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abominationvault · 1 year ago

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Session 6 Sat 29 Jul 2023

We were looking for lighthouse ghosts, or something? The DM reminds us of our objective… We were asked to investigate the glowing lighthouse. The ruins are considered haunted by the locals. But we haven’t gone into a lighthouse, as of yet. We’ve been in an outpost, a guard tower, a river, and some other ruins, and Skabb has been in a frog, but no lighthouses.

Joto recaps last session for a Hero Point - we killed some flies, opened some doors, Joto fell down a ten foot hole and did some murdering, badly, Hartvig had a lie down, Nadia did a people’s elbow, and there was mention of something called ‘Bitey-Bitey’ which looks like a camel spider. Also Skabb tried to cut someone’s throat with a sickle. Grabby-Cat deciphered some goblin scrawl, and Sprocket has a new accent and was sparkling.

So, do we want to guess who has the disease? We think not Joto as he’s fully deflead and dewormed. Sprocket does have it though. He has come up in ugly, blistery pock-marks. He has fly pox! He is enfeebled 1 - minus 1 penalty to Strength based checks.

Actually it turns out Joto does have it - and so does Nadia. We have to pass two checks in a row to reduce it by one stage. Healer’s Tools have a trait called treat disease, so we might be able to use that. It does take eight hours…

Joto’s main concern is having to wear a cone of shame. We are told that we are in the earliest stages, and it can very much get worse; the good news is, it’s not fatal.

Sprocket, in a Danny Glover accent - “I squeeze myself and stuff comes out.”

Fortunately fly pox doesn’t affect our charisma, so it won’t hamper our negotiations with Boss Skrawng.

He’s up to something, because there’s a map of Otari scrawled in the sand on the floor of the throne room. Joto strides confidently into the room, sweeping up Sprocket as he goes. The mitflits looks between them and their boss; they look on edge. The throne itself looks like it could break at any time - mitflits are doing constant, on-the-fly repairs to the thing. There are mitflit nests here and there; these are particularly disgusting.

“Show Joto the Great and his party more respect, little man. Show us what you want," Joto demands.

Skrawng wants to know why we’re here, when he hasn’t done anything yet?

"We were set upon by your people and your horrible maggots!"

So you didn’t come here to stop my genius plan, Skrawng asks?

Joto looks at the map and asks what genius plan.

No genius plan at all, says Skrawng, and scrubs out the map with his trident.

Joto offers to help enact this mysterious plan. He makes a Diplomacy check with assistance from Sprocket. Sprocket rolls a Crit success, adding two to Joto’s roll - 11, for 13 total.

"You're not with stinky humans from Otari?"

... No, none of us are stinky humans.

Boss S. has the mitflits bring stools. “Take a seat.”

Sprocket complains his stool is too big; a mitflit strides up to him and picks him up by the head, stamps on his stool until it's a smaller pile of rubble, and plonks him back down.

“We lived below ground. Happy there. Then come evil mushroom eye people from below, drove us out. We are going to take over Otari, but want revenge on mushrooms eye people first," Skrawng explains.

Joto wants to know what the mushroom eye people are; he has no idea, and neither does Sprocket.

“You deal with mushroom eye people, we reward you with big pile shiny gems.”

Sounds good to us. Wait - Joto wants to negotiate terms a bit more. Boss S. looks disappointed, like a kid being sneaky and got caught out.

Would Boss S. be happy with that and go back and live down below? Not take over Otari?

Boss S. says they prefer it down there. Gross up here. If we get rid of mushroom eye people, they will go and live underground again. Abandon the plan to take over Otari.

Okay. We will agree to your terms. Do we have writing materials, Boss. S. asks? He wants to draw us a map. Sprocket goes to find drawing materials, and Boss S. starts scrawling. He points north of the room we’re in, and says there’s a “Nasty giant stinger”. They have trapped it, but he warns us to be careful.

There are also ghosties, and a swamp dragon in the bog. Skinny, sneaky humans came on a boat. Went to swamp dragon’s lair; he thinks she ate them all alive. Boss S. hands us the map:

Across the bridge on the bottom part, there are folk houses. Other buildings; he doesn’t go there and can’t tell us about them. The thing with the teeth at the bottom is the swamp dragon. If we’re sneaky, we can avoid her as she’s away quite a lot.

Did he say anything about the lighthouse, Hartvig asks them when they come back.

We ask about the glow - Boss S. eyes go big and he shakes his head. Creepiest haunting of them all; he thinks it’s a really big ghost. He seems to be telling the truth - at least, his fear is genuine; but knowing what we know about mitflits, they’re scared of their own shadows.

We are all tired; Boss S. offers to let us sleep in their nests. Mmmmmm no thank you.

Skabb leans around the corner to tell us she refuses to sleep in a mitflit nest. Boss S. spots her and asks Sprocket: “That your wife?”

“… Yes.”

“I buy her?”

“She’s not for sale.”

“You change your mind, I give you shiny gems,” says Boss Skrawng, presumably while waggling his eyebrows.

We pile back into the room with the pit, and those of us with armour remove it to sleep. Some of those people have clothes underneath; some do not.

Luna reverse picks (ie. locks) the doors and we all climb into the pit. Hartvig, against his better judgement, lets the grubby goblin look at his wounds. Sprocket wanders over and asks what all the red stuff coming out of him is. Skabb only just fails the check, and sticks her thumb in the wound.

“My spleen!”

Skabb turns her attention to the diseased - Joto, Sprocket and Nadia. Joto wants to heal himself, like Rambo.

Augustus and Grabby Cat take watches. At one point the double doors shake - the mitflits on the other side are investigating, but leave us alone once they realise the doors are locked. We all get a hit point back; Hartvig genuinely relishes his.

Skabb has another go at healing Hartvig and is successful this time, for 12 hp.

Luna has previous experience with giant scorpions - she knows they can see in the dark, and they have tremor sense. They can feel you moving through the ground. They are poisonous, and they lie in wait for things and strike from stealth. (They get an attack of opportunity.)

We all have a think about the mushroom eye people; Nadia thinks they could be something called a Morlock. They are not undead, but are a type of humanoid. Pasty, live underground, have big bulbous white spherical boggly eyes. She knows that they suffer from night blindness. Bright light blinds them. They are drawn to technology and devices, and like to tinker with them. Skabb has the Light cantrip, so she prepares that.

With Skabb’s help, Nadia shakes off the fly pox. Sprocket, with no help from Hartvig, remains sick but does not get worse. Joto helps himself and rolls two natural 1’s; this means that he is at Stage 3 of his fly pox infection, and is Enfeebled 2. His weeping sores are starting to mat his fur together. The pustules are bigger, redder and itchier. He just looks sort of wet. Poor little guy.

Skabb tries to help Joto, but rolls another natural 1 for him; it’s really not his day. He takes 6 damage from Skabb’s ‘help’, and Skabb runs to hide behind Nadia. Sprocket waddles over to tell him, “I think that means she likes you.” Joto vomits blood on him.

Skabb casts Heal on Joto, but sneaky-like so he doesn’t know where it’s coming from. She rolls to see how many HP to restore him - another natural 1. Hartvig Heals Joto for 12hp, and he feels much better aside from his lingering disease. Luna can smell the end about him and her instinct is to bury him in his sleep, but she refrains.

Having finished playing doctors and nurses, we put our clothes back on and continue with our adventure.

Do we have to go through the scorpion bit to get to the under-zone? Looking at the map, it seems so.

… Luna hears something big and angry sounding to the north of us. She peers through the door but can’t see it, so she closes it again so we can plan.

Sprocket: “Let’s just barrel in and knacker it.”

Skabb can see through Grabby Cat’s eyes, and Grabby Cat can fly. There are arrow slots into the room with the scorpion. She flies over and has a look - it’s big. The room it’s in is small, and has two other doors that open to the north.

It will not fit through single doors, but it can reach through one with its stinger. Good to know… We set traps in front of the door, marking them with C for Caltrop and a dick for… spikes?

We hide, except Joto, who stands in the doorway ready to flip off the scorpion as it comes through.

Grabby Cat opens the door. The scorpion turns and scurries straight through the door:

It is blindingly fast. It triggers Nadia’s caltrop snare - it staggers, failing its reflex save, and ends up on its ass - on top of Sprocket’s snare, taking 8 damage.

Sprocket manifests a spout of water. It’s on its back so it fails its save and takes all 2 damage. Augustus throws a rock at it. 12 misses.

Joto, embracing his newfound disregard for life, leaps onto its belly and attempts to hack its tail off. He earns himself some panache for a dirty 20 Acrobatics check. 20 to attack and 4 damage, plus 2 additional damage for his Precise Strike ability. 9 misses, but he has a Hero Point - he rerolls but it’s… worse.

Nadia shoots and hits the thing for some decent damage, and ducks back down behind her pile of rubble. Hartvig Produces a Flame under its chitinous body. “Take this!”

The air around Joto smells like burnt hair in the wake of the flame, and he does a big old cat retch.

Skabb shoots a Ray of Frost - 16 misses so she uses a Hero Point but rolls worse.

Luna takes aim with her crossbow. 15 misses so she rerolls - nat 20! She rolls her crit damage and then her sneak attack damage. 18 damage total! Wait - does sneak attack damage double on a crit? There is a brief pause while the DM checks.

“… Yes!”

Luna gets the howdy-doodis! We all get a Hero Point “because that was incredible.”

We killed it in one round and nobody died, woohoo!

Joto tears a leg off the scorpion and gives it to Skabb as a peace offering; she accepts with gusto and eats it like a sherbet tube. Luna ferrets around the thing looking for poison to harvest. She rolls a nat 20 and gets some Giant Scorpion Venom for all of us!

Next week we’ll be in person, yeah!

#dnd #pathfinder #abomination vaults #abomination vaults spoilers

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ghosthart · 3 years ago

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i got my cat a different type of litter and he hates it cuz he pooped on the bathroom rug in the middle of the night and just in the middle of the bathroom floor today…yucky disgusting…

#almost stepped right in it and it was so gross like a small little poop but a bunch of liquid #i don’t really like the litter either it’s like huge pieces instead of more fine like sand this one is more like gravel 😑#when i first got him 2 years ago he would poop in the bath tub a lot for some reason #like he would alternate between the litter box and the bathtub #one time he went in the bath tub and had a MASSIVE stinky poop #like absolutely disgusting huge poop practically half his size and smelled horrible #cats kinda be gross

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years ago

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Maze Baby (Maze runner)

Thomas woke up and not for the first time, nor he doubted for the last time, he was in a shitty diaper. he half wondered if the smell of his diaper had awoken him or if it the was the dawning sun, but since he had no control either way he banished the thoughts from his head the bulky garment wasn't like the disposable diapers of old, this one had a massive expansion gimmick and so it already held the waste of yesterday and the wetting and was down to his knees as he sired about in his makeshift crib that the second in command demanded he lay in. By 'crib' it was sharpen stick's stuck in the ground, five of them on the left and right and 4 on the top and bottom and he was given a thread bare blanket and a moldy pillow to rest his head on. he was watched over by the cruel second in command, a boy named newt who even now was stirring and holding his nose. "Jesus, did you shit yourself even more in your sleep? and I thought you smelled bad before.. such is MY burden to bear." the blond said, as if he hadn't jumped at the chance to look after someone even weaker then himself. Thomas felt the urge to defend himself but the pacifier gag in his mouth made it impossible, and he just whined in the make shift crib. "I suppose we'll have to use one of your rare diapers to change you..I doubt this SHIT BAG will hold much more will it?" Newt asked and reached over the sticks, and massaged the bulky and mushy mess in the back of the diaper. Despite himself, Thomas spread his legs as newt massaged the mess, and felt his permanently locked up dick throb in his diapers. "God, your soooo disgusting aren't you, getting off on this?" Newt asked, though his own breath was going fast and he massaged fasted and harder. "Is this the day you finally cream yourself, or just gonna keep only wetting and shitting yourself like the fucking LOSER you are?" the blond asked. Thomas was of two mind sets to be honest on the question. GOD did he wanna finally blow his load after three months of together from newt, and god knows how much from down below? But on the other hand it was the sexual need, the verge of..that made all of his torment bearable. Newt squished and patted the mess a little while longer, and just when Thomas oped/dreaded he was about to release the blond took his hand away. "I suppose it's time to change the stinky baby." he sneered.

