Legit just looking for friends who might want to join my game idea
I have an idea for a cinematic experience/survival game, I’ve started building it in unreal, but I’m still newish to game dev, and would love to find some friends who would wanna join in. I’m alright with blueprints but I suck at 3d modelling and animation. Lemme know if you are curious. (To be clear I’m not looking for employees, just friends who might want to join in)
The idea: I’m not good at describing it so bear with me…
The goal of the game is to survive 7 days. (Perhaps a half hour day and half hour night) It is set at the start of an apocalypse, (zombies or something else haven’t made my mind up, but the important thing is that it spreads throughout people quickly)
I’ve always loved asking people the question: if an apocalypse broke out right now… what would you do?
And I think that’s a cool premise for a game. Set it in a city, everything is normal at the start of day one, busy streets, cars, the usual, but after like 2-3 minutes gameplay, explosions rip throughout the city and everything goes into chaos, streets gridlocked, and rubble/car crashes/whatever else leave the player stranded in a smallish open world.
I think the key to this idea, is to have a constantly changing environment. I think of the idea like a movie, but from every perspective. It’s ambitious, but potentially doable. I want the player to feel like world around them is running it’s course, it’s not controlled by his/her actions. All the player can do is scramble to survive the 7 hours of gameplay. Some of the citizens in a few different places will set up quick safe houses that may or may not get overrun the first or second night… the player could be involved in the set up of these, or could choose to run off and try to find some weapons. day 3 the city loses power, day 4 water stops running… ect.
Each day present new problems that player has to navigate, and each night I think of as a relentless horror show (as my idea for the zombies/monsters/whatever they turn out to be is that they are not just mindless, but stealthy and stick to the dark.
Anyway, I can’t be bothered writing more atm. You get the idea, feel free to ask about it.

