occasionally but it didn’t really effect my life. Until he went to rehab. Nearing his last month and a half of rehab he started growing distant, harder to get ahold of and the entire time not going on any passes wanting to see me, claiming he didn’t do the work required to leave the campus. My drinking got bad as I was insecure about our relationship. I decided that I needed to take a leave of absence from work and deal with my own issue. So I went to rehab.
When I got to rehab he practically ghosted me, it was even harder to get ahold of him. I almost stopped talking to him completely. Which was so weird because we never even had a conversation about being over or what the hell was going on. He made me feel like I was bothering him so I left him alone, feeling miserable. Towards the end of that rehab we finally talked and he told me while he loved me, he was sorry that he just didn’t want to be with me, heartbreak number two.
Needless to say that rehab didn’t work out. I went back to work only to keep drinking, except I stopped talking to him finally. Two months later I decided I was ready to go to rehab again and do it for myself and really try, and stay for 4 months instead of 1. About two weeks into my stay I had a terrible conversation with my parents and ended up calling him. He was happy to hear from me, told me I should have called sooner and was happy to be my contact for my phone calls. I was nervous about this, opening to door of contact but I did call him about often during my first 30 days when I couldn’t have a phone.
When I got my phone back I reached out to him only to go back to basically what he was doing to me last time I was in rehab, super slow to respond. I stopped trying and stopped texting him. Then about a month later he randomly called me. It was a weird 30 minute conversation about random stuff, he was overly happy and I could tell he was drinking. I didn’t want to accuse him so I didn’t say anything. Then I didn’t hear from him.
About a week later I hear from staff that worked weekends at another rehab that he was back in rehab. I was happy he was safe. Now about a week after that idk WHY I didn’t realize it sooner but I realized that a tech that worked at my rehab was one of the 14 friends that my ex has on Instagram. It’s just kinda a catfish photo and I kept forgetting her name when I saw her so I didn’t put two and two together. He follows her back and she ALSO follows his old profile that he doesn’t even use anymore. She only follows 21 people. They also follow each other on tiktok. I soon found out that they were in rehab together when he was in rehab for 5 months and she got at job at the rehab afterwards. I also found out from a client who was back in with ME but was AlSO with them that she had a crush on him but he never showed interest in her at the time. I know they didn’t follow each other until I went to rehab the second time though, so after we had been broken up for a couple months.
Now I did mention how this upset me to another tech and I was then told by head staff that I was not allowed to talk to other staff… about staff. So basically I have to deal with her running some of the classes I’m in. They did tell me that they weren’t going to tell her about my curiosity about the situation though. Which thank god because the following day his mom reached out to me and tells me the reason he relapsed was because his sister died from an overdose. So I didn’t need him getting out of rehab and hearing any drama. I just dropped it. Blocked her on social media so I wouldn’t have to see it and tried my best to focus on myself again.
Well, a couple days ago he got out of rehab and I guess the first thing he wanted to do was call me. He calls me and we have a good hour long conversation about what has been going on. I find out his mom is letting him take over his dead sisters lease, which absolutely worries me but honestly there’s nothing I can do or say about that other than think it’s the dumbest idea ever considering last time he was alone in an apartment he almost died. He goes on to tell me there is no excuse for how he hasn’t been talking to me more or been there for me more regardless of his situation and he was sorry about everything. Over all it was a good conversation, even though it left me worried for him. We talked about how I was doing and idk it was super nice to talk to him that way again. He thanked me for answering his call. I said “of course I’m always here to talk.”
That was 4 days ago. Part of me wants to reach out to him and see how he is doing, part of me thinks that would be codependent. But I’m constantly looking at my phone hoping he will reach out to me so we can talk. I DONT KNOW WHY I still want to be with him. I miss him so much. I miss how well he knows me and how easy it is to talk to him. I hate that I haven’t seen him in so long. And most of all im hella paranoid that since he isn’t talking me he is talking to this tech I see all the time instead and it breaks my heart. To note she is 5 years younger than him, has only 9 months sober herself, I don’t think she’s that pretty but that’s besides the point, I’ve been nothing but nice to her even though I really hate and feel super uncomfortable being around her. I hate that I can’t tell staff that it makes me uncomfortable. I’m worried that if I even do tell staff and it gets back to her, she will tell my ex and that will make things even worse.