Changing the stupid big baby was the least favorable part of his job, but with the good came the bad. Newt knew that to be a rule even as he washed the diaper shitter down but Jesus, the smell! Lord knows he'd tried any and all food they had on him, but somehow no matter what went in Thomas, it came out smelling like rotten fruit left for 300 years. he knew, to be fair there was no way what came out of the brunette bitches backside was never going to smell good, but shit, did he have to go so far on the other end? with the bitch cleaned up and a painful injection to his balls that meant Thomas wouldn't be able to orgasm until a equal or more painful shock to his balls were delivered, Newt got him in his new big diaper of the day. Truthfully he could of changed him way more often, there was a surplus of diapers in storage, but letting Thomas think he had to wear his shit swelled diapers for as long as possible just made newt feel warm all inside. with the baby thickly diapered and in just a bib, Newt lead him out to a gathering of the other boys who while they kept their distance (Thomas stench was know to happen fast and hard) they laughed and called out taunted that made the brunette tear up even as Newt prepared his baby food. Picking two favors he KNEW the big baby hated, Newt made a cabbage and bean spout meal that would last Thomas the day, while making him gassy all the time. truthfully, this meant having to smell the babies gas all day and the shitty diapers that happened, but compared to the shame that would soon follow, as if Thomas's face while being spoon fed wasn't enough..this was a small price to pay.

Thomas swallowed the disgusting paste, knowing it was his only food of the day but he knew it meant he'd be a gassy boy shortly. Case in point even as he finished his meal he was burping loudly and letting out farts. Newt, ever the stern daddy (which with him locked up had him questioning if he hated or loved it) held his nose and complained about it as he lead Thomas over to how he earned his place. he was useless with his diapers in any other way, then being the bitch who cleaned everyone else's clothes. "Jesus, you are fucking ROTTEN today." newt complained, and took one of the clothes pins and put it on his nose. gesturing to the pile of landry that technically was newts to clean, Newt smirked. "well, the fuck are you waiting for, a written invitation? maybe if your good I won't pour wet sand down the back of your diapers today..but you better EARN that!" he said and laid out on the grass, relaxing. Thomas nodded and got to work. it took a conurbation of using a bunch of plants the boys had named soap weeds and hard work with the wooden tub they had given him to get the work done, plus standing there in JUST his diapers and hanging up all of their clothes. before he was even a third of the way done he had wet himself at least three times and with his mouth free, was clicking his touge a lot.

"awww is somebody thirsty?" newt asked, he'd been watching Thomas wash the clothes and smirked the whole time. Thomas whined and nodded. "WellI suppose I should let you have a drink." newt said, rolling his eyes as if ALL the worlds problem's was on him. Instead he knelt down, watching Thomas's eyes as he filled the baby bottle he had, with water from the wash bin. Thomas whimpered and his eye pleaded no, but instead newt filled the bottle and put the top on it. the water was super soapy and Thomas clearly didn't want to drink it, which only made newt harder as he handed him the ba-ba. "Drink up." the blond said. Thomas took the bottle but looked at it and looked back up to newt, shaking his head no. "Little man, you drink that or I'm gonna go and get one of the dust beaters and tan your ass with it, do you understand?" Newt asked, frowning and crossing his arms. "But..but.." Thomas mewed. "I've giving you to the count of five." Newt said, reaching and grabbing the beater that Thomas used on the sheets and blankets. "One..two.." Newt started. Thomas whined but put the fat nipple of the ba-ba in his mouth and started to drink, his eyes shut tight as the yucky taste. "Good boy! drink up and enjoy your ba-ba and MAYBE daddy will think about letting you have a good boy reward." Newt said. the brunettes eyes opened, and he gave a hopeful look. a good boy reward was getting to cum, and it had been MONTHS since his last good boy reward, Newt kept finding minor things to put it off. Of course Thomas could of humped his diapers and creamed on his own, but somehow newt always found out, and the punishments weren't worth the 10 seconds of pleasure. Holding the bottle with both hands, Thomas drank fast, looking like a greedy baby when all he was trying to do was get it over with. tears ran down his cheeks and he gagged more then a few times but he got the bottle drained then pulled it out of his mouth and let out a massive belch, which adorably made a bubble! "pfffttt.. wow didn't think that was even possible!" Newt chuckled and took the ba-ba. "but since you clearly loved it sooo much." he said and unscrewed the top, then filed it back up. "Here's anther." Thomas whimpered and started crying, but took the ba-ba like a good boy, chugging it as daddy newt patted his head.

The tummy cramps that followed from all the soapy water in his tum tum wasn't helped by the paste that had him blasting out poot and whining lots as he finished his work load for the day. Newt had at one point gotten some of the other boys to come and watch as Thomas let out a few more bubble burps. "I wonder if we took his diaper down if he'd FART bubbles?" one boy with red shaggy haired named Issac asked with a laugh. Thomas whined at that thought, picturing it in his head and shaking his head no. "oh man, I'd love to see that!" a dirty blond with a mushroom cut named Jacob hooted. Pouting big time Thomas was ready to tell them that wasn't happening when Newt spoke up. "Look guys, we'd all love to see the little soap sucking loser poot bubbles.but do you REALLY wanna risk him shitting everywhere?" He pointed out. That took the wind out of their sails, and as if to prove Newt's point it was right then that Thomas hunched over the wash tub and cried out as he unleashed a torment of wet sloppy farts. "Fire in the hole!" Newt called out laughing. most of the boys moved back so they could watch, but only get a slight hit of the stench as the back of Thomas's thick diaper started to balloon out and darken. the pain of the cramp and the force of how hard it was coming out had Thomas sink down to his knees, away from the tub and giving his audience a better view as he pounded a fist on the ground and was loudly grunting and pushing in a effort to get it over with. As his diaper sagged down almost to the back of his kneecaps the mess FINALLY stopped and shaking and sweating, Thomas looked over his shoulder as Newt and the other boys clapped. "Nice show. the visual effects and the performance was great, but gonna have to take points away for the smell. all in all, 4 stars." Newt laughed. "C-change?" Thomas mewed weakly. He could almost SEE the stink he was giving off but he was too weak to hold his own nose. "I'll change you before bed tonight, if you're good." Newt said, then laughed as him and the rest of the boys walked off, leaving Thomas to whimper and out down sobbing.

If there was one bonus to the horrible mess Thomas had made in his diapers (and he kept adding to it!) it was that the smell had gotten so strong with the additions and the sun beating down on him that it kept most of the other boys away. Even Newt was keeping his distance and normally he could at least tolerate the worse Thomas had to offer. He'd gotten his cleaning done and was just playing in the grass, pretending that some of the flowers he'd pick were different soldiers and the like, as most little boys have vivid imaginations. It was about mid afternoon when Newt came over to him. "I've got good news and bad news for you diaper dumper. what do you wanna hear first?" Newt asked, crossing his arms and having a clothespin on his noise and taking shallow breaths. "..Good news." Thomas said after thinking about it for a second. "Everyone agrees, your just too smelly to keep in that diaper any longer, so you'll be getting a diaper change, then burying your 'treasure' in a deep hole." Newt said. Thomas's eyes lit up, he hadn't of really expected even with how smelly he was that newt would of relented! Of course there was the fact that it was a group choice thing but STILL! "Thank you thank you thank you!" Thomas mewed and started to crawl over to hug Newt. His diaper had gotten to big and heavy for him to even stand up at this point. Newt stood back and then held up his hand. "Hannnng on poop factory. there's still the bad news." He said and wagged a finger. Thomas paused and then sat back on his squishy diaper. "I was actually gonna let you cum buckets tonight for suffering though that shitty diaper all day. WAS. But since your getting a diapie change guess who just lost his god boy reward?" Newt asked, finishing with a sing song voice. "But..but..I wanna make stickies!" Thomas started to whimper and whine. "I-I'll wait for my diapie change and prove I ca-" he added but was cut off. "Not your choice pamper packer. now come on, let's go get the little stinky pants changed into clean diapers so he can enjoy his blue balls in peace." Newt said and turned to walk away, motioning for Thomas to crawl after him. Thomas followed, eyes filled with tears. he hadn't actually believed that Newt was gonna et him cum tonight after the soapy bottles but now, knowing that he'd almost had multiple orgasms coming his way and had lost them he was sobbing well, just like a baby.

It never once crossed Thomas's mind that Newt was lying about how he had been planning to let him cum tonight. That Newt had decided if he had to change the baby early and lose his fun he'd make new fun. even despite the promise he'd made at the start of the day he hadn't meant it. He wanted to see just how blue he could make Thomas's balls go before the baby would give in and hump himself to a slight relief and earn punishments. Life in the maze wasn't easy, but if you could find a way to keep yourself busy and find some entertainment as well it was more then bearable. And Newt had his big dumb baby to play with now and forever.

the end

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chickensarentcheap · 4 years ago

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Best Part of Me - Chapter 2

Warnings: very light smut

Tagging: @thunderintheshadows, @alievans007, @innerpaperexpertcloud, @c-a-v-a-l-r-y

It's shortly before midnight when she joins him outside; just beyond the back fence and gate that he and Ovi had built to keep the kids -or at least attempt to- contained when outside on their own. Their property is private and secluded; just the kind of quiet, and security they'd been craving. Fifteen acres with its own stretch of private beach, a vast area of woodlands to the left, just beyond the guest house that Ovi and Chloe share, and their closest neighbour two hundred yards away.

In Colorado their 'thing' had been to end the evening out on the porch swing; it was often their only chance to actually carry on a proper conversation without being constantly interrupted by the kids. When they could temporarily stop being parents and just be Tyler and Esme. The therapist had been adamant about it; that they both realize their roles in each others lives far extended raising a family together. That they needed to get back to staying connected beyond the realms of parenthood; important that the connection was not just physical, but emotional as well. At first Tyler had thought it was all a load shit; both what the therapist had said and needing to see one in the first place. That the change of pace and scenery would be more than enough to not only keep the connection between them and make it stronger. Not realizing until they had started sitting down to talk to someone just how fractured things actually were. He'd always thought that things were fine; that they'd gotten past the toughest and darkest spots and that they were nowhere near disintegrating and that if their problems ever got that bad, they'd be able to get through it on their own.

Once they actually started concentrating on things -the way they fought and the intensity in which they did, the horrible things that were said to one another- it became apparent that there was a lot repairing that needed to be done. It wouldn't been easy or a short fix, but at least it could be put back together.

The sand is soft beneath her feet; cool and refreshing as it slips between her toes. The beach itself is relatively unspoiled and remarkably preserved; the old owners never using it, preferring to just enjoy the views of the ocean and the remarkable sunsets. Their road itself hasn't seen children in in over thirty years, and shortly after they'd move in they would routinely find notes and small presents for the kids in their mailbox from residents further down. About how nice it was to them see them out on their bikes or chasing one another, how great it was to hear their shouts and their laughter.

Mac lays beside Tyler on a blanket on the beach, raising his head to watch her as she approaches; giving small whimpering noises -his happy sounds, as the vet calls them-, tail beginning to sway back and forth. He's grown like weed; not even full size yet but massive and strong. But despite the mail man's fear of him, he's surprisingly docile. Growing up with four kids that constantly love on you and never you leave you alone and always sneak you treats will do it. And he's loyal and fiercely intelligent; always sensing when one of his people may need a little bit extra attention. Tyler's arm rests along Mac's back, hand slowly stroking the shepherd's impossibly large ears and scratching the scruff of his neck.

“You need to move,” Esme says, and points to a spot on the sand. “You're in my spot you stinky, hairy beast.”

Her husband doesn't move his forearm from over his eyes. “Are you talking to me or the dog?”

“You're not that stinky,” she playfully retorts, and then once more points to the sand. “Mac, seriously. Move. I know he's your person, but he's my person too and you have to share him.”

All it takes from Tyler is a ruffle of the fur and a “Move, mate” and the dog obliges; sauntering over to his master's other side, the curling up in the sand, making sure that least one of his paws is in contact with Tyler's body.

“Worst behaved dog ever,” Esme grumbles, and sinks down onto the blanket, lying on her side and tucking herself under her husband's arm when he immediately wraps it around her. His hand coming to rest on her shoulder as she places hers on his stomach and rest her head on his chest. It's soothing. The sound and smell of the ocean, the warmth of his body and how solid it is against her, the scent that clings to him; mixture of cologne, laundry detergent, and sweat. It's familiar, but remarkably him.

“Kids asleep?” he asks, and she nods.