Hey all, time to reign in the collection with a massive sale! Lets get right to it:
Payment: Paypal FF, Yolo's have priority!
Timestamperooni
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Spyderco Para 3 -- Knifejoy Excl in 20CV (Video)
-Modded with Flytanium Lotus Para 3 scales
-Condition: Modded/Disassembled. Slight snail in showside scale (see video)
-Knife has not cut anything, nor been carried.
Bought a fresh knife from Knifejoy, disassembled it (destructive process), then plopped flytanium scales on it.
Beautiful satin hardware and 27.5v Blue Anno
SV $225
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Spyderco PM2 -- Aramis Grand Line + Hand Forged Damascus Blade (Video)
Heavily Modded - Picked up on the swap and modded some more!
- Aramis Carbon Fiber PM2 Grand Line scales (absolutely stunning)
- Michael Reents Hand Forged Damascus (~58 Rockwell)
- Custom Clip, maybe MXG Gear?
Comes with Original Spyderco CPM S45VN Blade, and Camo G10 Scales, + original/extra Washers
Both blades are in excellent condition. Damascus Blade has been sharpened on my Wicked Edge at 18.5DPS
Aramis Scales have no flaws (G10 Scales un-used as well). The blade was sharpened on my Wicked Edge system with a 18.5DPS edge. There is some blade play, and its slightly off center. The S45VN Blade is very well centered. I hand filed a sharpening choil into the Damascus Blade for ease of sharpening
If you've never tried or heard of Aramis' line of scales... now is your chance!!
SV $375
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Grimsmo Rask #1144 - Plum Scales with Gold Hardware (Video)
Date Completed - June 16 2022
-All Original Hardware Included (Nano Oil, Sticker, ID Card, Foam, Torx Bit, Knife, Case)
-Not first owner, has small tumble dents in scales. Maybe considered damage, but it came that way.
-Blade - RWL 34 Stonewashed
-Scales - Plum Crosshatched
-Disassembled: Yes
Plum color is vibrant, then with finger oils, the shade is a darker purple/plum. Very beautiful in sunlight. Perfect action, detent is crispy, absolutely fall shut as to be expected with Grimsmo
SV: $950
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Holt Morpheus #93 - Blue (32v)/Bronze (15v) Dual Anno - Bronze Clip and Hardware (Video)
-Comes with Black Taco Pouch (with Red Holt Logo), the Detent Tool, and Selinko ID Card
-Birthdate 12/20/2021
-Refined - Feather Pattern
-There are some scratches on the pocket clip, and also some from the blade (but they look to be from the stonewashing
The build quality, design, feel, and all things aesthetic on this knife are 10/10. I don't like the blade geometry though, and this one happens to be a bit dull around the belly. I haven't sharpened it, thought I did lightly strop it a bit.
SV $700 SOLD for $700
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Benchmade Bugout (Modded) - S90V, Flytanium Crossfade Scales w/ Lightning Ano (Video)
-This custom Bugout is a mashup of 3 knives. It sports the Red aluminum Thumbstuds/Spacers, and Black Steel Liners from the Aluminum 535-4Bk.
-Flytanium Crossfade scales which have been polished, then flame anodized to take on the classic "Lightning Ano". Both scales are unique in colotone.
