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Definitely agree with you about the lore plot holes and what their focusing on,, like sure the new stuff is cool but there’s so much already existing species stuff that have been here since it’s inception without an explanation…

Synthetic and edible terras are apparently man made so does that mean humans live on Terrah?

What even is a terralien and why are they the way they are?

There’s so many great opportunities for world building that would be many talented world building writers dream to work with but we don’t really get anything..

Also a lot of places in my explanation I was intentionally vague because there IS nothing to specify

Why did Lydia’s attempts to contact her parents not work? I dunno.

How did the planetary terras get separated from the rest of the species? Who the hell knows.

I get the lore is incomplete but like I feel like these may or may not have a good chance of being explored because it seems they aren’t willing to back track and work on the lore of things said previously..

And definitely the worst part is how the lore is found out. I 100% agree with your point about saving the silly codes and puzzles for less important lore like… I get they’re trying to do the whole web ARG thing but it just doesn’t work when everything is so vague… like imagine if the gravity falls ARG was like this😭

Like the show just info dumps a bunch of seemingly random shit and the ARG has all the important shit you actually need to know… but since gravity falls is actually competent you don’t even need to know they HAVE an ARG site to understand the show

All in all this just goes to show like how many people have been saying, how half-baked the lore is rn..

Also noticed people in the terra uprising server found my synopsis of the lore very informative and accurate so uh thanks and glad I could help! :]

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youre right, the plot holes here really distract from the "narrative," and again they really should have focused on GENERAL species lore first because now theres the chance things will need to be retconned once they actually do come up with the species lore

the web arg aspect of it can be done well, but not for major parts of lore. tell me about your world and species UPFRONT, dont make me dig around in the files just to find out what the hell a terra even is. save the puzzles and games for minor lore, like personality info about the NPCs. thats a fun way to engage the community while also not taking away from the experience of members who dont know/cant figure out the puzzles. the gravity falls comparison is also really good here, since you can watch the show without engaging with any of the ARG aspects and still have a fully formed narrative, a 10 year old watching the show for the first time can understand the world and events perfectly fine without digging through reddit to read backwards codes. this just reminds me of those people who will give important story details OUTSIDE of the story, like jk rowling tweeting dumbledore is gay, or vivziepop giving important details to the hierarchy of her world in podcasts.

its just another example of how terra staff's priorities are really out of whack, you release yet ANOTHER new subtype when your design approvals are still a mess, you make lore for the new subtype BEFORE the lore of the actual species, and you dont fully deliver on either front because theres next to no actual info on the design guidelines of the planetary subtype and there are really weird restrictions (like only being able to have circular planets) attributed to "lore," then we find this lore out and its got major plotholes and still doesnt explain why the planetary subspecies is only allowed to have planets in the visor and not other celestial bodies

in my ideal world, i think the planetary subspecies could operate the same as the fossil subspecies, where theres a "sub-subspecies" for planets, one for stars, one for galaxies, etc. etc. and then you can have your cake and eat it too. you can make your lore around the "planet" sub-subspecies while also not imposing weird and illogical design restrictions. and of course, this would all be done AFTER the general species lore is completed (and given in an EASILY ACCESSIBLE page on the website none of this ARG bs) because really that should have been done a year ago.

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pogaytosalad · 4 years ago

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Heres a wip of a sequel.

Dmviolence, by jade

Hello, if youre hearing this, it probably means im dead. Either that, or im alive and just got tired of keeping this hidden. You might remember my voice from a previous recording about a takeover in sector ⬽:➻, in which id helped prevent total annihilation of the sector. At the time i was unnamed, however now you may call me Kalton. After the takeover i resigned and moved to a job at a dmv. This planet was, for some reason, in one of the most tactically advantageous locations in the galaxy. And for some reason the higher ups dedicated the whole damn planet to dmvs. Dont ask why. Now, onto the story.

I woke up, and i put on my emerald green contact lenses. Just like any other day. I put on a basic white t-shirt and a leather bomber jacket along with a pair of jean shorts. If you cant tell by now, im gay.

I live in a small apartment. By small apartment i mean a bedroom, a bathroom and a kitchen all crammed into 2 rooms. I hopped out the bedroom window onto my motorcycle. It was a diamond white motorcycle with deep red stripes along the sides and the handlebars. My pride and joy. I put on my jet black helmet and took off towards my job at the, you guessed it, dmv.

Chapter 2

I pulled up in the parking lot and took off my helmet, my blue hair a total rats nest. The doors were push doors, yet i somehow ALWAYS pulled first. I entered the dmv and went to my station. A few hours passed by and no one had come in yet, which was unusual. So naturally i decided to sit down on the floor, put in my earbuds, and enjoyed some heavy metal. A few more hours passed by, and usually by now i wouldve been yelled at by my boss. This struck me as odd so i stood up. I really wish i hadnt stood up. The place had been completely destroyed. There were drop pods crashed in through the roof and they all had the ERGON logo on them. Ergon was a multi trillion dollar pencil manufacturing company with its own military. They had previously tried to take over sector ⬽:➻ when i had been working there. I was not looking forwards to what was about to happen.

Quickly, i ducked back onto the floor before anyone saw me. There were 4 riot soldiers holding this building. This was gonna be fun. The riot soldiers are your stereotypical riot gear and police baton soldiers. But these guys had laser batons and the riot gear gave them heightened strength and speed. They also had some, dare I say, shitty energy pistols. I crawled over to one of the soldiers who wasnt being watched and broke their neck. Carefully I took the baton and the pistol. Slowly crawled my way back to my station and checked the shot count in the pistol. I had 6 shots, just enough to take care of the remaining three soldiers. I stood up quickly and shot each soldier twice in the head. First shot to open the riot helmet, second shot to kill. I vaulted over the counter and grabbed the three pistols. These things were so stupid. You couldnt even remove the clips. Once you ran out of shots, the pistol was useless. Nonetheless, i didnt have any choice. I had a laser baton and 18 total shots in 3 pistols.