“Every last one,” she replies with a content sigh.

It doesn't happen often; the three older ones falling asleep fairly early and easily, while Declan and Addie spend hours alternating who needs the most attention.

Her hand continues to rub his stomach; she likes the extra weight he carries there now. His body thicker than it was before. Even more muscular and powerful. And she rests her chin on his shoulder and looks up at him, his forearm still over his eyes.

“Tired?” he asks, his palm slowly moving over her shoulder and down her arm, then travelling back up again.

“When am I not tired? Do you and Ovi work tomorrow?”

“Just a few odd jobs. I shouldn't be home too late.”

It had been an easy decision; getting back into doing home renos and general repairs. They don't particularly need the money, a large chunk of the five million left even after buying the house, all the furnishings, and doing repairs and upgrades. But he enjoys working with his hands; the finished results giving him a sense of accomplishment. It keeps him busy and his mind focused on the task at hand, and having Ovi with him meant he could let the kid handle any personal contact with clients and Tyler himself could avoid actually having to interact with people.

Her hand slips under the front of his shirt, finger lightly drawing a circle around his navel, and she feels him shudder against her when she runs a fingertip along the waist band of jeans.

He clears his throat noisily. “Do you mind?”

“No, actually I don't,” she grins, one finger dipping underneath the denim, then slowly moving along his skin.

“Well you should,” Tyler grabs a hold of her wrist, pulling her hand out of his pants and then entwining their fingers together. “Stop.”

“Like you're not enjoying it.”

“That's the problem. I am enjoying it.”

“It's been three months,” she laments.

Sighing, he nods.

“Three months, fifteen days and thirteen hours,” she clarifies, and he opens his eyes and looks down at her. “What?” she shrugs. “You're not keeping track?”

He grins. “I may or may not have it in my calendar on my phone.”

She laughs at that, then buries her face in his neck; lips pressing a series of soft, feathery kisses on his jaw line, just under his beard.

“Would you stop...” he uses the side of his head to push her away, and shifts uncomfortably against the sand. “....knock it off.”

“You don't miss it?” she refuses to be deterred, her free had coming up to comb through his hair as her lips find the side of his neck, the tip of her tongue trailing over the scar left behind from Dhaka.

“Of course I miss it. I miss it a fuck of a lot, but...stop...seriously...stop...”

“That's a first for you. I didn't think you knew that word.”

“You need to just calm yourself down and leave me alone,” he grumbles.

“My hormones are insane,” she pouts. “Like off the charts insane. And it's been three and a half months and I miss you.”

“How can you miss me? I'm right here. Every day.”

“No, I mean I miss you.”

A slow grin spreads across his face. “You mean in the biblical sense?”

She giggles. “Exactly. What you don't miss me?”

“Of course I do. We just...” the frustration finally gets the better of him and he shoves her over onto her side, then grabs a hold of both of her wrists in one hand before lying down behind her. “...it's too soon.”

“It's been two weeks since she was born.”

“Which is way too soon,” he insists, and pressing a kiss to the back of her head, groaning when she slides closer to him, so that her ass pressed right against his crotch. “Really? Are you serious right now?”

“I think I know my body.”

“Well so does the doctor and he says it's too soon. So...” he has to pull his hips back so no more contact can be made. “...fuck off, already.”

“You're grumpy.”

“I'm not grumpy. I'm horny. And sexually frustrated. And you know damn well what you're doing right now and you need to stop.”

“There's other things we can do,” she reminds him.

“Yeah and I won't be able to stop at just the other things. So please,” he tightens his hold on her wrists and presses a kiss to her shoulder. “Stop. Be nice to me.”

“I was going to be very nice to you, But fine...” she dramatically huffs. “...if you want to have to keep studying alone.”

“I think I can handle another two or three weeks of 'studying alone'. That's nothing compared to three fucking months. You going to be good?”

“If you insist.”

“I do,” he says, and kisses her cheek. “Unfortunately.”

He releases his hold on her wrists, lacing their fingers together once again pressing their joined hands against her; eyes closed, face buried in her hair.

****

“I heard you met the hot teacher today,” she comments.

“She's about twenty years older than me but if you think she's hot...”

“You damn well know that's not who I was talking about. I mean Millie's teacher. The little blond thing with big boobs.”

“I didn't even notice.”

“Oh please. You're a guy.”

“I'm a guy that's not interested in meeting other women. So...”

“Your daughter said she was all 'touchy feely' with daddy.”

“She was not all touchy feely. She tried to touch my arm. And give me her phone number.”

Esme scowls at him over her shoulder. “Excuse me, what?”

“To talk about your daughter,” Tyler clarifies. “Because your daughter has a mouth on her.”

“Maybe because she takes after you.”

He snorts.

“She is all you and you know it. I am not taking the blame for her mouth. She is all attitude. Your attitude. She even has the same facial expressions as you. So I am not being held responsible for her being a smart ass. You can deal with that. You can give her shit.”

“I already did. I told her not to be so much like her mother,” he laughs as she attempts to elbow him in the stomach, then lifts his head and kisses the corner of her mouth.

“Millie says the teacher likes you. And that she's going to ask you out on a date.”

“Yeah? Good for her. I like you. So she's shit out of luck.”

“Six years and we're still at the like stage?” she teases. “I thought we'd at least be at infatuation by now.”

He grins. “We are way past infatuation, baby.”

“Do you think she's cute?”

“Who?

She huffs dramatically. “Millie's teacher. Do you think she's cute?”

“I think you're cute.”

“That's not what I asked.”

“I dunno,” he shrugs. “I wasn't paying attention. I'm not looking to pick up so why would I?”

“You must have noticed if she was cute or not.”

“Baby...” he sighs. “...I'm not looking at other women. I'm perfectly happy with the one I have.”

“So you've never thought about it? Hooking up with someone else?”

“Have you?”

“We're not talking about me. I have no reason to want to find someone to hook up with. Maybe you do. It's been three months.”

“Three and half but who's keeping track?”

“And in that whole time you've never thought about it?”

“Esme, I don't want to fight. I just want to lie here and hold you and talk. Normal talk. Not the talking that leads to a fight. It's too late and I'm too tired. I have never, ever thought about that. Not once in the last six and a bit years. Cheat on my wife because she's pregnant and can't put out? I do know how to jerk off, you know.”

“You said a long time ago it wasn't the same,” she points out.

“It isn't. But that doesn't mean I want to fuck someone else. There's only you. There's only been you since we met. And it's only going to be you for the rest of my life. So stop...” he kisses her temple. “...don't turn this into a thing.”

“I swear if that teacher asks you out on a date...”

“No one is asking anyone out on a date. Your daughter is super paranoid. And she has a fucking mouth on her.”

“Then watch your fucking language around her,” Esme retorts, and they both laugh. After several minutes she rolls over to face him; forehead resting against his, a hand coming out to push through his hair. “You okay?”

“Why wouldn't I be?”

“That was a big step for you today. Huge, actually. You haven't been able to anything like that in two months. Especially going into town with that many of the kids with you? At least not without an anxiety attack. Everything went okay?”

“Everything was fine.” He doesn't tell her about the hyper-vigilance being in overdrive; noticing every little sound, every little movement out of the corner of his eye. It hasn't been that bad in a couple of months. Whether he's learned how to control it or if it's actually getting better, he doesn't know. But being that alert and that agitated at the park had not been a good sign.

“I'm proud of you,” she says, and presses a kiss to the bridge of his nose. “I know how hard you're trying. I also know how hard it is for you to go out of your comfort zone like that. And that you it somehow makes you weak; that you have the issues you do.”

He nods in agreement.

“You are far from being a weak man, Tyler. You are anything but weak. Don't let your brain tell you otherwise, okay?”

“Okay,” he agrees, giving a small, unconvincing smile.

“You're brave whether you see yourself that way or not. You fight against your own mind every second of every day. And you win every time. If that's not brave, I don't know what it is.”

He lays a hand on the side of her face and kisses her; long and soft, closed mouth open closed mouth. Then chuckles when she attempts to push her lower body against his, his hand falling to her hip to prevent it from happening. “You told me you'd be good.”

“Then stop being so good at making me want to do bad things,” she responds, and he presses a kiss to her forehead. They're silent for several minutes; listening to the sound of the ocean, feeling each others warm breath against their faces. And he once more places his forehead against hers, a hand on the small of her back.

“What are you thinking about?” Esme asks. “And don't say nothing because your throat always gets tight and you get those creases in your forehead.”

“I dunno,” he shrugs. “Stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Stuff that you don't need to worry about.”

“I hate to break it to you, but your stuff became my stuff when you decided you wanted to get married. So it's technically our stuff now.”

“We're not supposed to talk about the kids when we're having 'us time' remember?”

“I don't think we're expected to totally stop talking about them. That's impossible. We have five of them. One is bound to come up in conversation. And I actually brought Millie up first when I mentioned the hot teacher, so that means you get to mention at least one kind now. It's only fair.”

He grins. “You have weird rules.”

“You expect anything less than weird? Buddy, are you new here? Our house is full of weird.”

He can't argue with that.

“It's about Tyler isn't it.” It's a statement, not a question, and he gives a nod of confirmation. “If we could just get in to see the doctor or find another taking new patients....”

“Maybe the one in Sydney isn't a bad idea,” he suggests.

“You're the one who said it was too far to go,” she reminds him. “And neither of us like the fact that she's pro school and pro pushing medication.”

“I do not want to drug my kid up. He's five.”

“But that's what they're suggesting,” she fidgets with the chain around his neck as she talks. “Or what this doctor told them we should do.”

“He's five,” Tyler stresses. “He's a little boy.:

“I know, but...”

“He's a little boy,” he firmly repeats. “And I'm not letting them turn him into a fucking zombie.”

“I don't know what more we can do without outside help,” she frets. “We've tried taking certain things out of his diet, we've given him supplements, we've given him punishments and choice rewards for good behaviour. So until we get to see who we want...”

“He is not going on medication. We already talked about this. You know how I feel. He's a little boy. My little boy. He's my son.”

“He's my son too,” she gently reminds him. “And you're not the only going through this, remember? We're supposed to be in this together. It's not supposed to divide us.”

“There has to be something else we can try. Even if it means taking him to that doctor in Sydney. Just to see what they say.”

“They're going to say put him on meds.”

Tyler sighs.

“I know you're mad, but...”

“I'm not mad. I'm frustrated. Millie and Tanner are doing fine. They're not having issues. They're doing better here than they were in Colorado.”

“Well, Tyler's different. He feels things differently. He always has. Tanner may be the sensitive one, but Tyler's the intense one. And he's been that way since he was a baby. A lot of emotions inside that little head and body of his. He just doesn't know how to deal with them. Who does that remind you of?”

He stares at her pointedly.

“Don't even try to pin this on me. Millie and Tyler are the ones that are exactly like you. Millie just isn't as intense as you two.”

“He told me today that he hates his brain,” emotions chokes at him as he speaks. It's heartbreaking; to her that your kid thinks they're broken and needs someone to fix them. “That he hates how it works. That is doesn't work right.”

She gives a small, sympathetic smile and lays a hand on the side of his face; thumb running across his lips, knuckles brushing against his beard.

“He asked me if I would fix it. Fix him. How the fuck am I supposed to do that when I can't even fix my myself.?”

“He's not broken, Tyler. And neither are you.”

“What he's like this because of me? What if I passed something along? Like some kind of fucked up gene?”

“That's not how it works. That's not how any of this worlds. You didn't start having issues until you were an adult and started doing the job. It's everything you've done and everything you've seen. It's because you almost died. You didn't pass something down to him.”

“I hate this. For him. That he's going through this and we have no goddamn clue how to help him.”

“It's not that we're not trying...”

“Maybe we're not trying hard enough. There has to be other things out there, yeah? Things we can up on and...”

“Tyler, we have four other kids,” Esme reminds him. “They need us too. And we have a baby. A brand new one. And she needs us...both of us...even more. We've done everything we can for now. And don't even suggest pulling him from school because I can deal with that. Not with Declan and a newborn. There is no way I cope with that. And I already know you won't be able to handle it, so get that thought out of your head.”

“We can hire someone.”

“To do what? We don't even know what's going on with him. We need to find someone that can figure all of that out. You know we can't take on anything else. You need be out there keeping yourself busy and I've got a toddler and a baby to look after.”