No Original hardware, and the box is a Mini Osborne 945BK-1. Sorry! It does come with the Benchmade microfiber pouch though
SV $250
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Benchmade Bugout 535BK-2205 - Jade G10 scales, CPM-M4 Blade (Black Coating), Limited Edition
-This bugout is sporting all the original hardware from a 535BK-2205, except that it has custom Flytanium Crossfade scales (original scales included though).
-The Crossfade scales have been annodized a green gold
-The Blade is a Limited Edition, and annoyingly, it came to me with faint trails on the blade. If that's the type of thing that bothers you...welcome to my world.
All black hardware, striking green/gold titanium scales. Fall Shut, Great Centering, mild (benchmade axis lock) blade play.
SV $225
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Benchmade Bugout Heavily Modded 535. S30V Satin Blade
-Tons of Titanium in this puppy. Blue anodized (27.5V) Flytanium Crossfade scales
-MXG Gear Clip (my favorite for Benchmades)
-Satin Titanium Thumbstuds, and Backspacer
-Silver hardware for Pivot, screws, and Axis Bar
This knife came to me used, and sharpened unevenly, So I reprofiled it on the wicked edge -- Its now 18.5 Degrees Per side, and stupid sharp. I didn't lap it though, because once things get too shiny for me, I stop using them. I didn't want someone to inherit that "safe queen" ideal for these bugouts. (Ask me for pics of my user bugout like this one!!)
Lets call this a working edge--Ground to 3000 Grit, cuts phonebook paper pretty dang gud.
Centering is dead on, no blade play, fall shut. Faint snail trail on the blue scale, sadly :(
SV $225
Lastly,
Shirogorov F95 with Carbon Fiber Inlays. Old school, S90V Blade
-This is an older Shiro model, with barrel spacers, not a solid Ti backspacer.
-S90V Blade sharpened to a Mirror edge by the person who owned this before me
-MRBS, beautiful glide shut action typical of Shirogorovs. (A little faster action than my Quantum Gen 1)
-I have not disassembled it, though I believe it has been by previous owners. Not sure.
This F95 is a super gem, but I found my ideal Shiro in the F3NS, so I'm willing to let this one go. It's an old school Shiro which I love, and the action on it is just wonderful. But I can't keep it and continue to explore the knife world, so off it goes.
SV $900
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And thats it! For now...
I am greatly interested in acquiring a TRM Shadow, and I'll look at fair trades for a Rosie. But if you want $1300 for yours, I can't buy it. I'll wait for it to come down. TV on the rosie would be around 950 or less, and I wont hike up my TV's past my SV.
Thanks for looking, and I appreciate you stopping by!
If you feel my prices are wrong, feel free to shoot me an offer! Also, I have MANY pictures of these knives during the time they've spent in my collection, so if you want more information, or just to see more, please send me a msg, I'll happily scour my photos and send some more along.
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Edit: Photo Dump!
-Phiz