Upon leaving the building, my motorcycle was one of the few things to survive. It had alot of scratches and damage, but it still worked. The helmet was shattered however. I mounted the motorcycle and took off towards the next closest dmv. Maybe id find some better gear there.

Chapter 3

Pulling up next to the second dmv i immediately noticed 3 things. 1: there was blood everywhere. 2: there were 25 soldiers here. And 3: they all had energy weapons. The reason these things are relevant is because energy weapons dont cause bloodshed. This was the result of something else. Something new i hadnt dealt with yet.

I drove up and ran over 5 of the soldiers. This was probably an incredibly bad idea, seeing as i had 18 shots, enough for 9 kills, and there were 20 soldiers left. Every single soldier turned to me and i, being the absolute genius that i am, welded the front of one of the pistols shut with the laser baton, shot it off, and threw it into thei crowd of soldiers. It exploded, releasing a shockwave of energy and disabling the soldiers. I then used the baton to cut through the riot gear and kill the soldiers. I felt like a badass. That is until a mechanical looking wolf jumped at me and started trying to rip my face off.

The wolf was a frostwolf, except it had been placed into a mechanical frame and its teeth and claws had been replaced with lasers. I tried to bash it off of me with the baton but it just bit it in two. This gave me just enough time to grab an energy pistol and shoot the wolf. It kept trying to kill me amd i wasted a whole clip on it until suddenly, the dog started to levitate in the air and got thrown aside into a wall. I got up and was instantly frozen in place. Thats when.. she walked up.

Chapter 4

The she i am reffering to is ebony. A goth/punk wannabe with light blue tear shaped eyes and black hair with purple streaks. Shes a bitch whos mind got too powerful and now she can move things without touching them. Shes been chasing me for months. Not in a murderous way. Shes just obsessed with me. Ive tried to tell her im gay but she wont listen. And now im at her mercy.

She walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. I hated it. She looked as if she was contemplating whether or not to free me when a pod came down from the sky and crushed her. Thank god. But i honestly wouldve rathered suffered at her hand than deal with what i had to deal with next...

Out of the pod came the warden. The goddamn warden from sector ⬽:➻. Last id seen him hed been in the same situation as ebony. Crushed to death under a pod. But this time, instead of being on my side, he was here to kill me. He was huge. Like seriously huge. He was at least 8 feet tall and shaped like gaston. Whos gaston? Nobody knows these days. But its basically a way to say "extremely buff and wide". Back to the story. The warden wasnt looking very good, considering the rotten skin, obviously quickly patched together face, and muscles hanging loose out of his skin. His rotting ruined body was held together by an exoskeleton of chromium-tungsten alloy. Nothing i had was gonna cut through that. I was gonna have to get creative here..

The warden had 2 weapons, both of them were his fists. Huge gauntlets that were each about the size of a cow. Definitely bigger than his previous set. They were a golden green metal i couldnt identify. But i didnt want to get hit with one to try and find out. I ran. I ran as fast i could run into the dmv and hid. I could hear the wardens footsteps. It was as if a small earthquake happened each time he took a step.

I peeked over the desk i was hiding behind and saw him punch through the 2 desks opposite to me. It took no effort and i couldve sworn i saw him smile. Obviously i didnt. Cause he didnt have a mouth anymore. But if he did, he definitely wouldve smiled. I took a shot to get his attention and ran off towards the wall. The warden was definitely faster than i expected.

Luckily i managed to dodge the blow by a centimeter. The metal smelled of decaying flesh and popcorn. The wardens blow punched a huge hole in the wall. I hope you see where im going with this.

I ran off to another wall and we repeated this same process a number of times until the building was barely still up. I ran out the doors and threw the baton at the last of the supports, cutting through it and causing the building to collapse in on the warden. He wasnt getting out of that. I decided to search the rubble to see if i could find anything worth taking. I found a new baton, a flame rifle and a few more energy pistols.

The flame rifle was a very interesting design. The sides were painted jet black with flame decals scattered about. You could feel the heat on the inside and it made the gun warm to the touch. Comfortable to hold. Other than that though, it looked like an old fashioned 8.59mm sniper rifle. It had 4 shots remaining, so id have to use it sparingly.

I grabbed some scrap materials out of the rubble to make a holster for it and put it on my back.

The energy pistols just dangled from a keychain. The baton was simply turned off and placed through a hole in the back pockets of my shorts. I ran to my motorcycle and drove off, i needed to find out more. I had questions, and i had a sneaking suspicion that i knew where to find the answers.

I drove off again, i was dirty and there was blood on me and my bike. I probably looked like a serial killer. But i knew that if anyone was still alive, itd be jayden. They were.. well. They were a vampire. They lived in a swampland area and wore sparkly rainbow shirts and a huge sunhat. The sunhat allowed them to go outside in the sun, and they only drank coconut water. They also had a crazy amount of weaponry and used to work at ergon, before being fired for stealing weaponry. By the way, if you havent noticed by now, im using they/them to refer to jayden. Jayden doesnt have a gender. Jayden.. is kind of my crush. It probably has something to do with the fact that theyre the only person on this planet who talks to me. Other than ebony.. but ebony is... not my type i guess. Anyways, back to jayden. Jayden was on the roof of their swamp shack drinking coconut water out of a wine glass. I yelled up at them and they fell off the roof onto my back. I guess i cushioned their fall. Jayden immediately said "What do you need dear" without waiting for me to stand up, and shattered the wine glass. I informed them of the situation and asked the questions i had. Things like "what are the ergon soldiers defences like on their ships" and "how did they reanimate the warden" they had answers.