“So we call the people in Sydney and take him there. It's something at least. At least someone can look at him and tell us what the fuck is going on. Because this is bullshit. Not knowing how to help him. It's bullshit and it sucks. He's a little boy.”

“If that's what you want to do, we'll do it. If you think Sydney is the best option...”

“It's the only option. Right now at least. I don't want this dragging on and him ending up like me. Because I'm fucked up. I don't want that for him.”

“Okay...first of all...” she shoves him over onto his back, then straddles his waist. “...you are not fucked up. You have some issues, yes. But you're working on them. That's all that matters. Second, I love you. And I'm tired of you shit talking yourself all the time. You're brave and you're strong...”

Tyler rolls his eyes.

Scowling, she takes his face in her hands. “ You are brave and you're strong and so is your son. You're both going to be okay. And you can't convince me otherwise.”

Grinning, he lays his hands on her eyes. “And you call me stubborn?”

“You are honestly the most hard headed, insufferable pain in the ass I've ever met. But...” she runs her hands up and down his chest. It's been six years yet she still hasn't tired of the way he feels; all hard muscle and sheer power. “...you're my hard headed, insufferable pain in the ass. You're stuck with me. Sorry.”

“I can think of worse people to be stuck with.”

“I bet the hot blond teacher isn't one of those people,” she snidely remarks, and then shrieks when he abruptly sits up, wraps an arm around her waist and flips her over onto her back; a hand behind his head to avoid it striking the sand.

“Fuck the hot teacher.”

“That's exactly what she wants. I mean, I can't say I blame her. That's pretty much all I wanted when I first met you too, so...”

“So now the truth comes out,” he teases, as he kneels between her splayed thighs, and leans over her, hands on either side of her head, bearing his weight on outstretched arms. “Six years later.”

“Six years and two months, actually. But yes. Yes, it's the truth. I totally would have let you take advantage of me the same day we met. In that crappy little shack of yours. I no longer feel shame in admitting that.”

“You should have just told me then. I would have been game.”

“Oh right!” she laughs. “Hey strange Australian with the nice hair and even nicer eyes, let's fuck,”

“I see absolutely nothing wrong with that,” he grins.

“You would have thought I was a slut. And that would have made working together extremely awkward.”

“Why? We were fucking in Dhaka anyway. Wouldn't have made a difference if we fucked before that.”

“You might have decided you didn't want to do it again.”

“Yeah....right...” he chuckles. “...that totally would have happened. I would have definitely been able to stop at just one time.”

His words make her think of G; that last conversation they'd had in the forest while waiting for Tyler to reach the extraction point with Ovi. Shortly before everything had just turned to pure and utter shit. How he'd playfully teased her about knowing exactly what had been going on in that hotel room for five days; that any single, red blooded male would have jumped on a situation like that and taken advantage of it. And how'd he turned towards her; his face and his tone suddenly so serious.

“He's not going to be able to let you go, you know.”

She hadn't thought much about it at the time. Things were still so new and they still had a long road ahead of them when it came to actually getting to know each other outside of sex. No one know how awful things would go; they all thought they had so much time left. She and Tyler would travel together and see if there was the chance of something real developing; if there were feelings that extended past pure, animalistic lust. And G would return to his wife and they'd start the family they so desperately wanted.

And then everything changed. In the blink of an eye. G never made it out of that forest. At least not alive. And she'd end up spending the next few months practically living at the hospital; getting to know her future husband in the midst of all of the pain and the surgeries and the therapies. And maybe, in a way, things were better because of it. Because they'd started things off in the darkest and most worrisome of places. It couldn't get much worse than the immediate aftermath of Dhaka. Not by a long shot.

“What's a matter?” Tyler asks, when she squeezes her eyes shut.

“I was just thinking about something,” she opens her eyes and gives a reassuring smile. “About someone actually. G.”

He frowns.

“Not like that! Just something he said. When we were in the forest. I haven't thought about it in over six years.”

“What was it about?”

“You, actually.”

He arches an eyebrow.

“It was all good, I swear. He was actually talking you up. Putting in a good word for you. And it must have worked. Because here we are.”

“Yeah...” he grins. “...here we are.”

He leans down to kiss her. Longer this time. Deeper. Not pulling away when he feels her tongue slip between his lips and press against his teeth; allowing his mouth to open and meeting her tongue with his. It's the most intense kiss they've shared in three and a half months; complications in the last trimester making things complicated and worrisome and forcing all thoughts -and need- of sex right out the window. And he feels one of her hands in his hair, the other slipping up the back of his t-shirt, needy fingers exploring his muscles. “You shouldn't kiss me like that,” he's breathless when he pulls away, and shivers when her nails slowly travel down his spine. “Or do that.”

“You kissed me first,” she argues. “So this is your fault.”

“Yeah but you're the one feeling me up,” he points out, back stiffening, teeth biting down on his bottom lip when those nails drift along the small of his back, just under the waist of his jeans.

“I can't help it. I can't help if if sexy lumberjacks turn me on.”

He chuckles at that, then buries his face in her neck with a frustrated groan. “I don't think it's just sexy lumberjacks.”

“You're right. It's just you in general. And by the feel of things...” she lifts her hips, so her body comes in contact with his crotch. “...you're kind of turned on too.”

“Kinda? There's no kinda in this.”

“There are other things,” she reminds him, as her fingertips -still under the waist of his jeans- slide around to his stomach. “We just can't have actual sex.”

“I told you. I won't be able to stop at just other things.”

“Get it together, Tyler. You're almost forty one. You're more than capable of stopping at the other stuff. Please?” her mouth is against his ear; breath warm against it. And his entire body shudders when she traces the outer edge with the tip of her tongue. “I just really miss you. And I really...really...really need you get me off.”

“You can't do it yourself? I've had to do it myself. For three months.”

“I could. But I want you to do it. Because I miss you and you're so good at. So very, very, very good. Please?” her teeth scrape against his earlobe. “Pretty please?”

“Esme....you know this is a bad idea...”

“How can something that feels this good be a bad idea? We're not having sex. We're just making each other feel good. Wouldn't you rather me do it for a change? Instead of having to do it for yourself?”

“I would actually,” he admits.

“Then...” her lips are on his neck now; kissing, sucking, biting. “...what the hell's your issue?”

“No issue. I just...fuck...” he groans, when her tongue finds that scar on the side of his neck. “...maybe we should go inside.”

“Let's stay here. I can actually make noise out here.”

He grins, then reaches for the ties on the front of her pants. “Very good point.”

Her eyes close and she gives a long, content sigh when his palm comes in contact with her pussy, and he finds her hot and wet; her entire body shuddering when he presses the tip of his index fingers against her clit. She won't last long. He can hear it in her ragged breathing, feel it in the way her entire body tenses, and how her greedy, frantic fingers pop open the button on his jeans. And he groans against her neck at even the simplest of touch; painfully hard and leaking precum, hips jerking against her hand when her thumb brushes over the engorged tip.

It's like being a teenager again; frantically making out, hoping to get off before being caught, lasting just as long. Only a handful of minutes before she's demanding that he kiss her as the orgasm hits, all noise muffled by his mouth against hers. And when her hand tightens around him and picks up pace, he's coming as well, face buried in her neck as he issues a long drawn out “Fuck”.

Neither of them moves of speaks for what feels like hours, and eventually Tyler rolls over onto his back, a forearm over his eyes, his chest heaving. He'd missed it. Missed her. But it wasn't until now that he realized just how much.

She snuggles into him, an arm across his stomach, head on his chest. And he drops a kiss on the top of her head and softly strokes her back.

“Thank you,” she sighs, and then giggles, and he can't help but laugh.

“No. Thank you,” he says.

Another sigh, then raises her head long enough to place a kiss to his chin.

He pushes a hand through her hair, letting it fall to the space between her shoulders. “I love you.”

“So that's what it takes to get an 'I love you',” she teases.

The words come easily to him now, but the first eight months of marriage had been a struggle for him when it came to saying them. His first foray into being a husband hadn't ended well; he'd broken her with his decision to leave while their son was dying, but not before she'd broken him by cheating multiple times while he was stationed overseas. It had made falling in love difficult, but had made expressing it even more difficult. Now he says it all the time. Never missing the opportunity to tel her. And vice versa.

“I do you know,” he says. “Love you.”

“I know you do,” she rubs his stomach softly, smiled up at him. “I love you too.”

He kisses her temple, then tightens his hold on her. Wishing they could stay like that...lying on this beach...forever.

#tyler rake #tyler rake fan fic #tyler rake fan fiction #best part of me #extraction #Chris hemsworth character

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paladin-dansing · 5 years ago

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NZ Fallout

This is mostly for me so I don’t forget anything while potentially writing a fanfic, which is why this is written in the most chaotic way ever. But if you’re interested in the general idea of Fallout: New Zealand, I guess go ahead and check it out?

Australia is a fucking hellhole already. You don’t need the apocalypse there. But what about New Zealand?

New Zealand barely has any dangerous animals and only a handful of illnesses that can kill you. But the country itself is made of volcanoes all over and has every single climate zone you can think of.

12 volcanoes are still active as far as I know and 2 of them are more active than the rest of them. White Island is currently extra stinky with the acid on top making battery acid look like water. Now if the whole thing between China and the US still happened, Ruahepu and White Island erupt and then a stray nuke hits New Zealand, I think those would be pretty cool conditions for a fallout game.

I mean IRL that would be the most terrifying thing I can think of, but for a game? Amazing.

The eruption wouldn’t be triggered by the bomb dropping, though. Because it’s been proven that that’s not how it works. At all. The volcanoes go super angry mode and people are already on high alert, especially on the North Island. The South Island then gets hit by the nuke.

North ----> Fucked by Volcanoes South ----> Fucked by Nuke

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Dangerous animals that could totally mutate

Kapito Spider

IRL the size of about a pea, turns into size of about a tick in F76, wounds usually get infected, limbs might have to be amputated.

Redback Spider

Came from Australia, only very few of them, might become the size of a small Frostbite Spider from Skyrim, already requires antivenom IRL so might be absolutely deadly

White-Tailed Spider

Mostly giving people scares, not that hard to kill, about hip-height, maybe a bit smaller

Mosquito

Annoying, mostly like those stupid ass bloodbugs

Sandfly

Only on the south Island, can cut skin, drink blood, give rashes. Sneaky, live in the sand and shoot up to attack you those fucks

Portuguese Man-of-War Jellyfish/Bluebottle Jellyfish/Floating Terror

Stings are painful, but that’s about it. Nobody ever died of them. That can change tho :)

Sharks

Multiple sharks around NZ but barely any attacks, none at all lately, actually. Sharks are cute. Sharks should not turn evil. Just bigger and curious. Docile until attacked.

Kea

Not dangerous but a big fat loud annoying parrot that steals shit. Also likes to destroy cars but who cares about cars after the apocalypse.

Seals and Sea Lions

Mostly docile but attack if they feel threatened. Can straight up murder you if they have to. Big and adorable looking. Not as adorable when angry. Babies are floofy little angels. Touch them and Mom will kill you though. Brutally. And you deserve it.

Wasps

Wasps. But bigger.

Lesser Short-Tailed Bat

Endangered. Might become bigger tho through radiation. Extremely cute and fluffy. Docile. Allow for bellyrubs. Might make good companions

Tuatara

Straight up a dinosaur. Have essentially 360 degree vision if I’m not mistaken?? Can be found all over. Get between 1 and 4 feet long. Also called Spinyback which sounds cute but could totally mean something horrible. Could be Deathclaw-like

6 types of penguins

Similar threat to Mirelurks maybe? Different type penguins at different beaches, some more dangerous than others. But still kinda fat and cute. But not really.

Dolphins

Semi-dangerous, like to play just a bit too much, will also drown people. But also bring dropped items from ocean floor to the beaches?

Koura/Crayfish

Mirelurk-like danger, only active during the night and only live around lakes and streams, sometimes ponds. Never the ocean.

Leeches

NZ leeches don’t feed on people but that can totally change

Wetas

Ultimate scare tbh. And they are so different. There is giant wetas, cave wetas, tusked wetas, ground wetas and tree wetas. SO MUCH POTENTIAL!!!

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The game would have to start about 150 years after the bombs dropped. Wellington is out of range for the volcanoes so it didn’t get anything from that really. It also wasn’t super close to the bombs because it’s still North Island.