Hey all, time to reign in the collection with a massive sale! Lets get right to it:
Payment: Paypal FF, Yolo's have priority!
Timestamperooni
​
Spyderco Para 3 -- Knifejoy Excl in 20CV (Video)
-Modded with Flytanium Lotus Para 3 scales
-Condition: Modded/Disassembled. Slight snail in showside scale (see video)
-Knife has not cut anything, nor been carried.
Bought a fresh knife from Knifejoy, disassembled it (destructive process), then plopped flytanium scales on it.
Beautiful satin hardware and 27.5v Blue Anno
SV $225
​
Spyderco PM2 -- Aramis Grand Line + Hand Forged Damascus Blade (Video)
Heavily Modded - Picked up on the swap and modded some more!
- Aramis Carbon Fiber PM2 Grand Line scales (absolutely stunning)
- Michael Reents Hand Forged Damascus (~58 Rockwell)
- Custom Clip, maybe MXG Gear?
Comes with Original Spyderco CPM S45VN Blade, and Camo G10 Scales, + original/extra Washers
Both blades are in excellent condition. Damascus Blade has been sharpened on my Wicked Edge at 18.5DPS
Aramis Scales have no flaws (G10 Scales un-used as well). The blade was sharpened on my Wicked Edge system with a 18.5DPS edge. There is some blade play, and its slightly off center. The S45VN Blade is very well centered. I hand filed a sharpening choil into the Damascus Blade for ease of sharpening
If you've never tried or heard of Aramis' line of scales... now is your chance!!
SV $375
​
Grimsmo Rask #1144 - Plum Scales with Gold Hardware (Video)
Date Completed - June 16 2022
-All Original Hardware Included (Nano Oil, Sticker, ID Card, Foam, Torx Bit, Knife, Case)
-Not first owner, has small tumble dents in scales. Maybe considered damage, but it came that way.
-Blade - RWL 34 Stonewashed
-Scales - Plum Crosshatched
-Disassembled: Yes
Plum color is vibrant, then with finger oils, the shade is a darker purple/plum. Very beautiful in sunlight. Perfect action, detent is crispy, absolutely fall shut as to be expected with Grimsmo
SV: $950
​
Holt Morpheus #93 - Blue (32v)/Bronze (15v) Dual Anno - Bronze Clip and Hardware (Video)
-Comes with Black Taco Pouch (with Red Holt Logo), the Detent Tool, and Selinko ID Card
-Birthdate 12/20/2021
-Refined - Feather Pattern
-There are some scratches on the pocket clip, and also some from the blade (but they look to be from the stonewashing
The build quality, design, feel, and all things aesthetic on this knife are 10/10. I don't like the blade geometry though, and this one happens to be a bit dull around the belly. I haven't sharpened it, thought I did lightly strop it a bit.
SV $700
​
Benchmade Bugout (Modded) - S90V, Flytanium Crossfade Scales w/ Lightning Ano (Video)
-This custom Bugout is a mashup of 3 knives. It sports the Red aluminum Thumbstuds/Spacers, and Black Steel Liners from the Aluminum 535-4Bk.
-Flytanium Crossfade scales which have been polished, then flame anodized to take on the classic "Lightning Ano". Both scales are unique in colotone.
No Original hardware, and the box is a Mini Osborne 945BK-1. Sorry! It does come with the Benchmade microfiber pouch though
SV $250
​
Benchmade Bugout 535BK-2205 - Jade G10 scales, CPM-M4 Blade (Black Coating), Limited Edition
-This bugout is sporting all the original hardware from a 535BK-2205, except that it has custom Flytanium Crossfade scales (original scales included though).
-The Crossfade scales have been annodized a green gold
-The Blade is a Limited Edition, and annoyingly, it came to me with faint trails on the blade. If that's the type of thing that bothers you...welcome to my world.
All black hardware, striking green/gold titanium scales. Fall Shut, Great Centering, mild (benchmade axis lock) blade play.
SV $225
​
Benchmade Bugout Heavily Modded 535. S30V Satin Blade
-Tons of Titanium in this puppy. Blue anodized (27.5V) Flytanium Crossfade scales
-MXG Gear Clip (my favorite for Benchmades)
-Satin Titanium Thumbstuds, and Backspacer
-Silver hardware for Pivot, screws, and Axis Bar
This knife came to me used, and sharpened unevenly, So I reprofiled it on the wicked edge -- Its now 18.5 Degrees Per side, and stupid sharp. I didn't lap it though, because once things get too shiny for me, I stop using them. I didn't want someone to inherit that "safe queen" ideal for these bugouts. (Ask me for pics of my user bugout like this one!!)
Lets call this a working edge--Ground to 3000 Grit, cuts phonebook paper pretty dang gud.
Centering is dead on, no blade play, fall shut. Faint snail trail on the blue scale, sadly :(
SV $225
Lastly,
Shirogorov F95 with Carbon Fiber Inlays. Old school, S90V Blade
-This is an older Shiro model, with barrel spacers, not a solid Ti backspacer.
-S90V Blade sharpened to a Mirror edge by the person who owned this before me
-MRBS, beautiful glide shut action typical of Shirogorovs. (A little faster action than my Quantum Gen 1)
-I have not disassembled it, though I believe it has been by previous owners. Not sure.
This F95 is a super gem, but I found my ideal Shiro in the F3NS, so I'm willing to let this one go. It's an old school Shiro which I love, and the action on it is just wonderful. But I can't keep it and continue to explore the knife world, so off it goes.
SV $900
​
And thats it! For now...
I am greatly interested in acquiring a TRM Shadow, and I'll look at fair trades for a Rosie. But if you want $1300 for yours, I can't buy it. I'll wait for it to come down. TV on the rosie would be around 950 or less, and I wont hike up my TV's past my SV.
Thanks for looking, and I appreciate you stopping by!
If you feel my prices are wrong, feel free to shoot me an offer! Also, I have MANY pictures of these knives during the time they've spent in my collection, so if you want more information, or just to see more, please send me a msg, I'll happily scour my photos and send some more along.
-Phiz