Jayden told me about the new security measures that had been put in place since id last been on an ergon ship. There was now a code for each teleportation pod and the gaurds had doubled. As for the warden, it turns out jayden was actually the first test run in reanimation sciences, and couldnt answer me because they had been unconcious in a lab when the warden was reanimated. That explained the vampire undead thing. Jayden invited me into the shack where they pulled a nail out of the floorboards and it turned into a ramp to the basement. Down in the basement? Thats where jayden kept their weapons they stole. And boy oh boy were there some interesting ones.

One that immediately caught my attention was the big rocket launcher. It had 3 barrels and each was a different colour, indicating a different effect. One was red, one was yellow, and one was green. The red barrel fired a normal explosive rocket, the yellow barrel fired an electromagnetic pulse rocket, and the green barrel fired an acidic explosive. And the launcher shrunk down to the size of an energy pistol when a button was pressed. It gathered up dirt and dust and garbage around it from the back to quickly convert into ammo but the only downside is that it would be difficult to use more than once in an area.

Jayden picked out an old shotgun. At first i didnt understand why, but then they loaded the clip. The clip was a huge drum that loaded in the bottom of the barrel. The drum was see through and inside you could see sawblades lined up side by side. When they pumped the shotgun a blade got lifted into a slot between the 2 shotgun barrels and started glowing red. When the trigger was pulled, the blade spun at high speeds and fired out of the slot, spinning along the ground like a wheel. It could cut through anything a baton could cut through and seemed to almost follow its target. The gun itself looked like an DP-12, except behind the pump, a large clear drum full of sawblades was in place. The blade sat between the barrels in place of the iron sights and got heated up by an electrical circut.

I also took a laser sword instead of my baton, it was just like the one that [3825968] had, except this one was about an inch longer. The final weapon i took was an acid thrower. It was basically just a watergun with acid in it. Ive always been partial to acidic weapons. If youve heard my other story, youd know why..

Jayden also took a submachine gun that fired freezing rounds. The rounds were essentially glorified waterballoons with liquid nitrogen in them. Though the rounds were bullet sized, enough shots from it would certainly freeze you in place. The freeze gun was about the size of the average human head, and was painted navy blue with blue saphire stripes placed along it. We both left the shack, me with my sword and jayden with a wine glass. We were ready to kick ass and put a stop to this.

We left and immediately both got flung into some trees. Guess who it was. It was ebony. Her body had been found and reanimated. I was starting to see a pattern. And now we had to fight the telekinetic who could kill us with a wave of her hand.

She was levitating. Her eyes were glowing red and her hair was floating in the air. She had a smile of someone about to rip your arms off and beat you with them. I tried to take a shot at her but my hand got knocked aside by an invisible force. So i tried the next best thing. Seduction. Fake seduction. Hopefully the whole dying and coming back from the dead thing didnt make her stop being weirdly obsessed with me.

While i faked surrender and complimented ebony and attempted to seduce her, jayden took aim of their ice gun and shot a burst at ebonys right arm. The arm froze in place and shattered. Hopefully that would lower the strength of her telekinetic abilities. It did. But only by about half. Which meant jayden got thrown into the air as i tried to discreetly unholster my acid gun. It wasnt discreet enough and the gun was knocked from my hand.

The gun flew forwards and the impact of hitting the ground set it off for a second, just enough to spray an acidic burn through her arm. Incapacitating her. Jayden ended up sneaking up behind her and impaling her through the skull with the shattered end of their wine glass. Finally ebony was dead for good.

The acid gun was busted, so we had to leave it behind. We got onto my motorcycle and took off towards my apartment building. We would need food if we were going to be traveling. An apartment complex would probably be full of foods, and alot of dead people who wouldnt care if we took some stuff.

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hawkofkrypton · 5 years ago

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Yeah, I indeed insulted you. Because you have done nothing but spewing pretentious nonsense since you opened your mouth. Now don’t play the victim.

But yes, unfortunately for you (?) I am aware of the mass reboot that was Crisis. But as I briefly said on my previous response, retcons. Don’t. Matter. It happened. It’s part of the history of the character. All the issues where Batman killed someone still exist.

It’s useless to say “well they’re not canon anymore” for two reasons. The people behind Batman killing people and Pa Kent telling Lil Clark to hide his powers ARE THE CREATORS OF THE CHARACTERS THEMSELVES. Every single version after theirs is a reboot or adaptation. The fact that you pretend some versions are less valid than others (the others being the VERY FIRST VERSIONS OF THE CHARACTERS) based on your personal feelings is ridiculous.

Reason number two: focus on your hatred for Zack Snyder’s Superman. Think of all the comic panels where Superman smiles constantly and never faces any dilemma of any kind. Think of all the comics that fit your idea of what you love about Superman.

You did it? Good.

At some point in time, nothing of that will matter. Nothing of that will ever be canon again.

Does that mean those comics are any less valid versions of the character? No. They exist, people read them and they’re acknowledged as part of the character history. If a future version resembles a previously de-canonized one, that is a valid similarity to point out.

I had hoped you were better than this but no. As with most Zack Snyder haters you fell back on “This thing that happened over sixty years ago doesn’t matter because it doesn’t fit my personal idea of what the character should be and do, therefore it’s not valid. I just REALLY hope you don’t give me examples of accuracy from Snyder’s movies in regards to the comics I’m convinently not gonna acknowledge and pretend it’s a checkmate.”

I checked the links by you provided (not sure where you got that I was somehow angry, you do you) but my question was completely legitimate. You’d be awestruck by the amount of hyperbolic inaccuracies that float around regarding what Snyder said and didn’t say.

But alas, my point still stands.

In Snyder’s original DCEU plan, Dick was the fallen Robin instead of Jason.