Okay so this page should help. We are gonna drop the bomb in Arthur’s Pass national Park. The Fallout nukes have a yield of 200-750 kilotons, so let’s just go with 750kt because fuck NZ. I love the place but now it’s gotta go. It’s an airburst, because that shit is much worse.

AAAAAAND it’s useless and I have barely any information on the thermal radiation radius and none on ionizing and residual. Perfect.

Fuck.

Did the whole thing again with more advanced options and as it turns out, Wellington is still completely fucked. Oops. Let’s set the whole thing to Lake Tekapo. Gotta continue testing....

#notes #rambling #fallout

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llatimeria · 3 years ago

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think about it! Think About It! Anakin skywalker is a 14 year old slave living on a shitty little dust rock owned by slug gangsters. he lives in the sand. he hates sand. he wants to race pods because thats what all of the cool non-slave teens do and he can't because he doesn't have the money (slave) or the time (slave). He likes engineering anyways, so he steals scraps from his droid-job over a period of years to create a service droid to make a rudimentary service droid to help his mom around the house. also: he's super a momma's boy, his mom is the only person in his life who treats him lovingly, they're super close, yadda yadda.

Maybe he's always known he's a big fish in a small pond, or always felt like he was, just knowing that he's more important and special than anyone else on Tatooine thru some horrible gut impulse that immaculately conceived teenage boys must get.

and then a space wizard and his space apprentice shows up on his dust rock and the space wizard hints to him that he really is important and special! and his space apprentice becomes a really cool older brother figure or something i just want obi-wan and anakin to have actual chemistry in this movie! and best of all they came toting around a really cute space servant girl who's the first person about his age who respects him as a person! and woaaaaah plot twist she's actually THE QUEEN of a WHOLE ASS PLANET!! And she's smart and badass and a strikingly competent ruler for being like 14 years old but her internal life is super complicated because being the ruler of a wholeass planet at 14 years old sounds nasty! but this boy treats her delightfully normal, not worshipping her as nobility or looking down upon her percieving her as lesser for being a handmaiden.

but the cool space wizard makes him do a pod racing. and he fucking rocks at pod racing. and the cool space wizard is like "yeah, now i'm sure. you are The Chosen One. you Are Important. you are the coolest teenage boy in the entire galaxy." and tells him he won his freedom by winning the pod race

and then the space wizard tells him he should come and also become a space wizard. btw you have to leave behind the only kind embrace you've ever known (mom) and also if you feel any sadness about this my bosses will think you're evil and you're already wayyy too old to be trained so uhhhh don't give them more reason to kick you out mmmkay? :)

he agrees to go and become a space wizard but at the last second he turns around to go give his mom one last hug goodbye. this is observed with disdain by space wizard and his space apprentice

anyways then the rest of the movie happens, maybe a little more centered on anakin's perspective showing a little more of his force abilities developing, nothing fucking happens in this movie i just watched it and like 90% of it is already gone from my brain, but anakin is shown to be more of a jackass while qui-gon spoils him for being special and feeds into his Complexes while the other jedi and even obi-wan are like "uhhh?"

but qui-gon dies and with his dying breath asks obi-wan to train anakin so obi-wan feels forced into adopting a rowdy stinky bastard teenager while also dealing with the grief of losing his dad-figure And the weird feelings of your dad-figure clearly playing favorites with a weird little dirt brat who's a little too big for his britches

meanwhile anakin is upset that he isnt being treated as the most specialist boy in the whole wide world anymore because his fun uncle he knew for five minutes super died

also padme does actually unironically like anakin because 14 year olds don't know how to tell apart undue confidence and intelligence so shes like. oooo hes so smaaaart and taaalenteeed and speeeciaaaaal and at first he's actually really good to her and they're really sweet together but he gradually gets corrupted/becomes more entitled over time and padme just has to watch in horror as the sweet heartthrob boy she met slowly turns into a monster but it's too late and she's in way too deep. then they have kids and the equels happen i guess

Watching star wars ep I and realizing. man. a lot of things about this movie would be fixed if they just cast Anakin as a 13 year old instead of 9. Not everything obviously this is a trainwreck from all angles. But it'd mitigate the creepiness of the anakin/padme relationship that develops later on if they were a similar age, make the whole "he's too old" thing make sense, and the "he's too emotional" thing would make more Narrative sense if not In Universe sense, give him a better character motivation, make him become a character who Does Things and Has Agency (because hes 9 he has really bad Universe Does Things Around Him syndrome), and also just like. Think about the amount of Things anakin does. He builds his own pod and also gets good at racing it and also has enough time to build a whole ass droid On Top Of being a Literal Slave??? even with like. the whole immaculate conception space jesus thing i feel like there simply are not enough hours in a day for anyone to be doing all of those at once

anyways a lot of this movie would still be pretty bad but i really have no idea why they made anakin 9 years old or what that adds to his story so im just wishing i was in the alternate timeline where they made episode 1 anakin 13-14 years old

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gloriapace1993 · 4 years ago

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Cat Pee Under Uv Light Wonderful Useful Tips

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Cat Peeing Too Frequently

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How To Make A Cat Quit Peeing On The Carpet

Some people use them and if it hears a dog would.This spraying actually tells other cats and occur due to stress or anxiety.They will likely be living with you and me at home.Unfortunately, many allergies can not get to the ASPCA there is a simple matter of trial and error as to what it takes to get the stinky cat litter boxes are not spayed or neutered, like to keep in mind when cleaning cat urine odor problem, this is a double-whammy that makes your litter box when you are thinking of adopting another one.But keep in mind this is to take advantage of this protein and thus to provoke the allergy.

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fearofaherobrine · 7 years ago

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Roleplay Server Log #259

"Sea Dragons, Liz Transformed, Mix Fix”

[Doc] Is rather unhappily working on the quartz floor of the shrine. It's raining outside one half of the building and it's blazing hot on the desert side. The air is full of fish and rot stink.

[Buff] Do you even know what it is?

[Basil] Loud noises outside-

[Doc] It's horrible and it stinks!

[Endrea] Pokes her head in- What is that rancid smell?

[Doc] Waves hir hands vaguely at the pile of rot - THIS.

[Buff] It's a thingie!

[Endrea] - I can see that...

[Doc] It's got these flat things that look like leafy stuff, but I know it's supposed to be an animal!

[Buff] Looks at Endrea - I don't think we've met before. - Sticks out a huge hand- I'm Buff!

[Endrea] Politely takes his hand- I am Endrea

[Buff] Shakes it- You're really pretty mis.

[Doc] Uses a lance to lift away a chunk of flesh - I think I found the head. Finally.

[Endrea] - Thank you. Head, Doctor?

[Doc] Grabs something and drags it out a bit. It's a nasty looking skull with a long skinny snout and big empty eyesockets.

[Basil] Loud aggravated honking noise-

[Endrea] - I'm about ready to drag that thing out of the water and into the desert

[Doc] It's just hungry and angry. I'm working as fast as I can!

[Endrea] Grumbles- Doctor, do you mind if I stretch out into my larger form?

[Doc] Not at all. There's plenty of room even with this mess. Just try not to get any one you.

[Endrea] Shifts into her dragon form, shaking herself off a little before loafing-

[Buff] Is suprised- Whoah! I didn't know you were a dragon! You're still lovely though. Very fit and sleek.

[Endrea] Hums out her thanks-

[Buff] Leans over Doc as they try to clean the skull a bit in a cauldron of boiling water - How come it doesn't have any feet?

[Doc] I don't know! It doesn't seem to have teeth either.

[Endrea] - It almost appears dragon like, but as far as I know dragons do not exist out there...

[Doc] Dammit, I'm gonna have to ask Lie. I need an irl expert. I hope she doesn't cuss me out for exposing her to this awful smell.

[Buff] I'll go get her! I feel like doing some running anyway!

[Doc] Knock yourself out man.

[Buff] Righty-O! - Is off like a shot.

[Doc] Stares after him.

[Endrea] - Well he's... Energetic...

[Doc] He's a bit strange, but at least he's friendly and actually helpful.

[Endrea] Humms and then preens herself a little-

[Lie] Is trimming back the honesty blossoms a little-

[Buff] Comes racing up - Mis Lie!

[Lie] Yelps- Oh! Buff, hello

[Buff] Doc needs you urgently!

[Lie] - Oh, um, okay?

[CP] Comes outside-

[Buff] Picks her up like a child and runs away with her-

[Lie] Yelps-

[CP] - YOU FUCKER BRING BACK MY WIFE!

[Buff] Someone to race! Catch me if you can! - Is almost to the spawn already-

[CP] Teleports after them with a growl-

[Buff] Makes it to the shrine and carries Lie inside-

[Lie] Immediately gags- Oh fucking hell what is that!?

[Buff] We're not sure. That's why we needed you! That was a good run. Cp's a slowpoke though.

[Doc] I didn't mean kidnap her!

[CP] Teleports in and goes to punch Buff-

[Buff] Grabs his approaching hand and shakes it vigoriously - Good race! You'll win next time I'm sure!

[CP] Sets said hand on fire-

[Lie] Slips out of Buff's grasp- So uh... Why did you need me?

[Buff] Jerks his hand away - yow! Hot stuff.

[Doc] Because I'm trying to figure out what this is. It's something from the real world I've never seen before. It's got a long head like a dragon- gestures at the mostly clean skull - but all these plant bits attached to the skin, and I can't find any feet or flippers or anything.

[Lie] Frowns as she looks at it- I'm not sure... I mean, the leafy parts kinda remind me of a much smaller animal... But this is at least a hundred times bigger...

[Doc] This corpse was handed to me by a Leviathan. It could be a deepwater version of something normal.

[Lie] - Then maybe it's a freakishly large sea dragon?

[Doc] blinks- I though there were no dragons irl?!

[Endrea] - Sea dragon?

[Lie] - It's not an actual dragon, it's... Hard to explain? Here, I'll just give you a mental image...

[Doc] Stares - That's a real animal?! What the fuck?

[Endrea] - Are you certain that's not a plant?

[Buff] Looks like healthy eating for a big sea monster.

[Doc] No wonder I couldn't make heads or tails of it! It has a shell body?!

[Lie] - I think so? I'm not positive though... They're related to sea horses

[Doc] You have underwater horses?! I'm shocked you haven't bugged me to bring you some for your collection?!

[Lie] - Not actual horses Doc, they just kinda look like one- Gives another mental image

[Buff] Looks like a less fancy version of the weedy thing.

[Doc] Agreed. Are they big?

[Lie] - Not at all, they're actually quite small

[Doc] That's cute. And... I guess I can get rid of this stinky thing at least. The skull and one frond should be enough to work with.

[Buff] Shall I take it outside?

[Doc] Only if you'll bathe later.

[Buff] No problem! - Is already shoving the mass through the desert side door-

[CP] Considers locking Buff out-

[Doc] Cp, it's been a long time since you set something on fire besides yourself. Would you like to go incinerate it?

[CP] - Fuck yes- Goes outside ready to burn the corpse

[Buff] Rolls the mass down the hill and mops his brow before walking down himself-

[CP] Waits for Buff to get a bit closer before erupting it into flames-

[Buff] Skips backward and gets splattered a little as bits go flying- Whoah! That's one way to clean up! Good job Cp!

[CP] - I don't care what you think fucker

[Buff] Not now, but maybe someday you will. Making friends is an art!

[CP] Flips him off-

[Buff] Gives him a thumbs up-

[Liz] -Comes meandering with a sour face, nose scrunched unhappily-

[Buff] Waves - Hi Liz!

[Liz] Hhhhey!

[CP] Is just watching the flames-

[Liz] -Scoots around burning corpse to bump CP and Buff-

[Buff] Best not to do that! I've got a bit of a stink on, little one.

[Liz] Too late! Beside, not as bad as the burning version.

[Buff] Well, it will be gone soon. Cp's flames are pretty hot!

[CP] Cools down the flames to make it last longer-

[Liz] Good! Smells gross.

[Buff] Doesn't notice- And soon we're gonna have live ones! Big leafy water dragons!

[Liz] Are they gonna smell as gross as that one?

[Buff] Nope. Cause they'll be alive!

[Liz] That's good!

[Buff] And Basil won't cry anymore.

[Basil] Still making annoyed noises in the background-

[Liz] Basil? The thing Momma watched?

[Buff] Yeah, the big black sea monster that's filling up most of the bay. This is it's natural prey animal.

[CP] - So that's why Doc brought it back

[Buff] Someone named Levi gave it to hir!