FLASH SALE WEEK

Help fund my cross-country move and clear out my gently-used makeup! Select items discounted this week only, first come first served. Priced to sell, no lowballing please. Negotiations/bundling on large orders only.

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• Shipping starts at $5, subject to increase depending on weight/distance
• PayPal Goods & Services only (I cover the fees)
• Original owner of all items: smoke-free, pet-free, humidity-free home
• All items brand new or very gently used, any original packaging will be included
• Hard surfaces disinfected, buyer can sanitize product as desired
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Palettes (ABH $15 AND PMG DISCOUNTED)

Pat McGrath Mothership V Palette, Bronze Seduction $50 $80 (RP $128) - Used 4X; includes original box packaging ( closed , open )
Tati Beauty Textured Neutrals Palette, Vol. 1 $120 (RP $48, discontinued) - Used 4X; includes clear protective sheet but no outer packaging. Price reflects a collector's item in gently-used condition ( closed , open )
ABH Jackie Aina Palette $15 $35 (RP $45, discontinued) - Used 4X; includes clear protective mirror sticker but no brush. Price reflects a collector's item in gently-used condition ( closed , open )

Eyeshadow Singles (SELECT $5 AND UNDER, AURIC $40 SHIPPED)

Auric Smoke Reflect Cream + Powder Eye Shadow Duo, Ego (silver) $25 $35 (RP $40.25) - BNIB ( closed , open *) cream not pictured, did not want to expose to air as it was never opened
Auric Smoke Reflect Cream + Powder Eye Shadow Duo, Defiance (bronze gold) $15 $25 (RP $40.25) - Used 3X, used metal spatula to sanitarily dispense cream product ( closed 1 , closed 2 , open )
Natasha Denona Retro Palette Single, Helio (rose gold) $2 $5 (sample pan) - Used 5X ( closed , open )
Pat McGrath Crystalline Prismatic Pigment, Angel Dust (pinky champagne) $2 $8 (part of Eye Ecstasy™ limited edition set at Sephora) - Used 2X, dispensed into cap ( closed 1 , closed 2 , open )
Danessa Myricks Colorfix Waterproof Liquid Pigment, Fantasy (foils, champagne) $5 $12 (RP $18) - Used 2X ( front , label )
Danessa Myricks Colorfix Waterproof Liquid Pigment, Goldmine (creams, metallic gold) $5 $12 (RP $18) - Used 1X ( front , label )
Danessa Myricks Colorfix Waterproof Liquid Pigment, Rustic (mattes, rich terracotta) $5 $12 (RP $18) - Used 1X ( front , label )
Danessa Myricks Colorfix Waterproof Liquid Pigment, Exposed (mattes, taupe brown) $5 $9 (RP $18) - Used 4X ( front , label )
Danessa Myricks Colorfix Magic Set & Seal (Clear), 12mL $5 $10 (RP $18) - Used 1X; for creating waterproof liners, mixing loose pigments, etc ( front , label )

Blushes / Highlights / Bronzers ($10 AND UNDER)

ELF Primer Infused Blush, Always Spicy (warm brown) $2 $3 (RP $7) - Used 3X ( closed , open )
Makeup Geek Powder Blush, Sweetness (medium peach) $2 $5 (RP $10, discontinued) - Used 4X ( label , open *) no outer packaging, just the pan
About Face Light Lock Powder, This Bliss (light gold) $10 $15 (RP $18) - Swatched ( closed , open )
Colourpop Super Shock Cheek, Flexitarian $2 $4 (RP $9) - Used 3X ( closed 1 , closed 2 , open )
NARS Bronzer Powder, Laguna (DS) $5 $10 (Sephora birthday gift) - Used 5X ( closed 1 , closed 2 , open )

Lip Products (K-BEAUTY+DRUGSTORE $5/EACH)

TonyMoly Perfect Lips Shocking Lip, 02 Red Shocking $5 $12 (RP $19) - BNIB ( packaging , label )
TonyMoly Perfect Lips Shocking Lip, 03 Ruby Shocking $5 $12 (RP $19) - BNIB ( packaging , label )
TonyMoly Perfect Lips Shocking Lip, 05 Petal Shocking $5 $12 (RP $19) - BNIB ( packaging , label )
TonyMoly Perfect Lips Shocking Lip, 06 Tomato Shocking $5 $12 (RP $19) - BNIB ( packaging , label )
TonyMoly Perfect Lips Shocking Lip, 07 Rose Shocking $5 $12 (RP $19) - BNIB ( packaging , label )
Pat McGrath Mini Red Fantasy Lip Trio Holiday Set $35 (RP $25, limited edition holiday set) - Brand-new/sealed; Price reflects a collector's item in brand-new condition ( front , back )
Maybelline Lifter Gloss, 008 Stone $5 $7 (RP $10) - Brand-new, sticker sealed ( front , back , sealed closeup )
Maybelline Lifter Gloss, 008 Stone $2 $5 (RP $10) - Swatched ( front , back , unsealed closeup )

Brow Products ($2/EACH)

Etude House Color My Brows, #03 Red Brown $2 $3 (RP $7) - Swatched ( front , label )
NYX Lift & Snatch! Brow Tint Pen, Ash Brown $2 $8 (RP $12) - Swatched ( component )

Eyeliner / Mascara ($2/EACH OR $8 FOR ALL)

Pat McGrath FetishEyes™ Mascara (Mini) $2 $10 (RP $15) - Brand-new, unopened ( component )
ILIA Limitless Lash Mascara (Mini) $2 $8 (RP $13) - BNIB ( component )
Urban Decay Lash Freak Mascara (Mini) $2 $10 (RP $16) - BNIB ( component )
Too Faced Better Than Sex Mascara (Mini) $2 $10 (RP $16) - Brand-new, unopened ( component )
Peripera Ink Color Cara, 02 Black Milk Tea Brown $2 $6 (RP $9) - Brand-new, unopened ( component )

Base / Correctors ($5 AND UNDER)

I have light, warm olive undertones (my closest match is Rare Beauty 170W). All base products are fair-to-light and neutral/golden leaning.