What do you expect my reaction to be: “Gasp? Oh my goodness? Oh the humanity?” Of all the versions where Todd is the dead one, you seriously expect me to loose mind over ONE Elsewords story where its Grayson instead? Really? This perfectly falls into the “the action of interpreting something in a new or different light” definiton that you provided. Do you have problems with your very own reasonings now? Your arguments crumble on themselves so much you should start looking for a better building location to build them on. Hint hint.

Yet your apparent idea of “reinterpretation” is “okay change a couple of things but the REST HAS TO BE EXACTLY HOW I PREFER IT TO BE OTHERWISE ITS INVALID” because thats how characters last decades right? By remaining exactly the same and never change anything major. You absolutely nailed it.

I fail to see how Snyder’s Batman has anything to do with his personal issues. He isnt contiuning anyone else’s work, he aint rewriting anything, hes writing his OWN interpretation of Batman and you’re throwing tantrums over the fact that it doesnt fit YOURS, using comics as a shield while conviniently dismissing other DC works where Batman has killed, which involves other movies AND comics.

You said yourself, the no-kill code has been in the character since the EIGHTIES. When did Batman debut? 1939. Does that mean every other version in almost four decades is not valid anymore because it does fit your personal idea? And then say ZACK is the one who omits vital core elements of the character. Bravo on the self awareness.

That’s the equivalent of making a sequel to someone else’s work but you have a favorite fan fiction that contradicts a lot and claiming this is a “reinterpretation’ when you use the fan fiction as the source material.

Thats.. exactly not how it works! That is nothing but an extremely twisted way of justifying your hatred for a version you dislike. Adaptations take the source material and write it in a new and fresh way. What you’re saying makes as much sense as complaining about the Nolanverse for not following the DCAU’s Batman.

Yes, there are Batman stories where killing and gun usage is seen as abhorrent, but did BvS portray Batman as right for doing those things? No. Does he become a supervillain because killing is all it takes to be a bad guy, regardless of the circumstances and who is killed? Or is reality not as absolute and unilateral as fiction? Other movies have Batman kill, worry about them as much as you are with this version. You’d be wrong regardless, because those are, say it with me kids, REINTERPRETATIONS OF THE SAME SOURCE MATERIAL. NOT followups or sequels to one another.

Very wholesome for you to compare comics with mythologic myths. But arent those also stories that have many versions depending on the time, place, person you ask to and circumstances? Can you please make one stable argument, pretty please.

Thank you for simplyifing my arguments to better suit yours, but Id rather not. You said that Batman shouldnt kill because. according to a real life statistic you used, real people on the real world dont do it for the most part. You applied a type of realism to a fictional character because you seemed it fit to do so. Apparently only you have this privilege. Me pointing out that Batman was a criminal wasnt to justify how “not normal” he is, I was using it as an example for NOT putting a fictional character into a REAL LIFE statistics. Im not saying Batman should kill, not me, not Zack, not anyone. What I AM saying is that he killed. Its part of his history. He done it. Even in films. And denying is stupid.

I dont care how many links about Zack talking about Batman you’ll provide, I already explained thats not what he said or meant. Read that portion of my previous reply.

He’s not a “hero”, he’s a director.

And I am not a Snyder fan, I’m a DC fan that just so happens to not got insane over different versions of various characters being different from one another. What Snyder did his put his own spin on a certain lore with certain characters, like.. every other cbm director under the sun has ever done. What you are saying is that a specific source material is not valid and doesn’t deserve to be acknowledged because it goes against your personal idea of the character. Wanna know what Snyder said on the matter? “You should be open to other things too”.

And yes, sure, Snyder’s Superman and Batman definitely act like Watchmen characters. They curse, rape, detach themselves from humanity, cause genocides because of hubris. Yep, thats all they do during both movies.

As you may guess from my tone, it takes a lot more than just being a serious take to “be like Watchmen”. And no, a couple of movies don’t count as “making it mainstream”. If you gotta quote Moore at least do it in a relevant way.

Oh I will justify Jonathan’s words. Your kind didn’t stop me from doing so in 2013 and you’re not gonna do it now. Ah yes, of course, your logic is “a mentor should be perfect always right always know what to say and never have doubts and uncertainties”. Because that’s how parents are in real life. They never make any mistake and they always know what to do.

And no, quit purposefully leaving out context for the sake of your point. No one in real life would know exactly what to do if their son was secretly an alien with potentially godlike powers. “Do the right thing” it’s extremely vague and simplistic in a real life setting, where the right thing isn’t always clear.

He doesn’t hide the implications or difficulties of how difficult life an be, he doesn’t sugarcoat it with shallow wisom. “Maybe” his him being honest with Clark on how life isn’t always gonna be easy, it’s gonna involve hard choices where the right answer isn’t obvious. But he still supports him and unconditionally love him. He doesn’t want him to experience all these challenges and responsibilities until the time is right, he doesn’t want his kid being taken away from him, he doesn’t want the world to ostracize him or hurt him in any way. But he also doesn’t want kids to drown. So he says, wait for it, “maybe”. A state of uncertainty.

You apathetic idiot.

My efforts to defend these films stems from 1) the love and appreciation I have towards them 2) the utter hatred and anger I feel towards scums like you, who think oversimplifications, objectively wrong statements and nonsensical complaints count as valid arguments.

I do not think there’s any type of help for you. Nor I think you’re looking for one, or deserve one. If you’ll write more nonsense I will be there, otherwise good riddance.

I can’t. I just have no words for this.