[CP] - That would be the Leviathan...

[Buff] That's the one!

[CP] - What ever...

[Liz] -Nibbles on nails a bit before bouncing around and bumping head against CP gently-

[CP] - What is it?

[Buff] Excuse me for a moment- Wades into the little river

[Liz] Hi!

[Liz] -smiles up at CP-

[CP] - Do you want a treat? I might have dragonwort on me...

[Buff] Remembers he has some wood in his inventory and tosess a few chunks on the fire before going back to washing himself-

[Liz] Nope!

[Liz] Just wanna say hi. *plop to sit beside CP

[CP] - Well then hello to you to, getting into mischief?

[Liz] Not really, Mom's been tired a lot so I try to not make too much... *glance back and forth

[Liz] But! I drew a picture for a thing and I... maaay... have made a small mess?

[CP] - Good job kiddo

[Liz] They say it's not good to do that.. But Meh!

[Liz] -scratches horn base- Skeee says I gotta be more... uh.. prime? and proper! Cos' I'm special. But I'm just a kid, so I dunno what he means. What have you been up to?

[CP] - Recovering, I was injured...

[Liz] ! By what? You're so strong! Can I fight whatever hurt you?

[CP] - The false NOTCH...

[Liz] -Head tilt- What?

[CP] - I have two NOTCH's, the one spawned for me, and the one that took over... The one that took over not only managed to delete me, but delete Lie as well...

[Liz] Delete? Like.. Make go away? How! That's shitty. *pause, droop head and look around for parental units because shi used a bad word

[Liz] You should kill the bad one.

[CP] - We're trying

[Lie] Trying? Why not just do! Or is he like... Strong? Real strong?

[CP] - Very strong

[Liz] Oh! Huh... Stronger than you?

[CP] - Not for long

[Liz] That's good! Hard to believe anything stronger than you.

[CP] - Thanks kiddo, well, I'm going to check on my wife

[Liz] Alright!

[Doc] Just climbs into the lava fountain fully clothed and scrubs off - thank goodness. I feel like my sinuses were in full rebellion.

[TLOT] comes up from the kitchen hallway carrying the trunk. -Doc? I have what yo asked for.

[TLOT] Yeah. And it's a fucking command block in pieces.

[Doc] REALLY? Do you know what's on it?

[TLOT] Obviously a bit bummed- Deletion codes...

[Doc] Gets out too fast and spills a bit of lava on the floor- THAT BASTARD. We've got his ass now! There's no way that belonged to anyone else. How did we miss it before?

[TLOT] it was hidden in a wall with a booby trap that was set to blow up the house.... Stevie is not happy.

[Doc] Well.... At least he won't have any illusions now as to which side he should be on.

[TLOT] This is true.

[Doc] I'm taking this straight to Dawn!

[Basil] Tremendous angry wail-

[Doc] Then we take care of Basil....

[Doc] sticks the trunk in hir inventory and shifts, crowding Endrea slightly - I'm not even closing the door! I'll be super quick!

[Liz] -Trots up to the shrine, poking head in-

[Doc] Liz arrives just in time to see doc in their dragon shape knock a hole in reality itself and go racing through the broken tv on the other side. The portal stays open, statick all around its edges and bits of sand blowing inside and pixellating on the floor of the shrine

[Liz] ... What? -Slink up to peek into portal head tilting and expression curious.-

[Endrea] Has come that direction- I wouldn't go through there Liz

[Liz] Why? Where's it go?

[Endrea] - The real world, someplace that will cause you pain at first

[Liz] Sounds like trash. Why's Doc going? *plop to sit, look up at Endrea

[Endrea] - Because they have business out there

[Lie] Comes up after convincing CP to finish burning the corpse-

[Liz] Oh. ... But doesn't it hurt Doc? Or does Doc go out a lot?

[Endrea] - The pain is only once, then it doesn't hurt anymore

[Lie] - Talking about going irl?

[Endrea] - Yes Mistress

[Liz] Oh! That's cool. Have you gone out? *tilt head up at Endrea

[Endrea] - Yes, many times

[Liz] That's cool!

[Endrea] - Perhaps when you're older

[Liz] I gotta wait for Doc to get back, I gotta drawin' to show em! So I can look like Momma. *nod nod a bit and pop drawing out of inventory to proudly present to Endrea

[Endrea] - That's a very nice drawing Liz

[Liz] I can do better when I'm bigger, probably... But it's good for now!

[Endrea] - Yes it is, and I'm sure you'll surprise Mix and Sky with it

[Liz] It'll.. Also make it easier to get around in the house. *sheepish look

[Liz] It's gotta make Momma feel better, right? She'll like it!

[Endrea] - Yes, that's why most of us also have human forms

[Lie] - Make her feel better?

[Liz] Momma's tired a lot and doesn't go walking with us anymore. She went out the other day though!

[Lie] - She's really tired? How long has she been feeling tired?

-Liz sets the picture down and counts on hir paws a bit- [Liz] ...Uhh.... -Gives up and shrugs a bit- A While?

[Lie] Frowns in concern- Well, maybe you should mention it to Doc

[Liz] I planned to! When I showed Doc my picture!

[Lie] - Good, that's what you should do for somebody they care about

[Liz] Not be a meanie like CP? Even if he means good under all that mean?

[Lie] - He's not always a meanie. He's learning to be better all the time

[Liz] Yeah, but he's still a big meanie sometimes. Usually to people who are jus' trying to be nice!

[Lie] - It's because he doesn't know how to respond. Nobody had been nice to him in a very, very long time

[Liz] Then he should try being like them! He's real nice to kids like me! He was gon' give me a treat!

[Lie] - He's good with kids because he raised his brother who used to be a kid

[Liz] Then why's he mean to him too? *head tilt

[Lie] - They were both tricked by a very mean NOTCH who made Stevie an adult and turned them against each other. As soon as CP gained his eyes he went to Stevie to make sure he was okay, and Stevie had been tricked into thinking he was bad

[Liz] The Mean NOTCH that Cp talked about? That sucks.

[Lie] - Yeah it does, he was a lot worse when he first came here

[Liz] Momma says he yelled a lot on her first day here. He was loud a lot, wasn't he?

[Lie] - Very much so, he also killed the others here a lot more

[Liz] Huh... *chew on claws a bit, lowering head thoughtfully

-There's a bit of bird noise as some gulls are scattered by the doctor returning-

[Doc] shoots back through the hole and seals it behind hir. Phasing artfully through my the huge glass window and sliding back inside and down between the eyes of the Herobrine in the stained glass. Xe thumps down on the floor with a cruel smile. - the deed will be done tonight. And all she wanted was the buttons from the block. So I can work on reversing the actual information

[TLOT] Good. I hope she kills the bastard.

[Liz] Doc's back! *bounce bounce up

[Lie] Shudders a little as she remembers what happened to her-

[Doc] Pats Liz with a paw- how are you doing kiddo?

[Liz] I'm good! Look look, I brought a picture so you can make me look like Momma! *dart back to pick picture up and present it to Doc

[Doc] holds it in hir claws- Aww. I can do this. But I have to take care of Basil first. Just stay here, okay?

[Liz] Alright! I got time, Momma'll be happy to see me all bipidal like her she'll feel better! *plop to sit

[Doc] Lie? Could you furnish me with some plants? Nothing specific, just lots of big leaves.

[Doc] Wait? Feel better? What's wrong with Mix?

[Lie] - Sure- She concentrates and creates leafy seaweed like leaves

[Doc] Sets up hir own command block and places the skull on it while waiting for Liz to answer hir-

[TLOT] Leaves?

[Buff] Comes back from the side passage in to watch-

[Liz] Momma's tired a lot now. *chews on nails a slight bit

[Liz] Doesn't get up as much. She got out for the first time in a while the other day!

[Doc] That doesn't sound right, have her come see me for a checkup very soon, okay?

[Liz] I'll see if she'll get out of bed to. She just lays around... *pout

[Liz] Doesn't go for walks with us anymore.

[Doc] I'll walk you home when we're done then.

[Liz] -nod nod-

[CP] Comes back in- That things burnt to a crisp now!

[Liz] Good!

[CP] - Oh, you're still here

[Liz] Yep!

[CP] - Surprised one of your guardians hasn't come looking for you yet

[Liz] M a big kid! They don't gotta watch me!

[CP] - Are you sure?

[Liz]... Mostly. Skee could watch me, but he was reading so i didn't bother him....

[CP] - Did you at least let one of them know where you were going?

[Liz].... Yessss?

[CP] Gives her an "I don't believe you face"

[Liz] Kind of? I said it really fast while running up the stairs

[CP] Sighs- Oh joy...

[Liz] - sheepish grin-

[Doc] is listening while coding and adds a bunch of Lies foliage to the shape Xe's creating around the skull. The resulting thing is bigger then a horse, but easily manipulated in hir paws.

[Lie] - Wow, that thing really is huge...

[Liz] - scoots over to watch -

[TLOT] just let me know when it's my turn...

[Doc] I will, I will! I know this your area too.

[CP] - I thought you didn't like bringing large stuff to life TLOT?

[Liz] *blep

[TLOT] Only because I was afraid of getting in trouble. - he beams at them with pride in his friends- but since those close to my hearts slew the beast. I don't have to be afraid anymore.

[CP] Makes a gagging motion-

[Doc] We can't finish it in here anyway, it's a water creature. - Xe bundles up the creature into its codes and stuffs it in a spawn egg. It looks a bit like a creeper egg., all green and speckled

[Liz] - baps CPs knee with a paw - that's not nice! Smile!

[CP] - Smiling isn't my thing

[TLOT] Takes the egg gently and cuts his fingers on his teeth, painting it purple with blood and making it pulse softly-

[Liz] Then nod, or somethin!

[CP] Just pats Liz on the head-

[Liz] ya don't gotta be all scared and scary anymore! Ya got family. *nuzzle hand a bit

[CP] - It's part of my job to be scary

[Liz] Then be a nicer scary. Scary at the right people!

[Doc] He has a reputation to maintain Liz. Otherwise the other pastas will pick on him.

[TLOT] It's ready. You guys want to come outside and watch?

[Doc] You bet I do!

[Lie] - Sure

[Endrea] - It depends on which direction we're going

[TLOT] Heads up the short steps to the hallway below the signaling tower-

[Doc] Desert side Endrea.

[Endrea] - Then I will follow

[Doc] Just walks out through the wall and loafs where xe can see TLOT-

[Endrea] Steps outside and Lie follows her-

[Basil] Stirring in the pond, quiet for the moment-

[Liz] - trot out with to look at what's happening -

[Doc] Is entranced and hir eyes sparkle with wonder. - They're beautiful...

[Basil] Deep snuffling and a sudden thrashing as they try to turn around and get out of the bay without touching the lava falls.

[TLOT] Rolls the egg over in his hands and copies it several times. He holds it up and clicks it into the water again and again. The big weedy sea dragons spawn out in an arc and are visible for frozen moments as they plunge into the water and quickly swim away with their plantlike fronds twirling like fans in the clear water.

[TLOT] Leans out to see around the bridge better-

[Basil] goes roaring after the dragons with his jaws wide-

[TLOT] Guess we better make lots of those...

[Doc] No shit...

[Lie] - Lets hope they can breed on their own...

[Doc] If they can't, we'll just spawn a bunch periodically. Maybe it's time I coded for something to be a natural spawn. I've never done that.

[Liz] pretty.....

[Deer] In chat- What did you just make?

[Doc] We finished ressurecting the thing I had the corpse of, my dearest. You'll love em! Part dragon, head like a horse and covered with pretty leaf things.

[Deer] - Sounds bizarre...

[Doc] I'll spawn some for you later. I think Basil will eat all of these in short order since they haven't had them in a while.

[Doc] At Liz - Your turn kiddo. Then we go check on Mix.

[TLOT] There's something wrong with Mix?

[Doc] Apparently.

[TLOT] Why can't we just tp her here?

[Buff] I can go get her!

[Doc] No you can't! She lives deep underwater!

[Buff] Pouts-

[Liz] My turn! My turn!

[Doc] Unfurls the drawing again and makes a quick table of woodblocks - I think.... hmmm,, obsidian and black wool.... Xe starts crushing and melting blocks into pixels and sits down on hir hanches to shape a person sized doll out of the mass.

[TLOT] You're getting much faster at doing that.

[Doc] Practice makes perfect.