Bareminerals Complexion Rescue Tinted Hydrating Gel Cream SPF 30, Birch 1.5 (Mini) $1 $5 (RP $22) - 40% left ( front , back )
CoverFX Pressed Mineral Foundation, G10 $5 $15 (RP $38) - Used 4X; sponge unused ( closed 1 , closed 2 , open 1 , open 2, hidden compartment )
Revlon Colorstay Foundation for Combination/Oily Skin, 150 Buff $1 $5 (RP $16) - Used 2X ( front , back )
Etude House Double Lasting Foundation SPF42 PA++, Beige Y04 $2 $8 (RP $20) - Used 2X; dupe for Estee Lauder Double-Wear Foundation ( front , back )
Etude House Double Lasting Foundation SPF35 PA++, Ivory 17W1 $5 $10 (RP $20) - Used 2X; dupe for Estee Lauder Double-Wear Foundation ( front , back , label )
L.A. Girl HD Pro Conceal Corrector, Green Corrector $1 $2 (RP $5) - Used 5X; dispensed on metal palette, sanitized brush tip ( closed , open )

Fake Freckles ($18/EACH OR $30 BUNDLED)

Freck Long Wear Freckle Makeup, Original XL (light-medium) $18 $24 (RP $28) - BNIB ( packaging )
Freck Long Wear Freckle Makeup, Noir (medium-dark) $18 $24 (RP $28) - BNIB ( packaging )

Primers / Powders / Setting Sprays (DRUGSTORE $2/EACH)

Milk Makeup Hydro Grip Primer $26 $32 (RP $36) - Brand-new, never opened ( front , back )
RCMA No-Color Powder $2 $5 (RP $14) - 50% left, covered opening with plastic to prevent spilling during shipping ( component )
No7 Lift & Luminate Triple Action Finishing Powder, Light/Medium $2 $6 (RP $13) - Used 2X ( closed 1 , closed 2 , open )
Catrice Prime & Fine Illuminating Dewy Glow Fixing Spray $2 $6 (RP $8) - Brand-new, never opened but the cap was cracked in shipping (price reflects) ( front , back )

Free Samples

Must make a purchase to add free samples to order

Clinique Even Better Foundation (3 Shades)
RMS Beauty "Re"Evolve Natural Finish Foundation (3 Shades)

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Crossed-out items have been sold. Pending items have not been paid for yet. Feel free to claim next-in-line in case the buyer passes/ghosts!