#dc #dceu #dceu positivity #dc positivity #dceuforever #bvs positivity #man of steel #zack snyder #bvs defense squad

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1v1-me-irl · 5 years ago

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In my dreams last night, someone shot up a place, i snuck out fine, he approached after (said place was near my old house that i lived in with my mother) while i was trying to sneak one of my siblings away and i stabbed him and then tried to call 911 and they told me they couldnt send an ambulance because the local elementary school was having a drill and everyone was there

He turned out to be fine, but he did end up killing himself in front of a handful of us but we couldnt tell the rest of the people in the house so we had to act surprised when we found out. Then i was told to always search a dead mans pockets because sometimes you find good shit

Uhhh i went to warped tour? My outfit was banging i dont really remember who i saw

And then i woke up and then i fell back asleep and a seperate dream started. Dont remember too much from the beginning. I remember being in a grocery store and it was attatched to a treehouse, and i remember climbing down the treehouse and suddenly i was playing spyro and i hadnt yet realized id had this part of the dream before but were getting close. I 100% it. Got all the gems, and a bonus level unlocked. So i get behind the gate and this is where my brain mixed crash bandicoot in it cause theres crates and tnt and nitros and the not sparx tiki head guy that i never remember his name. The villian is called 13, but in reality its just a mix of all 3 villians but mainy the not cortex or n. Gin. I also forget his name all the time. So the point is to break all the crates, get all the gems, deal with the villains bullshit and thats it. He doesnt heads on attack you until you bust all the crates but he does fuck with the map. Anywho, you walk past him and he spews some shit and i died. No attacks, just suddenly, im standing outside of the gate, as me, not spyro, and its locked and i cant get back in. At this point my brain kinda hits a "god damn it here we go again" moment and i can vaguley start to remember whats going on. Suddenly my partner is there as well as my friend evan. We can actually move around on the outskirts of the map, into the stadium and baseball field that were previously there for background decoration, and we can get up to the gate but nothing we can do to open or get past it. Now, we see 2 strangers walking inside the gate talking about how some weird shit is going down. And we yell but of course they cant hear us. Suddenly the younger version of the 2 strangers show up and we kinda catch them up on what happened. My partners friend daniel shows up and we also catch him up. Now keep in mind the last time i had this dream i was like 18-19. My partner and daniel were different people but i couldnt really tell you who for the life of me but i digress

Shit starts to get weird here alright. Evan passes out, but only for a few seconds. When he comes to, we hear footsteps behind the gate and look up and see an older version of evan walking by us kind of just muttering to himself. Hes like a strange cross between national treasure nicholas cage and sherlock holmes. More in the aesthetic than anything else. Idk it wasnt ugly, he looked cool and good in it. Maybe more english professor idk.

Now in retrospect the "older version"s thing is hilarious to me because as i said, i had this dream when i was like 19. I'm now almost 24, evan is going to be 25, my partner just turned 28, and daniel is somewhere in between all that im not totally sure, but 19 y/o me put older us at probably about 30, which is now not very far away, so i guess i should more call it "dope as shit alternate versions" of us instead of older.

Anyways, down goes daniel, his older version comes out. He looks like a streetfighter character but very much more gay. Daniel is a dancer irl, blonde, blue eyes, and already prretty ripped but still a twink. I have nothing to really further expand on his.

Jon goes down, following myself shortly after. We enter at the same time, very clearly villan coded. Pink lighting strikes and my ass goes "im pink this time?" Nope. Jon and i fly out on a pegasus and he's blonde and in a pink and black bdsm/doctor outfit. Ive got long ass black hair in a ponytail and red eyes and im in a super goth outfit and like ridiculous platform boots and we both are laughing fands are clearly visible on both of us and all my accessories including a mask are made of bdsm rope.

They fly off into the loop that contains the crates. Unfortunately, i did not get to find out if we were villans this time around before waking up because i for sure wasnt last time

So here we are 2 unnamed strangers who didnt do much as their younger selves, its their older selves that mattered, jon, evan, daniel, me. Not a terrible group for the upcoming events.

Enemies started spawning, so we fucked off into the high up balcony to chat. I pretty much knew at this point what to do. I knew there was a giant radio that wasnt sending off any signals behind the gate that older evan was trying to figure out. I knew the enemies were music sensitive, but only a specific song would kill them and i was racking my brain trying to remember what song. I knew we had to complete 3 tasks in the map outskirts in order to open the gate and join up with our otherselves to kick ass and beat the bonus round. Which, wasnt necessarily joining up. We could see/hear them, but not vice versa. But if we affected the world in some way, it would also affect it for them too. This is just accepted knowledge from the first time i dreamt this.

Currently daniel sang a song, and dropped to the lower octave and jon just goes "dude, what? You cant hit that?" And he does the verse, going up to the correct higger octace in the song.

Anyways we all just kinda joke for a bit. Evan cant really sing but he was..... okay ish enough to just provide an extra voice. He wasnt really loud enough to pose an issue. I go alright, time to go to the baseball fields, sing take me out to the ball game. I dont really remember the other 2 tasks.

The gate unlocked. I went to run off to see if older evan got anywhere with the radio yet.

And then my partners work alarm went off and i woke up.

#it was bullshit #im gonna try to force that dream again and see what happens #cause its easily one of the most fun and puzzling dreams i have outside of the water park #except that one time the water park had a crazy terminator guy but eh #why are all my reoccuring dreams video games #like always

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unhappyclient-blog · 6 years ago

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John M Edwards from Madison Indiana