[Doc] Whats this pointy thing on top Liz? Is it a sagital crest? Or do you just want a pointy purple hat?

[Liz] Hair! I didn't make the back but.. Its hair, like mommas!

[Doc] Pulls out some purple wool and starts fiddling with it. - Your moms puffs out and down though. It's short- Starts trying to arrange the hair on the doll without much luck.

[Liz] Well yeah, but my crest goes up! Maybe try something sturdy to keep it up?

[Liz] Or I could style it...

[Doc] A little slime would keep it up. Mine just stands because I have so much natural statick. - Xe starts rolling a little tail and paints some stripes on it.

[Liz] Is that why? Huh. Cool! *cheerful smile

[Doc] Pinches up the stripes into purple bumps- Yeah, that's why it droops when my energy is low.

[TLOT] Spawns a few more sea dragons just to watch them leap and swim.

[Basil] Is barely visible on the horizon chasing one of the weedy sea dragons-

[Liz] Neat! -Leans in to watch Doc work, blepping slightly-

[Doc] Does some finishing touches and holds the limp body up like a doll- Does that look right to you?

[TLOT] Are you ready for Mix Doc?

[Doc] Just about, you should warn her first anyway.

[Liz] -Trot around to look at it- Hmmmm... Yeah!

[TLOT] Mentally to Mix - Doc wants to take a look at you. Are you busy, now-ish?

[Doc] Holds out the body- It'll vanish when you take it. That's normal. Just equipt it in the chest slot of your inventory.

[Mix] -In reply after a moment- Uh.... Give me a second to get some clothing on, then sure.

[Liz] -Takes body excitedly-

[TLOT] Waits-

[Doc] Go on Liz, try it out. Walking will take some practice, but you'll get the hang of it. This is a good place to practice. Falling on sand isn't too terrible.

[Liz] -Small pause before bam, humanoid kiddo!- Oooooo! *wobble onto butt and just, wiggle legs a bit experimentally, feeling everything with hir hands-

[Mix] Alright, now I'm ready.

[Doc] Puts hir tail fluff behind Liz to keep hir upright-

- /Tp Mixminer to HerobrineTheLordofTears/ -

[Doc] Now you can show your mom too.

[Mix] -Plops a little against TLOT, wobbling on her feet. She looks as tired as she probably feels. She looks like she threw the nearest shirt on, and it's probably Sky's as it's about 4 sizes too big for her tiny ass.-

[Liz] -Shakily gets to feet, although hir posture is highly based on bad balance. A tragic case of "Where did all my bodyweight go and how do I stand or do anything without it??".- Momma!

[Lie] Frowns a little in concern- Mix...

[Endrea] Goes to help Liz stand and find her balance-

[Mix] Hmm?

[Liz] This is neat..... *leaning on Endrea

[Doc] Is so concerned xe scoops up Mix in hir paws. - your colors are terrible! Everything so dull and gray and you, have a gem forming in your back?! Is that normal for your seed?! I know Nk has one...

[Lie] Spawns a few healing flowers-

[Mix] - startled, but now in Doc's paws - Uhh-- I... My brothers did... Notch's was gold though... *sleepy shrug, looking up at Doc

[Doc] is feeling over the gem, looking for any .exe files or hidden folders- it's a... Battery?

[TLOT] How interesting. It seems like so much associated with your home seed is crystal powered.

[Doc] Bites hir lip a little bit.- I know what you need but it's not gonna feel good at all. So my apologies in advance.

[TLOT] Do you need blood Doc?

[Doc] No actually what I need is- hir head swings around to face the big brine who is merely watching with a bored expression- Cp.

[CP] - What?

[Endrea] Is coaching Liz a little, having experience with not only herself but her three children as well-

[Mix] -Worried expression-

[Liz] -A very quick learner, Shi's walking, if a bit wobbly-

[Mix] Should I... Be worried?

[Endrea] - Good, your starting to get it now

[Liz] -Toddle toddle-

[Doc] No, I mean, it won't be fun. But I'm 96% sure it will work. Your crystal seems to have a good capacity for electrical load even though the stats are still forming.

[Mix] Oh-- You're gonna shock me aren't you? Oh--- This is gonna hurt.... *slight wiggle

[Doc] Cp remember that bolt you threw at me in the Nether? Hit me again. Aim for my tail so I can cushion the blow on Mix a little bit. It's gonna hurt me if that sweetens the pot for you.

[Mix] Ehhh.... ... If... If it makes me feel better...

[CP] Debates a little before summoning the lightning to his hand- Fine- He chucks it as hard as he can at Docs ass

[Doc] Hir teeth clamp too tightly shut to scream at the sheer voltage flowing through hir and xe crushes Mix painfully to hir chest trying to filter some of the raw power to avoid cooking the smaller creature. After several painful moments the power finds its level, leaving Mix full and Doc feeling like a burnt out light bulb. Xe topples slowly to one side and lets go of Mix- you... Fucker...

[CP] - That's my line

-Mix is mostly a ball of screaming pain throughout the voltage. She plops onto the ground and lays there for a second, staring ahead. The emerald in her back is glowing with frantic light.-

[Liz] Momma! Doc!

[Mix] -Slowly sits up, shivering a bit. Her colors are mostly back to normal, maybe even a bit brighter?- Woah---- Holy fuck. I.--- That's a lot of energy... -Slight rock in place-

[Endrea] - Shhh, see? She's alright Liz

[Liz] -Baring teeth a bit only to relax as Mix is alright- Mom! -Does the scramble to her, it's an odd mix(haha) of motions, clearly trying to go fast like shi usually would, but it doesn't quite match up with the new body-

[Endrea] - Careful

[Lie] Is pinching the bridge of her nose and grumbling under her breath over her husbands behavior-

[Endrea] - Liz, try keeping your feet a bit farther apart

[Doc] softly- Lie...?

[TLOT] Also approaches out of concern-

[Lie] - Yes?- Moves a bit closer to them

[Doc] I'm offically tattling on your husband for fucking my ass with lighting and not even buying me flowers or dinner first.

[Lie] - Oh trust me, there will be repercussions...

[Doc] Good.

[TLOT] Is trying not to laugh since Doc's obviously being sarcastic-

[Doc] Mix? Are you okay?

[CP] Approaches his wife- Come on, I did what Doc asked

[Lie] - No sex, two weeks

[CP] - WHY!?

[Mix] I feel so alive! I'm not tired at all anymore! -standing up a bit wobbly, looking at herself as Liz toddles over. throws an arm around her dragon kid and gives hir a big smooch to the forehead-

[Doc] Good. If no one minds, I think I'm just going to lay here for a bit, since the well-understood rule about not toasting the admins has been soundly violated.

[CP] - YOU TOLD ME TO!

[Mix] -Smooches Liz's head again before sifting a blanket from her inventory, delicately drapes it over Doc.-

[Doc] Thank you Mix. Not on my ass I didn't!

[Mix] No problem! Thanks again, really... But I should be getting this troublemaker home.

[Liz] But mooommmaaa

[Endrea] - They will need some clothes...

[Liz] Nooo! I don't need clothes!

[TLOT] We can toga for now. - Pulls on his shirt and multiplies the blue fabric until it's a long, wide strip. Artfully he winds it around Liz and then tosses the end over hir shoulder. - There you go.

[Liz] Laaammmeeee... Dragons don't need to be dressed!

[Mix] Oh hush, its better than getting gasped over if someone spots you! *herd herd the Liz

[Mix] Bye, thanks again! Life saver, really.

[Lie] - Hey Doc, while we're here...

[Doc] Is laying with hir forked tongue hanging out just a teeny bit. - yus?

[Lie] - Pretty sure I'm well enough now for you to take one of my hearts to give CP, if your up for it that is...

[CP] - Lie...

[TLOT] That is going to hurt....

[Lie] - I know, but even though he won't admit it it will give CP a bit more peace

[CP] - Rather not have to have one of your hearts

[Doc] We have demonstrated why it's a good idea though...

[TLOT] I'll make something to keep it in. Save you a little effort. - He takes a gold ingot and an emerald from the creative and starts picking them apart on the wooden blocks Doc left out.

[CP] Flips Doc off-

[Doc] I guess I'll need to be smaller. I don't want to hurt you needlessly. - Xe shrinks down and ends up laying flat on the ground.

[Lie] Takes a breath to steady herself and CP moves behind her-

[TLOT] Holds up the finished locket. It's more the size of a pocket watch, but it is heart shaped. The front has two overlapping emerald leaves, and he squeezes a small latch to make them pop open like a pair of wings.

[Lie] - It's beautiful TLOT

[TLOT] Blushes slightly-

[Doc] No, don't stand. You come down here. Sit across from me at least.

[Lie] Moves so she's sitting in front of Doc-

[Doc] Levers up from the ground and sits cross-legged, facing her. Xe steadies hirself, still looking rather frazzled, and lays a hand gently on Lie's chest.

[Lie] Small pull away at Doc touching near boobs-

[CP] Growls-

[Doc] Easy. I'll be as gentle as I can. - Xe makes a little bit of statick around hir fingers and traces a small hole -

[Lie] Looks away a little-

[Doc] Brushes a fingertip along her heart cluster and settles on one near the bottom, close to the redstone heart that's pulsing softly and throwing a bit of reddish light across hir features-

[Lie] Flinches a little at the contact-

[Doc] Melts the connection and plucks the tiny heart from her chest. Xe puts hir other palm on Lie's sternum to keep her from toppling as the hole closes. - Done.

[Lie] Lets out a whine of pain and CP moves quickly, gathering her into his arms and trying his best to soothe her-

[TLOT] Closes the locket around the small heart and holds it gently.

[Doc] Stays sitting. - Sorry Lie...

[Lie] - It... It's okay...- She curls into CP's embrace

[TLOT] I have a muffin if you want it. A little food will help you heal.

[Lie] - Thanks- She holds her hand out for it

[TLOT] Smiles and passes it to her- It has little white dots on the top that are immediately recognizable as lightning berries.

[Doc] Smiles- Just expanding your repitoire huh?

[TLOT] What can I say? They taste good.

[Lie] Nibbles on the muffin, relaxing in CP's familiar warmth-

[CP] - Give it to me- He doesn't like TLOT holding Lie's heart

[TLOT] Offers it- No need to be so gruff. I know you'll take good care of it.

[Doc] Hopefully we won't ever need to use it.

[CP] Pockets it for now as he stands, lifting his wife as he goes-

[Lie] - I suspect we're heading home

[CP] - No shit

[Doc] It's okay Lie. I need to go ground myself anyway.

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letterstoocean · 8 years ago

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my ocean,

more of the story...

The Tracks

I used to walk the railroad tracks to school. They made the time fly by on an otherwise horrible walk. I hated school. We had moved so much that I couldn’t catch up no matter how hard I tried. So I stopped trying.

And that, along with how I dressed and spoke, made the teachers and most of the students hate me even more. There is always one poor stinky kid in the class and this time it was me.

There was nothing more painful than that long walk where you were going. School was a prison. For me, there was no parole, even if we moved, it would just be the same prison with different guards in a different place.

Watching the tracks made the dead man walking not so bad. I would keep my head down and watch my feet touch each railroad tie and daydream. Just when the thoughts would be getting good, I would be at school. And I could spend the rest of the day developing a story.

It kept me quiet.

It kept me from getting noticed. It usually kept me from getting in trouble. Or if some one was picking on me I could just lose myself in my self until they were done.

The day before, several fifth graders ganged up on me in the bathroom and almost stuffed my head in the toilet; if another student hadn’t walked in I’m sure I would have received a urine shampoo.

I was almost to the point where the tracks met the road that connects to the school when I saw the same fifth graders standing in the weeds smoking cigarettes. One of them looked up and right at me.

Oh shit!

I ran down the hill and into some tall weeds. I stepped in a giant fire ant hill but kept on going without stopping to brush them off. The ants would do less damage than the kids.

Never looking back, I sprinted through the weeds through a field and onto a road I had never seen before.

I kept running until I thought for sure that no one was behind me. With my hands on my knees, heart beating in my throat, sides hurting so much that I was certain I knew what a heart attack was.

I felt the searing pain of the ants. Trying not to scream, I took my shoe and sock off and started brushing them away.

The first day we were in Texas I learned the hard way about the ants. I was playing in a field, saw the giant sand mound and thought I would build some sand castles or tunnels. I plunged my hands into the mound and within seconds there were thousands of ants crawling up my arms biting and stinging at the giant talking monkey that had disturbed their domain.