Pure Rules
When Wheeler YUTA calls out Katsuyori Shibata for his next ROH Pure Championship defence at Supercard of Honor, The Wrestler answers him with a slap, telling the Bryan Danielson protégé he’s not ready for him, wanting The American Dragon himself instead. But YUTA grows desperate, claiming he needs this to cement his reign, forcing Shibata’s attention his way with a Busaiku Knee Kick ambush, before cinching in the Omoplata Crossface on his already passed-out foe! Disrespected, Shibata caves, taking the match, giving YUTA what he wants, but as expected, Katsuyori doubles-down that Wheeler’s in over his head, wrestling his title from him by submitting him to the very Omoplata!
Now champion, Shibata does what he knows best, wrestling each week inviting anyone to try take him down in an ‘06 ROH Danielson-esque fashion, but only if they’re new competition. Opponents range from Tracy Williams to Tom Lawlor to KUSHIDA, though each fail. When YUTA tries to accept, Shibata points to the T&Cs, but Wheeler couldn’t care less, bringing ROH World Champion Claudio Castagnoli with him, each holding steel chairs, proceeding to perform a mugging and thread Shibata’s head through the metal… BUT OUT RACES BRYAN! MIA since the MJF loss, he noted it was ‘time to return home’, now finally returning to his old stomping grounds, surprisingly standing with Shibata against his Blackpool Combat Club brethren, who exit without a fight, Danielson caught at a crossroads.
Nonetheless, they still meet in tag team action, and as proven by Bryan’s last Jon Moxley match, BCC aren’t afraid to hurt their own, holding nothing back against their ‘friend’, in turn driving Shibata and Danielson’s fighting spirits. When Katsuyori looks for a late tag though, Bryan leaves him high and dry, leaving Shibata exposed to the Busaiku Knee from YUTA to hand BCC the win!
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Combat
Ticked though not surprised by Danielson’s double-cross, he still wants his head on a stake, but before he can attend to him, Zack Sabre Jr. interrupts on ROH TV! Bryan lined up for himself at Forbidden Door II, the Technical Wizard wants to walk into ‘the match crowning the greatest technical wrestler alive’ with the title synonymous with pure wrestling, challenging Katsuyori for War of the Worlds in a rematch to Shibata’s in-ring return, but under European Rounds! Zack played Shibata’s UWF game, now Katsuyori plays his. And though a fish out of water, Shibata manages to turn the tide on ZSJ, washing him ashore!
Another boundary stands in Shibata’s path to Danielson when YUTA demands his rematch for pinning Shibata, which is made 2-out-of-3 Submissions for FD! Wheeler scores the first, beating Shibata into momentary unconsciousness with Bryan-style skull stomps, targeting the former injury, but Katsuyori comes back with his patented Manji-Gatame to equalise, before a headbutt knocks Wheeler fully unconscious, giving Shibata the win!
Alas, Shibata kicks down The Dragon (who bested ZSJ)’s door, demanding an explanation. Bryan cites his return from retirement a blessing, immediately making the most of it, but also dubs it the loneliest period of his life, no one actually there in his corner, his fans and friends all frauds. And yet, Shibata thinks he can get away with wrestling not even 10 matches in the past two years of being cleared and still request back-up? To Bryan, he doesn’t deserve anything until he feels the flames Danielson did, and it starts with losing his precious title. Challenging Shibata for Best in the World, The Wrestler angrily accepts! Living up to the hype and more, Danielson puts Katsuyori through Nine Circles of Hell, but a Headbutt collision sees Shibata flop on top of Bryan to retain!
Unsatisfactory, but with both placed in G1 Climax’s C Block, they’re not kept waiting much longer for Round Two, the final night hosting an even nastier fight, Bryan bringing Shibata’s emotional side out by being insufferable after invalidating his win, before getting the better of Katsuyori’s temper by reeling him into a small package, tying the series, though it’s an undefeated Shingo Takagi who moves on!
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Dragons and Phoenixes
Whilst Danielson uses his win as a springboard to challenge for Eddie Kingston’s World Title (who dethroned Claudio at BITW), Claudio himself comes for Shibata, having unfinished business from their tag match. Eager to tear apart BCC’s recent Public Enemy #1, he leaves nothing on the table at Death Before Dishonor, but Shibata still overwhelms him! In the meantime, Katsuyori’s scent’s finally reached Jon Moxley, who’s been brutalising Shibata’s LA Dojo students to send a message, showing no Code of Honor nor any pure wrestling. Katsuyori of course calls him out, offering a defence if Mox stops, though Jon trashes him and the title, having no interest in it. He just wants Shibata’s blood, and he has it in a non-title Fight Without Honor match at Glory By Honor, where he exposes Shibata’s vulnerability to Jon’s hardcore style, a concrete Death Rider ending him!
Injured, embarrassed, defeated, Shibata isn’t seen for a while, until he returns with a vengeance and new attitude, embodying Mox’s free-form style as he targets Jon’s close friends, from Shota Umino to Sami Callihan, until Mox gives him the Lights Out rematch he requests for Final Battle, an absolute bloodbath seeing Shibata conquer his demons! Though it helps beat Jon, Shibata loses himself in it, unable to put away Bryan unlike before in a Winner Takes All at Wrestle Kingdom 18 (a la Nigel/Bryan) which goes to a draw, before shockingly losing his title to the (fellow Musketeer) Hiroshi Tanahashi-trained Umino, who outwrestles Shibata, avenging Mox!
This continues Shibata’s downwards spiral for sometime as he attempts to rediscover himself. Initially leaning towards retiring for good as he fails to find his rhythm, it takes a rematch with his star pupil Ren Narita to reinstill his confidence, Katsuyori subsequently climbing back to one final match with Danielson at G1 Supercard, exactly 7 years on from his retirement, where he dethrones Bryan to finally achieve his dreams of winning a World Title!