John and I started dating in June of 2012. We met through a dating website (POF) and he looked like the perfect guy. We texted all day and talked on the phone for hours every night. He was so sweet and even though we lived 4 hours apart, he surprised me at the most adorable of ways by sending me flowers or stuff like that. In August I moved to west lafayette since I began attending Purdue University. Between him working full time and having drill a weekend of this month (because he is in the military NG), and me going to school all during the week and working on the weekends, we only saw each other one weekend out of the month. But then, things were great. We constantly had the best time together and shared wonderful memories. We would go back and forth composing every other long sweet texts professing our love for each other and it was like a fairy tale. But I discovered it started to stop sometime in january. And when I brought this to his attention, he'd say it was because he had been busy hanging out with a friend and hed send one afterwards, or he fell sleep and forgot. In March of 2013, I found out that I was pregnant. He was supposed to be set up to Egypt that June, but the day after I discovered, his installation was cancelled and I thought it was destiny. I finished out the session and we have an apartment together May in his hometown (4 hours away from all of my loved ones and friends). I moved down there to be with him and begin our family together. I found an excellent job within 2 weeks and things were going great. Then I began to notice changes. He went out every weekend to the bars with his friends, leaving me home alone with nothing to do and nobody to hangout with or talk to. I couldnt go if I wanted to because A) I was only 20. And B) he didnt need me out in crowded public areas because theres a great deal of dumb drunk idiots out there and somebody could bump into me and god forbid it caused any harm to the baby. Well I started becoming suspicious because he would stay out in the bars until 4am, yet they closed at 3. (and in addition, he got a DUI in July after blowing a .15 and had his license suspended for a month and was put on probation for the next year, yet still went out and drank in the pubs anyways because his best friend was a cop) He'd conceal his phone and take it with him when he went to shower or poop. He kept a lock on his telephone that I constantly had the code , but then he began altering it and any moment I'd ask for this, hed get defensive or make up and explanation. And when I figured it out, hed change it again the following moment. One night I had figured out the passcode to his telephone and I unlocked it. I found he had a snapchat from some girl, so I viewed it, and it was a photo of her VAGINA. Not full blown, however, it was a straight shot of her pants unzipped with panties on. Obviously my mouth dropped and I woke him up right then pissed off asking questions (bad thought. Always stay cool and get your ducks in a row first). Nicely he course played it off and stated that she had been just a an ex girlfriend of one of his buddies and he had no clue why she'd send him something like that and that hed obstruct her. Well I knew better, but of course gave him the benefit of the doubt. He then got another part time job to help save extra cash before our daughter was born and had gone to see him one night and the women were quite friendly with me and knew we were together and expecting a child except ONE girl. Well I discovered they were friends on facebook and she too was shot with a kid. Well I added her and she never approved. Then I saw text messages on his phone between the both of them as if they had been attempting to get to know each other (such as you do when you first start talking to somebody asking for pictures, etc). He told me it was his friend in the office texting her from his phone bc his was broken. I knew that was probably bullshit but when we hung out with this friend one evening, I asked him when john had gone into the restroom and he confirmed it, so I let it go. (turns out that he was covering for him) oh and also the best part was that after I finally found out this, I found out that this particular woman lived in the same neighborhood as us, just a street over!! Well he quit that job soon after because he said he didnt like it there and got yet another part time job working in video. (he had worked there before and left on good terms so they hired him right away). Well he worked up until a few days before our daughter was born and then just stopped showing up and finally got fired bc he didnt need to have to work for thanksgiving. Nicely November 2013 comes and I have my girl, the most beautiful little girl in the world. He was right there with me every step along the way, through the 16 and a half an hour of labour. I had her and he remained there with me that the whole 3 days we had been in the hospital. He seemed so filled with love and security (like a father should have) that I thought maybe hed realize that a household is more important than anything or anyone. He'd taken another week off of work so he could stay home and be there with us I had been on paid maternity leave for 6 weeks from my job. He came straight home from work daily and could stay home every weekend (except the evenings he had drill). Well one day his buddys girlfriend (who'd become my very best friend) told me that her boyfriend (johns BEST FRIEND) had informed her one night which John had cheated on me with a woman named Olivia at the Family Video shop where he used to work. That he was shutting one night and she came and watched him and they had sex in one of the temptations (aisle 4 or something as it had no detectors ) and this happened like a week until my daughter was born. Well I was angry since this was the SAME GIRL that'd befriended me months ahead, and we had actually hung out a few times and she came over to our apartment one day after our daughter was born. I thought it was strange how he sat there on his xbox enjoying his game and hardly ackowledged her, and the way she had been absolutely fine with thumping her boob and breastfeeding her 3 month old daughter (Yes, she had a girl, was a year younger than me, and her babys dad wants nothing to do with her or his child ). That his buddy would never state anything like that and that it never occurred. Well, Christmas time comes along with his buddy (the one whos a cop) articles a standing on facebook stating hes drinking with a friend of his and invites john over. John comments on it and says no he cant (because we were sitting there watching a movie) and his friend comments back and says that his hitler-ette had to calm down and quit controlling him. So I awakened on his buddy and he explained that the only reason john was was because I got pregnant and if I was brighter and had used birth control then I wouldnt even be here right now. So john went on his buddy and actually stood me up and I told him I want nothing to do with him at all and that he is not permitted over at our home or to visit our kid. He complied and his buddys title wasnt brought up again and they never hung out (even though they'd made up with eachother and still texted occasionally). Well in february, this exact same friend of his has been caught red handed cheating on his girlfriend (my now best friend) with some girl for the previous 2 months. Well things happened between those who I say, but now instead of being a police officer, hes sitting for the next 8 years and can have no contact with either of his daughters or his ex girlfriend (my buddy ). Well the night this all occurred, I wake up into a text message saying we had been perfect. They were cheating with (so and so). So I wake john up and tell him what she said and he said that she had been making s*** up to try to break us up since her connection was about to ***. And since I had no evidence, I let it all go. Well I had posted a standing about cheaters and a week later I get an anonymous letter in the mail at my WORK, addressed to me personally, stating (in badly disguised sloppy handwriting) they saw my status and know for a fact that john had cheated on me with atleast 3 different women, and gave titles. And that they thought I must know (and one of the girls names was Olivia, from earlier in my story). This time I didnt mechanically show him my evidence and accuse him. I played it cool and wished to collect everything. So I figured out the password for his verizon accounts and looked in his telephone records and saw a number continuously popping up on there. I printed everything! That night, iIwake around 1 because my daughter started crying and I started to feed her so she could go back to sleep. I discovered it vibrate, but it didnt light up. (he's an iphone) therefore I click on the home button, and it doesnt show anything on the monitor. (keep in mind his phone is also secured, so I cant test it fully because I dont know the password). Well then it goes back, but it was a different vibration than previously and the telephone really lit up this time. I seem and its some remark notification for facebook. So right then and there's when I knew that he had blocked the alarms for texts so I couldnt see (since it shows that the first portion of the message onto the lock screen) so I waited till he finally awakened at 5:30 that morning and went to check his phone, like he does every morning. And I told him to waitand that I needed to sit behind him as he assessed it. He immediately asked why and I said since somebody texted you at 1:30 in the afternoon and the notification did not show on the display so I wanna understand who it is. He immediately got defensive and said no! That he wasnt going to continue doing so s*** and that I have to trust him. That Saturday nighthe went out to the bars and got really drunk, and for the first time in the past year and a half, I went to a bonfire with my pal and two of her woman friends. It was just the four people plus her friends husband and his friend. I requested Johns mother and sister to babysit for a couple hours so I could hangout and have a wonderful time, and they were happy to. Well once I was there for about an or two, johns sister calls me and informs me john found they were babysitting and got really pissed off that I wasnt house with our daughter. So I advised her id be home soon and she said that he was already on his way home. Well then I get a call from john who asks me what Im doing, I tell him Im at a bonfire and he flips out on me and says could O pawn off our kid to somebody else (if it was his mother and sister) and that I was a horrible mom. (yet he had been the one who was piss ass drunk). So I push instantly home and hes sitting on the sofa with his friend, and his mother and sister are sitting on the other end of the sofa with my daughter. I walk in, since the door was unlocked and he gets up and goes into the bathroom (where he began puking his guts out bc thats how drunk he was the same guy that blew a .15 and believed he was absolutely fine to push and hadnt drank so far ). Well his sister and I go out and she explains to me exactly what happened when he got home. He flew into a rage and began screaming stuff and saying how I was nuts if I thought I was going to have the ability to come in the home and blah blah blah. Nicely his sister told him into the stfu and said shes a mommy. shes going to call the cops. Youll go to prison! Stop being an idiot and calm down! . Well we didnt say a word to each other the rest of the night and his friend passed out, and I slept on the sofa. After that day, one of his own friends had called me and asked what had occurred between us bc he saw we werent together on facebook and I told him why and he explained that was actually cheating on me with this one girl, the one he maintained was texting his friend through his mobile phone. And how he bragged about it to him saying oh this woman is texting me and sending me these pics and what not all happy about it. So that next Saturday, while he was at drill, my parents and my cousin came down with their 12 passenger van and pickup and they moved all of mine and my daughters things back to fort wayne to my parents home. He freaked out on me initially and posted a lot of bullshit on facebook to get sympathy from people who had no idea what actually happened, and I filed that Monday for child service and we had our court in july because he didnt wish to agree on more than $200 a month to get support when Im paying $500 per month daily care alone. _Ùªâ I'd post the women that he cheated on me with, but to tell the truth, I dont know all of their names because there were too many to count. They knew we had been hell the whole town did because its a very small city, nevertheless still fIIked around with him. But the moment I began to get suspicious about one, hed drop them and move on to the next. So hes the actual HOMEWRECKER within this story and he deserves to be here and these chicks will get whats coming to them as will he _Ùªâ The one thing I am thankful for throughout this whole mess was my lovely daughter, along with also the fact that besides his lying adulterous ways, he's really a fantastic father to her. Read the full article