So here I am, trying to fix myself, I really want to get it right this time and yet this enormous road block is in my way because my heart hurts and I feel confused. I guess I’m just looking for words of support on how to navigate this or pull through for myself, I’m CLEARLY stressed AF because now I’m dealing with this illness. What can I do? How can I feel better, physically and emotionally?

HERE are some pictures and videos taken by me or others over the course of the last year and a half. THIS is me this week at my current size (273 pounds) ahead of seeing my family this weekend.
My local university was conducting a medical study on the affects of different diets on weight gain. I signed up and was chosen and the potential money to be made was very appealing. The first two months of the study involved simply eating at a calorie surplus on a premade diet to see how it affected my body’s weight gain. After taking measurements after these initial two months, if my body’s measurements represented any kind of high percentile outlier, I would be selected to potentially continue for the entire 1.5 year study focused on a particular area of the body. Of all of the participants, my abdominal girth was at the highest percentile ratio of girth compared to weight/height, so they selected me to participate focusing on abdominal weight gain and to see how severe it could be.
They paid me about $3,000 a month and had all of my food paid for as I followed a specific premade diet plan that changed every 2 or 3 months to study the affects these specific diets had. Some were dairy heavy, carb heavy, specific types of meats only, mixing in alcohol consumption, specific supplements, etc. I’m incredibly busy in my life with work right now and having a free premade meal plan plus so much extra cash was too good to pass up. So I decided to continue for the entire 1.5 year study.
Fast forward to now, having finished the entire trial, I am starting to have some serious regrets. I’ve put on nearly 115 pounds since last January and I never expected the results to have me looking like this. Honestly, I think even the researchers themselves were really shocked by my result. My ratio of abdominal girth to height/weight is at the highest percentile of the study, their entire student body, and anyone who has participated in the study before. I gained most all of the weight in my torso, which they are severely attributing to genetics and simply the effectiveness of the tailored diets they had me following.
I obviously look ridiculous now. I haven’t even been able to keep up with buying a new professional wardrobe for work (as you can tell my the pictures and videos linked). I was gaining an average of 7 pounds a month, some months being just 3 pounds and some being an entire 15 pounds in a month. So many things are difficult… I break a sweat going up one flight of stairs, I can hardly put my shoes or socks on, fitting into restaurant booths is nearly impossible, getting in and out of my car or off the couch takes preparation. People stare at me in stores or on the street. I had a homeless guy ask me “Jesus Christ, what the fuck? Are you pregnant, dude?” once. My coworkers are polite but make comments here and there.
I haven’t seen my family since early in the study when the weight gain wasn’t very noticeable. I’m seeing them in this weekend for a reunion, and I cannot even imagine what they are going to say. I didn’t tell them I took part in this because I knew they wouldn’t approve, but now I wish I had because how am I going to prepare them or explain to them why I look like this now and how it happened so fast. They are all very fit and stay in good shape and even my siblings partners are all in good shape. I was always slim before this and they make comments if I ever even fluctuated a little bit in weight before. I’m worried to fit on the plane on the way there and having to travel. I’m so nervous to see them. And honestly would like any genuine opinions of whether or not I’m blowing this out of proportion or if they are genuinely going to be shocked. Maybe I can hide it better if I find the right clothing. What do you recommend I do? Tell them ahead of time? Be honest with how it happened? Just pretend everything is ok? Will they bring it up? Can I hide it somehow?
TLDR: I’ve gained a ton of weight doing a medical study at a local university and my family has no idea I’ve participated nor that I look like this now. I’m seeing them this weekend and also going to a family reunion. How do you recommend I can best handle with the shock of looking like I do now? Should I tell them ahead of time and be honest, even if I think they will judge me for having taken part?