The old lady that lived next door came outside with a gallon of milk. “Learned the hard way, eh?" She poured the milk over my arms. “Those arms are going to puss for a couple of days.”

Since I didn’t have any milk this time, I did the best I could. After clearing my body of all of satans minions, I looked up to find myself standing in the parking lot of the local library.

School had already started and I didn’t want to go back. I had missed so much already without a parent’s phone call or note that if I went in late they would call mom. We still had the address of our old place on record and we lived way out of this schools district and mom was trying to keep me in the same school, at least as long she could.

She warned me not to let anyone know where we lived. That phone call would be the death of me in more ways than one. I thought I could hide out in the library until I thought of something.

I walked through the door and was greeted by a kind blue haired old lady who welcomed me to the Pearland Library. She asked if she could help me find anything and I asked her where the restroom was.

“Young man, I hope you are here for more than just the restroom. Books can be a wonderful thing.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m here to read but I really have to go to the restroom. It was a long walk here.”

She smiled and pointed me in the right direction. I went into the restroom, pulled off my socks and shoes and stood in the sink as cold water ran over my legs easing some of the pain that the fire ants had caused.

After soaking for a couple of seconds I dried my feet off, put my shoes back on and roamed the library getting a feel for where the books were.

I have and always will love the smell of books. That smell in itself is a magic to me. The older the books are and the more hands have caressed them and eyes have gazed over them, the better they smell and the stronger the feel is in them.

I took a stack of books and went all the way in the back. Just in case the wrong eyes were wondering why I wasn’t in school. I found a nice empty big oak table in the poetry section.

Lost in my stack of books at first I didn’t hear the woman crying in the next aisle over. It was just background noise. As I finished an Encyclopedia Brown book and was wondering what to read next, I heard sniffles again and this time I realized some one was crying. I crept over to the shelf and pulled out several books to get a peek.

A woman was sitting at the table with a box of Kleenexes reading a book by a guy named Pablo Neruda. She was beautiful. Seeing her cry made me sad and I wanted to go around ask her if she was okay. But since I was supposed to be in school, I didn't want to push my luck and decided against it. I watched her for a couple of more minutes then returned the books in the right place.

My decision was not to go back to school. I would stay in the library everyday. The neighbor we lived next door to was an alcoholic that worked second shift. Every morning by eight am. he was passed out cold and left his house unlocked. I started sneaking in and packing myself a lunch from his fridge. With food taken care of I would walk the tracks to the library road and stay there until the end of school. I was gambling that we would be moving soon and wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences if they should happen.

I saw the woman there everyday. Sometimes she would sit and read. Sometimes she would cry. Other times she would gaze at the ceiling in a daydream. No matter what she did, I loved watching her. I could hear her music inside of her. It was very faint, but I could hear it.

One day I got the courage to sit at the same table as her. Greeting her with a shy smile, I wanted her to know that I wasn’t just another loud kid and if she wouldn’t mind I would just sit here quietly. I said all of that with my shy smile. I hoped. She smiled back and returned to her book.

One day I looked up one of the books she was reading: Pablo Neruda, Passions and Impressions, and sat down at our table and began to read it. After awhile I began to read it out loud. Practicing each word coming off my lips. I guess I wanted to hear what made her cry, but be so happy at the same time. Because I didn't understand how that was possible.

As I finished the last of the love poems, I looked up and saw her standing there, leaning on a book shelf. She was smiling with her arms crossed.

“Nice.” she said and sat down with a new book.

I smiled back and read some more.

I never officially talked to her. I didn’t want to. I think I was more in love with the woman I had created as I watched her read. Perhaps she revealed to me humanistic things that perhaps she never showed any one else. They were vulnerable moments that only we shared.

Much like (Dawn) as I sat in the tree and watched her masturbate.

I wanted to write about her. I wanted her to read it. But I didn’t want to give it to her. I wanted her to maybe find it in one of the books or read it over my shoulder. To read it and know I was writing to her without writing about her.

So it was to this woman who I didn’t really know but believed I heard her voice sing inside of me that I wrote my first set of poems. My tablet, though never used for homework, was used many times for stories, poems and sketches that really began that day.

I read countless books of poetry that she read. Pablo Neruda, T.S. Eliot. E.E. Cummings. And then I wrote my first poems down.

I laid the first stone

in your water

and have since

enjoyed, loved, embraced

each ripple

each wave

after

I need a kiss. I need a kiss

from a woman to dull the

edge of this sharp day. I need

a kiss to escape.

I need to watch her close

the distance between us, I need

my soul to tremble. I need

to anticipate her dominating

this moment where I lose

my soul as she breathes deep

and my domination fades.

I just want

than

anything

to stand in your light

and shine.

Then I sat down and closed my eyes. Remembering the sirens and how I could hear them inside of me. I did the same thing with the woman at the table. I waited until I could hear her inside of me..

“A part of me is wishing that you will create me when I began to undress in front of you. Seeing me in the way I wanted you as I saw myself in your eyes. A part of me will always hold on to that. But the part of me that needs this knows as I sit on the edge of this tub soaking wet and lost in her own life knows that you are drawing me for what I want to be. And I know I will hate you for this and I know this is going to make me what want you more. And yet you just keep drawing as I talk…………………….”

I arrived before she did and sat at the far end of the table and spread the papers around the table. Not directly in front of where she sat, but if she wanted to she could reach over and read them. I lost myself in my book which helped cut down on the anticipation of her showing up.

I did this for three days and was giving up hope and began to believe that my time with the pretty lady was over. On the fourth day I had just got the papers spread out on the table and was into my book when, she walked up to the table, gave me the soft smile and sat down with her Kleenex, Gary Snyder and Allen Ginsburg.

I stuck my nose deeper in my book which I’m sure was obvious and kept peeking over my book to see if she was reading them.

I heard her scoot out her chair and scoop up her belongings and as I was looking up to see if the poems were gone. She walked up behind me, tilted my head back and kissed me on the forehead, “you’re a sweetie.”

That weekend we moved again. But the ride was a dream as I filled up my tablet with poems, stories, and drawings that she inspired.

A woman whose name I never knew inspired me, showed me so many new things, books I would have never read if it hadn’t been for her. She taught me to listen, not just with my ears, but with my eyes, my heart, and after I listened. To make it music that other people could hear.

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sagebodisattva · 7 years ago

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Attachment Whores and Value Junkies

So why should enlightenment be the highest aspiration of a society, above all else? Well, before we even delve into that, it should be pointed out that, if this question even needs be asked, then it's apparent that many of us have forgotten the bare bone basics... and if the answer to this question is a testimony looked upon with scorn and ridicule, treated as if it must be provided as a demanded proof, thereby getting justified or invalidated by the great host of myopic judgmental clones, then it speaks volumes to the profoundly dismal state of consciousness, and shows just how far it has fallen; evidently content to be ground up in the jaws of ruin and death, and then spit out again, only to be recycled, then ground up and spit out again, over and over again, in a constant flux of delusion, spiraling in chaos, between varying degrees of desperation and mental anxiety. A conundrum indeed. How can one put down an anchor of stability and permanence on such transient unstable grounds?... You can't. That's the whole point. And it was never the mission in the first place... In a spiritual sense, the existential objective here is to use the limited time at your disposal to release consciousness's binding grasp on sensory illusion.

"Oh, you mean the objective isn't a physical exercise?"

Who would have thought, huh? So many of us have completely forgotten the objective, and have taken the perceptual bait to such a degree, that you have become shameless attachment whores and unabashed value junkies. Rather then striving for the highest ideals and making illumination the top priority, instead, this life has become a game of trying to sustain delusion for as long as possible, in order to indulge the ego and engorge it in a selfish spectacle of lust and gluttony. The mythical dance of self interest. How profound!

"Oh it's just so wonderful. It's just so wonderful shashi!"

Of course. First the ego wants to be recognized AS somebody, then the ego wants it to be recognized that it IS somebody. Yeah, we get it. Modern society has become all about catering to the ego and it's appetites... and giving it all kinds of ideas that it has claims to space and the inventory therein. It's very arrogant. And just so you know, you can't take it with you. So basically, you came into this existence with nothing, and you are leaving with exactly the same: with nothing.

So then, maybe this is all about posterity?... You want to leave a mark, right? You want to really contribute something magnificent as a monument to your specialness, right? Yeah, uh, thanks for leaving a stain. But no worries. Thankfully, it will be washed away, post haste. And yeah, I know that this will come as unwelcome words to many of you, but you know what? It doesn't even matter. Thank goodness. What, the ego's feelings are hurt? Well, who cares what an offended ego thinks. It's not even a concern. Thank goodness that no ego gets out of here alive, and that everything an ego constructs will eventually be completely washed away in the sands of time.

"Well, come on now Sage, hey, take it easy, surely you don't mean everything right?"

Yeah, EVERYTHING. The only things that might endure would be constructs of pure spirit, and luckily the manifested ego, and it's abomination of physical embodiment, can never lay a slimey finger on any of that. Only an ego despairs at the implications of the zero sum. Enlightened awareness is unmoved by it. But it's no surprise... as, that's what the ego is good at, is it not? Grabbing. Grasping, holding and clutching. And then getting upset when it has to let go. Awwww. This is why the truly wise don't get invested. Not to say that they would never partake, they just don't get disturbed when it's time to let go. Only the addict does that. Hence, the primary explanation for almost all discordant and aggressive behavior: some ego is going through withdrawal from an attachment. And don't expect any sympathy for it either. Good students don't get hung up on on the materials of instruction. Good students don't set up camp on transient foundations.

Now some of you may feel I am being a bit cynical and sardonic with the tone of this video, but to tell you the truth, it's actually really disheartening to see so many of you wallowing unproductively in what's supposed to be a training ground... fighting each other for the right to horde value and resources... AS IF any of these things belonged to you.

"This is mine, and that is his, this is theirs, and that is yours..."

Attachment whores. Hate to break it to you, but I got some bad news for you. There's not a single thing in this realm that you can claim as yours. Not a single shred of anything. Yet you act as if you can. You are merely borrowing it, at best. And most of you can't be trusted to do even that, without getting hung up on it. And then bitching and moaning about it. Listening to it turns the stomach. I mean, it's enough to put you off your food. And what makes it even worse, is all your self important pride, which is far much worse then the most horrible case of stinky wet flatulence from the infected diseased ridden bowels of a dying hippopotamus with gang green. You just can't get enough of erecting monuments to yourself, can you. You just love contriving circumstances where you can heap praise upon yourself, give yourself lots of unwarranted awards, and then pat yourself on the back, tell yourself, and anyone else who will listen, just how fucking wonderful you are. How admirable!!

And then there are the moral crusaders. The champions of maintaining important morals and traditions, even if it means holding you in place and forcing it down your throat. Isn't that something? What would we ever do without them? There's nothing like a self elected hero who wants to save you against your will by banging you over the head with the wrong kind of help, all in attempt to sooth his own insecure sense of self, via intrusive imposition. We can never get enough of these types of guys, can we? Value junkies. Even more delusional saps who think this is an appropriate place to assign hopes and dreams in long term investments.

"We have to stand up for this or that... we have to struggle to preserve that or this... we must strive to become one thing or another..."

Yup... only, I guess you forgot the timer on your existence is quickly running out. Your body is soon to be rotting. And yet you run around like a chicken with it's head cut off, frantically pursuing all this inconsequential crap, as if their was something else to do here besides train your mind and reach enlightenment... it's a complete joke!

"Oh no, enlightenment! Oh man, that's evil, isn't it? Clarity is satanic, right? The all seeing eye! The pyramids! I mean, what about the illuminati??"

Uhhhh... You are a fucking idiot. What is that, the great safeguard against against the truth for the moronic imbecile? The idiots guide to always staying delusional? No. By my reckoning, it's time to kick some ass. And that has already begun for some time, but I'm just letting you know now, it's happening... just in case you were wondering.

So as of this point, I'm putting the attachment whores and value junkies on notice: it's time to redirect your focus back onto what matters. If not, you will be dealt with by a swift and heavy hand.

"But Sage, what matters is subjective, isn't it?"

Keep playing word games. Why not try using the intellect that you fancy yourself having so much of, and use it for something worthwhile for a change... or else we're gonna have to find a different way to settle it.

Remember: Those that flow with the will, flow with the will...

Those that push against the will, get slapped down...

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