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The voices of Weinsteins accusers have torn the fabric of patriarchy | Naomi Wolf

Testimonies are pouring out from women everywhere. We must grasp this moment, and never return to the culture of silence, says writer and author Naomi Wolf

There are many shocks following on from this weeks reports of the sexual violations and rapes allegedly committed by film producer Harvey Weinstein. One shock for me is about the language used by the media to describe them. Almost all early reports referred to victimisation as sexual harassment.

Weinsteins alleged acts involved quid pro quo offers, requests to be watched in the shower and for massages, naked pursuits of targets around couches. Such actions are sexual harassment.

But they are not just harassment. These are criminal acts that, if proved, would lead to jail time not just fines and wrist-slapping. Language out of a Henry James novel made it sound as if rape was like using the wrong fork: Mistreatment of women, misbehaviour, indiscretions. Or misconduct, like a bad orchestra. Reporters used episode or the 70s-ish, hot tub-ish, encounter.

Its likely that media lawyers advised reporters to use softer terms. But if you are reporting on a hate crime assault, you dont inform readers accurately by calling it a racial encounter.

Shocking too is how district attorneys have failed to react. The New York Times and New Yorker exposs include reports of many alleged crimes in two jurisdictions: California and New York. I believe that basic information about the laws regarding sex crime and abuse are rarely explained to women, and this perpetuates a situation in which sexual assault is treated as a cultural event blurred lines when in fact criminal law is clear.

In New York state, any unwanted sexual contact is sexual abuse. In California, any unwanted sexual touching is sexual assault or sexual battery punishable by prison terms of six to 12 months. In both states, coercing someone into sex is sexual assault. Forcing someone to submit to oral sex, as actor and director Asia Argento alleged of Weinstein, is a felony. When someone chases a target around furniture, while he is naked, with exits from the room locked, this is arguably stalking and kidnapping.

When someone exposes himself in a public place such as a restaurant, and masturbates, as Fox reporter Lauren Sivan recounted, it is public lewdness, a class B misdemeanour. If he or she intentionally exposes the private or intimate parts of his or her body in a lewd manner for the purpose of alarming or seriously annoying such person it is a class A misdemeanour; six months, and usually placement on the registered sex offenders list.