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Quickly and without making a sound, Raphael made his way to the canned goods section. He grabbed whatever he could, abiding by the restrictions, and proceeded to the aisle where the eggs were displayed. Defeat washed over him as he noticed yet another sign dictating a limit of three eggs per customer. With a string of curses running through his mind, he reluctantly collected the allowed quantity and ventured towards the area that once housed an assortment of sweets. The shelves stood almost barren, with only a few remnants left behind, mostly comprising unpopular items that had been overlooked. In a stroke of luck, Sanya's desired candied ginger was tucked away at the back of a shelf. Raphael's initial smile, sparked by the prospect of fulfilling her wish, faded swiftly as he caught sight of the exorbitant price for the tiny pack of candy. It felt as though not just one, but two zeros had been added to the tag. The three of them were relatively fortunate that George possessed wealth, albeit from a questionable source; otherwise, they would suffer the same fate as countless others, succumbing to starvation. Carrying his meager haul of five cans, three eggs, and the small pack of candy, Raphael joined the line, patiently awaiting his turn to pay and escape the confines of the supermarket. During the wait, he couldn't ignore what he had previously brushed aside. Blaring through the speakers were echoes of propaganda akin to that heard from the car. McKennsy, hailed as the paramount leader of humanity, was glorified. Horror stories vilifying Demi-Humans as the literal offspring of Satan reverberated, causing Raphael to suppress a lighthearted chuckle when he recalled Sanya's tail. However, his amusement was met with angered glances from fellow queue occupants. One by one, individuals checked out and departed, while the deluge of propaganda intensified. One particular story recounted the tale of a Demi-Human with brown to black skin and a monkey tail. Not only was the narrative steeped in racism, but it also perpetuated stereotypes, depicting the Demi-Human as residing in trees, breaking into houses to steal and consume infants. The story concluded with an impassioned plea to report any Demi-Human sightings. It was a masterful display of fearmongering, and had Raphael not possessed better knowledge, he might have succumbed to its allure—it was that well-crafted. Stubbornly, he attempted to tune out the falsehoods conveyed through the messages when something caught his attention, causing him to freeze momentarily in fear. A small contingent of armed military personnel stormed into the store, their weapons poised, as they forcefully flung open the doors and bellowed orders.
"EVERYBODY FREEZE!", boomed the leader of the group. "If you comply, no harm will befall you!"
His comrades surged forward, herding everyone inside the store toward the exit.
"We received a tip that a despicable Demi-Human would be present in this store at this precise moment. If you possess any shred of decency, I would advise surrendering and not making things harder for yourselves.", The soldier in command asserted.
In the background, Raphael caught a nearly inaudible sigh. Turning his gaze toward the source, he spotted what appeared to be a young boy, his face hidden beneath a deeply pulled hood, clutching a piece of bread.
"We know who you are.", proclaimed the leader, slowly advancing toward the frightened individuals. "We had hoped to give you a chance, but it seems you won't take it."
The leader now stood directly in front of Raphael, peering into his eyes. This soldier, clean-shaven with scars etched across his face, cast a cunning grin and then forcefully placed his hand on Raphael's shoulder, eliciting a resounding thud. The Elf couldn't help but flinch, fearing that his disguise had been uncovered. He suppressed his urge to rub his fingers along his ears, it would have revealed himself.
"Look at what you're causing—scaring these precious people. You should have surrendered when we asked politely, shouldn't you, Michael?", the soldier taunted, turning his head toward the hooded boy.
In a split second, the boy hurled the bread at the soldier, attempting to make a desperate escape. His hood slipped off in the process, revealing skin completely adorned in glossy black scales. Yet, before he could take more than a few hurried steps, another soldier lunged at the young Demi-Human, causing him to tumble and emit a cry of agony.
"Let me go! I haven't done anything wrong! Sssomebody sssave me, pleassse!", shrieked the boy in a high-pitched voice, his youthful plea for freedom echoing through the store.
As the boy spoke, his long, slender tongue flicked out from his mouth, snake-like in its movement. His gaze fixated on the leader of the soldiers, revealing eyes that were a vibrant shade of yellow, almost luminous, with a dark slit running through them. Raphael couldn't help but notice the uncanny resemblance this Demi-Human bore to a snake, yet the glowing intensity in his eyes unsettled him. It felt unnatural, too otherworldly. Briefly, he pondered whether he looked similar when he unleashed his own magic, but his train of thought veered off track as the leader approached the boy, stepping right beside him.
___ Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed it, consider reading my other series. Life of a Witch A world in which witches are cursed and hunted

I stumbled across this structure in a swamp a few in-game days ago that I never came across before in 2.9.1. It's like a marble house with a bunch of barrels, candles, and a farm in the back. When I first came in, I noticed a sign and a button near the back that said "PUSH THE BUTTON TO YELL AT CHARLES", I did in fact push the button and ended up fighting a Banshee.
Now I didn't notice it at first, but apparently there's a basement to the house and it seems like Banshees are spawning there. For context, I only have stone tools and leather armor (very beginner gear, I know) and I've already set my spawn inside the structure.
Does anyone know what kind of terrors are in that basement? Could I potentially clear it or would the Banshees and other mobs below just tear me a new one? Should I just take all my loot, crops and other stuff and run as far away as possible?

Had a very rough night and got nearly no sleep, just arrived at work so damn tired.
I’m open to chatting with any age or gender. Still kind of new to this whole reddit chatting/making friends thing but would love to meet some new people! I’m pretty open minded and have alot of interests, so feel free to drop me a message and help me get through the workday :)

Had a very rough night and got nearly no sleep, just arrived at work so damn tired.
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FYI, this is a story COLLECTION. Lots of standalones technically. So, you can basically start to read at any chapter, no pre-read of the other chapters needed technically (other than maybe getting better descriptions of characters than: Adam Vir=human, Krill=antlike alien, Sunny=tall alien, Conn=telepathic alien). The numbers are (mostly) only for organization of posts and continuity.
OC Written by Charlie Stastarrfallknightrise,
Typed up and then posted here by me.
Proofreading and language check for some chapters by u/Finbar9800
Future Lore and fact check done by me.
Apparently, Krill did not check with law enforcement after the Rumors chapter…
Well shit…
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The darkness around them was hot and stifling. Their breath had leached the freshness out of the crate hours ago, leaving them sitting in a stale muggy darkness. Sunny shifted in the near darkness, struggling to see with the single beam of meager light which filtered in from above.
Adam lay in her arms blacked out completely.
She let his upper body rest gently in her lower arms, while her upper arms searched through his blond hair –matted with dried blood– and across his scalp.
She swore she was going to kill the person who did this to him.
Didn't they know what a knock in the head could do to a human? Didn't they understand what a concussion meant?
He needed a doctor, he needed Krill, but the little physician wasn't with them now.
He was back on the Tesraki home planet with the ship.
And they were... well Sunny had no idea where they were.
It had all happened so fast, one moment they were walking through the streets, going through market vendor stalls and laughing about something stupid, and the next moment Adam was lying unconscious on the ground and her head was inside a bag.
She would have fought, but they threatened to hurt Adam if she did.
Perhaps if it had been some other person, she might have taken that chance, but she wasn't nearly willing enough to risk Adam for her own perceived vanity.
After the attack, they had quickly been carted off across the city and loaded into this crate. She had heard the sound of the docks and the roaring of engines. She had sat in here for hours as the ship passed in and then out of warp.
Wherever they were, they were miles away from home, with no one to come and same them.
And Adam was injured, likely concussed.
Worst of all is that she couldn't even see his eyes to check and make sure if he was ok or not. His breathing was relatively even, a slow expansion of his chest and ribs over and over and over again.