Also, these events have widely been discussed as if they are history. But the statute of limitations is still open. In New York, the statute for sexual assault is five years, but there is no statute for rape. You can bring charges until you or your rapist dies. In California, a 2017 law, passed after the Bill Cosby allegations, extended the statute of limitations to for ever. And to six years for assaults that took place prior to 2017. In the UK, there is no statute of limitations for serious sexual crimes. UK victims can bring charges forever.

Most of these women, in other words, could press charges today, even if their assaults happened years ago.

Ambra Gutierrez, an Italian model, wore a hidden recording device in 2015 to document the fact that an assault had occurred in her previous meeting with Weinstein. In an act of courage, this woman went back into danger. But DA Cyrus Vances office did not then pursue the case because, a statement said, it couldnt establish intent. This week, it was reported that, months later, Vance was gifted $10,000 for his reelection campaign by one of Harvey Weinsteins lawyers.

Had Weinstein boarded a plane to Switzerland this week, as he was reportedly planning to do, that too may have constituted a crime: obstruction of justice. Resisting arrest. Flight. These are felonies or common law crimes.

But because our power brokers want to keep sexual assault in the realm of the uncomfortable or the disgusting, rather than the criminal, Weinstein was not told not to leave town. Only on Thursday was it announced that police in New York and London are taking action following the reports. Meanwhile, Weinstein headed to Arizona, to sex rehab, with yoga and equine therapy. But rehab is a choice, not a confrontation with the criminal justice system.

Another important legal question is what the Weinstein board knew, and when. In a statement earlier this week, the board said it was surprised by the revelations and that, Any suggestion that the board had knowledge of this conduct is false.

But then attorney David Boies gave a painful interview in which, in a lawyerly way, he identified the many things that the board did know. If board members knew about allegations, but continued to do business, without disclosure, this could also have violated codes for public companies.

Bill Cosby, pictured in June 2017. Photograph: Matt Rourke/AP

Yet there are positives to be taken from this eruption of testimony. One is the power of what happens when women come forward, name their abusers and identify themselves. I have been saying for years that anonymity for victims, which is touted as a feminist perk, is in fact a toxic guarantee of rape culture. Change will only happen when women name themselves as victims in public and also name their abusers. Anonymity allows for impunity.

This is not to blame women for not coming forward sooner. The reasons Weinsteins accusers held back are only too obvious. But seeing Gutierrez put herself in danger to report a crime; seeing Argento put online the disturbing scene she filmed for her movie, which is based on her alleged assault, is transformational.

Patriarchy has managed to direct attention always at the victim. What was she wearing? Is she crazy? Is she in love with him? What is her motivation? Why doesnt she just drop it? Is she a good or bad girl? This protects not only rapists but also institutions universities, workplaces in a patriarchy that runs on impunity for rapist and abusers, and for their boards, their deans, their trustees, their gatekeepers.

But when women come forward with their own names and stories something that social media allows in an especially effective way attention can turn to where it should be. We see how common it is for perpetrators to have a modus operandi; how frequently they groom a victim, make sure to get her alone, intimidate and coerce her. We see how a perpetrator creates a situation that a young woman may think she can manage or at least survive, and then suddenly, terrifyingly, he lunges, overpowers, demeans, violates her. Such assaults can result in the death of a young womans sense of self, vocation, possibility, future life and dreams.

An essay this week in the New Yorker by Jia Tolentino speaks about the familiar sadness that almost every woman can relate to, of how a moment in which a young woman thought her talents were being recognised, turns into trauma. And also into a terrible non-choice: speak and be that girl hounded out of ones chosen profession, or else keep a silence about someone elses revolting secret, that weighs on ones mouth and heart endlessly, like stone.

Now, as voices are being raised, the fact that perpetrators stalk and silence, buy off lawyers, intimidate and threaten victims often for decades becomes established. If you are alone and describe this, you are a conspiracy theorist. En masse, though, we start to see a system at work.

There is one answer to this. Move this discussion out of the realm of emotion and outrage and novels of manners, and into the arena of crime. Do it in public. File police reports. Record the calls. After consulting a lawyer in your country, consider naming your assailant online. You may not get a conviction, but you make impunity harder. The next victim will have a paper trail to support her.

Ask the online community to keep pressure on police departments to investigate and be accountable for complaints against alleged rapists and sexual abusers. The rate for false accusations is the same for sex crime as for any other crime arson, fraud.

I actually believe in a Name your assailant day, in which women go to police together, to support one another in filing reports. It doesnt matter if you are outside the statute of limitations. You may not be able to prosecute your own abuser. But the report will be on the record.

Last year I filed a police report about my own long-ago assault, after receiving a threat (not from my assailant), having previously filed a formal grievance at the university where the assault took place. I filed the report at the New Haven Police Department. It was lost. I filed it again in April. There is now an open investigation. I am not saying this process is easy. But it is critical.

The women who have spoken out are so brave. If they can possibly bear to, even just one or two need to call the California and NY district attorneys. It requires a victim to file. They need us to support them, comfort them, listen to them, raise money for their counsel.

Meanwhile Weinstein, in his rehab centre in Arizona, is counting on peoples energies dying down as some new drama takes the place of this rend in the fabric of patriarchy.

But whether he is prosecuted or not is not the only turning point. The turning point will be when every girl and boy, woman or man, who is assaulted, abused, forcibly touched knows the law and know in his or her bones that these actions are crimes. When victims refuse shame and refuse to bear the burden of the perverse and unbelievable things perpetrators have done to them. When victims demand that the criminal justice system hears their complaints and acts on them.

When perpetrators planning to get that next young, hopeful woman alone to hurt her, finally think twice about their demonic business as usual because they know that she has an invisible army, standing with the force of law behind her.

Naomi Wolf is an author and CEO of DailyClout, a platform to make laws socially shareable