She adjusted herself, groaning softly as she attempted to stretch out her legs. Adam's body was dead weight in her hands as she moved him pulling him further onto her lap to where she could hold him with her right set of arms while examining his wound with the other two.
His head rested against her shoulder breath hot on her neck.
Good, she could make sure he was still alive that way.
The engine thrummed.
She had tried to break out of the box first thing of course, but that action had proven to be fruitless, as had screaming. The engine was much too loud. She had, of course, tried engineering her way out of the box, but without tools, space and with Adam's dead weight to work around, that had also been a fruitless option.
So, she sat in the dark and waited.
She was beginning to worry that Adam would never wake up when he finally began to stir.
Sunny sighed a deep sigh of relief.
"Adam. Adam, are you ok, can you hear me?"
For a horrible moment there was no answer, but then a groggy,
"Sunny... Where are we... Why can't I see?”
A hint of panic crept into his voice.
"Shh, you're ok we are just stuck in a crate, that's all."
"Oh that's good,"
He paused,
"Never thought I would say that about being stuck in a crate."
She sighed again in relief, glad to see that he was at least lucid and understood what was happening,
"Now hold on, what happened, and why do I have such a raging headache?”
She shifted slightly in her space as he adjusted himself.
The crate was small, so there wasn't really anywhere for him to go, so he just ended up resting more securely against her chest, head resting on her chest plate her lower arms wrapped around him to keep him in place.
"We were attacked, you were knocked out and I was threatened."
"And you didn't screw them up?"
"They were threatening to kill you. I only had so many options."
He grunted, and in the dark he sighed, turning his head so his cheek was brushing up against her,
"This has been a shit day."
That made her laugh. Leave it to Adam to make her laugh when their lives were in danger.
Nothing much they could do about the situation now, and they remained in darkness, curled up together under the roaring of the engine.
Both of them felt it when the ship came into atmosphere, growing more and more nervous as they felt their crate being shifted and moved. Their little sliver of light was completely gone now leaving them in complete darkness as they were jostled and jolted around inside the crate. Then there came voices, Tesraki, Drev, Burg, and another voice which was far less familiar to Sunny than any of the others.
She felt Adam go still in her arms.
"What?”
"Prodigum."
He hissed, the sharp crack of the spat word hissing through the darkness.
”Prodigum?”
Sunny didn't know much about that species. The only thing she knew for sure is that they had withdrawn from peace talks with the GA and were an outside entity. She knew they occasionally traded with the GA and that Adam had had some run-ins with them. Run-ins like human slave trade or… infant meat trade that gave him a serious hatred for their kind, which was uncharacteristic for his usual forgiving nature.
The crate jolted and rocked.
A distant thrumming filled the background, the lull of conversation, and then it went silent again.
The box jolted downwards.
"Here master, just as you requested."
"I assume you got a good specimen?"
Adam and Sunny leaned up against the walls of their crate trying to determine who or what was speaking.
"You will be most pleased with us master. Got you a real fine specimen we did, worth well over the asking prices. Will be the most exotic piece to your collection for sure."
There was a low sort of guttural rumble from the outside of the crate.
"I will be the judge of that. Open the crate."
There was some shuffling for a moment, a sharp snap and the sides of the box fell away. Sunny and Adam were forced to raise their hands against the light as bright purple and blue light assailed them from all directions. They blinked past the shade cast by their hands.
The room they stood in was strange.
They got the feeling that the open space was supposed to be some kind of meeting space or gathering room.
Perhaps even some sort of entertainment room with how large it was, two floors connected by wide arching ramps up either side of the wide room. The floor below them was a purplish sort of grey made even more so by the blue and purple lights from above.
Adam turned his head in a wide arc, his head raised towards the ceiling. Sunny followed his gaze, and was immediately horrified.
Overhead at least twenty cages had been suspended from the ceiling. Though most of them were either empty, three others were occupied.
Two sick, mournful looking humans and a bleached white skeleton.
"The fuck!?”
Adam turned his head, eyes narrowing towards the group that stood around them, and Sunny got her first good look at the Prodigum.
She was not pleased with what she saw.
It had to be the ugliest thing she ever saw, and that meant something with them knowing the Burg.
The creature was big, maybe a little taller than her.
It had a body sort of like a gorilla, if gorillas were absolutely hideous in every way.
Its back legs were short and stumpy, just one massive fleshy mass, holding up their incredible bulk. They had no neck to speak of, and their arms were absolutely massive, jutting ninety degrees from their shoulders and then ninety degrees again at the elbow. IF you were to have stretched out one of their arms it would almost have been one to two thirds’ times as tall as their own bodies.
Each arm was thicker than a man's waist, and instead of hands it had one long pointy spike.
When they walked, they walked on their wrists as if a human were to go to walk on their knuckles but have their wrist buckle leaving the spike to point back and up.
Its body was covered in an immense and pendulous collection of baggy folds which swung heavily from side to side as it moved.
There was no neck, and its large face was droopy, its horrific mouth a grotesque, sagging heap like a child was trying to melt a playdough smiley face in the microwave.
With two sets of eyes on either side of its grotesque head and the numbers spaghetti like protrusions, which dangled from its throat – writhing to and fro while also acting as the creature's hands – it was a grotesque and monstrous sight.
Sunny made a face. Adam grunted,
"Disgusting."
The aliens gnored them and kept speaking,
"And the Drev?"
"Consider her a bonus."
The big ugly creature grunted, expelling a burst of air from the two breathing tubes which sagged from either side of its neck, their ends opening and closing like the blowholes of a whale.
Adam shifted and stood unsteadily against Sunny's protests gripping the bars with white knuckled hands.
"You have no idea what you have just started, ugly!”
The Prodigum laughed, through it came out as wet gurgling snorts from its breathing tubes,
"Oh I know exactly what I have started… commander Vir."
Adam stepped back in shock, nearly tripping over Sunny in their tight confines.
The Prodigum leaned in close to the cage, the little spaghetti-like tentacles waving before the bars curling uncurling or wrapping themselves around cold steel.
Adam made a face.
"In fact, it was your presence which I requested personally."
He turned in his spot to look at the room around him, which Sunny was becoming to understand was far larger than she had originally assumed.
"I have many wealthy clients who don't settle for just anyone, commander. Your prestige will be a great selling point."
"What even is this place?"
"Many things, many things. It is a place of business, a place of frivolity, and a place where humans do what they are told."
His voice grew low and quiet. One of his large, spiked arms raised off the floor somewhat. The Spike brandished.
"And what exactly do you expect me to do for you?"
He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Why, the only thing humans are good for… I want you to sing!”
This time both Adam and Sunny were dumbstruck,
"You want me to do what now?"
"Sing, commander. You do know what singing is, don't you?”
Adam shook his head,
"You have got to be fucking kidding me. That's it!? That's why you kidnapped one of the most –not to brag or anything– powerful men in the GA. The guy with the firepower of an entire human fleet behind him, and you brought me here to be your cage canary!? To sing you little songs!!??"
The Prodigum grunted,
"That is precisely what I expect you to do, commander."
Adam proceeded to laugh in his face,
"You have got to be kidding me. Not only is this possibly the stupidest thing I have ever heard of just in principle, but it is ALSO dumb because there are thousands of humans out there who can sing better than me. Sure, I can carry a tune, but I'm not Freddie mercury."
The Prodigum was not looking as bothered by the comments as he probably should have been. In fact, he almost seemed amused,
"This is not about your ABILITY to sing commander. Most nonhumans can't actually tell the difference between good and bad singing, they simply know it is something they cannot do. No, I didn't bring you here for your skill, I brought you here because of your importance. When my clients see you, they are going to understand what you represent... And that is my complete and total control, my absolute impunity when it comes to the law, and my ability to do whatever I want. You are a symbol of my power."
"Yeah, and you can suck a bag of dicks."
The Prodigum leaned closer,
"You will do what I want you to do."
A group of tentacles wriggled through the bars waving before their faces. Sunny saw it coming way before the Prodigum did, though he definitely should have seen it coming. The way the human's body tensed up, the way he grew still, the way his eyes drew to laser focus, the way that his knees bent and his hands curled at his sides.
And then he struck.
Like a cobra.
With one hand he reached out wrapping his fingers around a handful of the nasty wriggling tentacles before yanking hard.
The Prodigum screamed.
Sunny lunged forward to help all four of her arms shooting through the bars as Adam dug his fingers into the writhing tentacles.
There was an eruption of movement.
Adam craned his neck downwards, mouth open teeth poised to strike.
Everyone knew what a human bite meant.
And then there was an eruption of pain. Lightning coursed across her vision and Sunny found herself on the ground, legs twitching. She heard Adam yell, he was screaming through his teeth.
And then a dull thud.
The pain went away.
She looked over to find Adam sagging against the bars of the cage.
The Prodigum had retreated with his posse surrounding him…
He mewled with pain, a few of his face tentacles dripping blue onto the floor, others hanging limp and unusable.
The human began to laugh, despite the pain of the electric shock,
"Fuck-you."
With anger in his expression, the Prodigum looked up,
"Secure the Drev."
Sunny struggled to her feet as both her and Adam realized what was happening.
Sunny yelled for Adam to duck, but he was too late, a loop slipped over his neck tightening and pulling him against the side of the cage.
He choked and gasped trying to force his fingers under the loop kicking and struggling as the door was thrown open and Sunny was electrocuted again, before a group of others piled atop her securing her arms and dragging her form the cage, which was then shut.
Adam was let go, staggering to his knees, hands clenched around his throat.
He choked and gasped.
"I am going to make this very clear for you human."
Sunny was hauled upwards by the back of her carapace and suspended in the air.
"Do what I wish, or the Drev dies.”
Sunny struggled against their arms, looking back towards the cage where Adam knelt.
She wished he would tell them to go to hell, but she could see almost immediately by the expression on his face and the pain in his single green eye that the Prodigum had done it.
He had found Adam's weakness.
He had found humanity's greatest trait and their greatest weakness.
Their lo…yalty.
And now they were in his power.
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Thanks for reading! As you saw in the title, this is a cross posted story written by starrfallknightrise and I'll just upload some of it here for you guys, if you are interested and want to read ahead, the original story-collection can be found on tumblr or wattpad to read for free. (link above this text under "OC:..." ) It is the Empyrean Iris story collection by starfallknightrise. Also, if you want to know more about the story collection i made an intro post about it, so feel free to check that out to see what other great characters to look forward to! (Link also above this text). I have no affiliations to the author; just thought I’d share some of the great stories you might enjoy a lot!
Obviously, I have Charlie’s permission to post this and for the people already knowing the stories, or starting to read them: If you follow the link and check out the story you will see some differences. I made some small (non-artistic) changes, mainly correcting writing mistakes, pronoun correction and some small additional info here and there of things which were not thought of/forgotten or even were added/changed in later stories (like the “USS->UNSC” prefix of Stabby, Chalar=/->Sunny etc). As well as some "biggemajor" changes in descriptions and info’s for the same stringency/continuity reason. That can be explained by the story collection being, well a story collection at the start with many standalone-stories just starring the same people, but later on it gets more to a stringent storyline with backstories and throwbacks. (For example Adam Vir has some HEAVY scars over his body, following his bones, which were not really talked about up till half the collection, where it says it covers his whole body and you find out via backflash that he had them the whole time and how he got them, they just weren't mentioned before. However, I would think a doctor would at least see these scars before that, especially since he gets analyzed, treated and goes shirtless/in T-shirts in some stories). So TLDR: Writing and some descriptions are slightly changed, with full OK from the author, since he himself did not bother to correct these things before.

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