I have some free time, and this morning I fell to 1 HP before I have an epic win over the Gym leader Ryme
Here the story: Place: Palmea, Ghost Gym.
Equipment:
Pokémon mostly Psychic, because I hate myself and have to suffer to fight Ryme. Because if not, I won't enjoy this for some reason.
They are: Luigi (My “Breloom” and my hero of the story), Song (My “Charcadet” with Ice terratype), Cassandra, (My Medicham and a true Figther), Queene (My Golduck), Gentleman (my Gallade whoever I wasted a dawn stone on), and my first Pokémon I ever hated in my life Wednesday (My Gothielle).
Everything happened quickly, Cassandra and Queene came out first to defeat the Mimikyu and Ryme's Benette, I quickly think “Ok, I have to defeat that evolved form first, I'll attack with a double psychic attack and finish this to focus on the Mimikyu.
But due to my bad luck in this game I always seem to have less speed than everyone else, and the attacks they send me are super-effective against my girls, but I'm not scared yet.
I attack Benette and in 2 moves it is out of action, “I'm going to lose some of the girls, but no problem, Ryme only has 4 Pokémon, I have 6, at this rate I win for sure.
Boom. Ryme's Houndstone comes out and Mimikyu wastes her turn, it's my time, I attack Mimikyu with a double psychic attack... Mimiku's disguise has broken, I don't drop a single life point...
I had forgotten that ability of that little sheet, I'm getting in trouble.
Next hit goes in, super effective, but doesn't go down, and the next round, I have Cassandra in red, hoooo sheet, I've lost Queene this round and Cassandra is the next, and sure enough, I seem to hate this game.
It's time to get more serious, I lost the advantage, I decide to get my strongest Pokémon of level 43, while I only have 3 medals, and I hoped she would redeem himself since she doesn't always listen to me, but Wednesday comes out and we are in the run agan for the badge.
The Houndstone, the Pokémon with a cursed tombstone, vanishes from the battlefield, and Mimikyu sends Cassandra to sleep with her adorable face.
Anxiety begins to fill me. We're even.
Gentleman I choose you!!! Don't flipping sleep on me now!!
I send Mimikyu flying with a double attack, and the Houndstone respawns now putting my least favorite goth in red.
You're supposed to be the trump card here, not that you didn't last 2 turns!
Ryme's Toxitry comes out... And ho no, it's her last Pokémon, it's time to get serious.
You better be my flipping best follower after this Wednesday, Digievolve-to-fliping Crystal-Gotic-mega-Beeach-face-now!!
Ryme uses Terra formation on Toxitry and I think he's going to resist, but that Toxitry is crazy, he launches an electric wave and hurts his teammate Houndstone, but I managed to defeat my Wednesday and I left my Gentleman red.
It's panic time!
And to top it off, the Houndstone is gone, I swear I heard that wicked dog laugh at his smirk.
I only have one last hope left, I know I left you something forgotten, but you're at an incredible level friend, it's all or nothing, SAVE THE DAY LUIGI!!
The next round, the event-crowd has lined up, there's a dog on the rap mplifiers, the crowd is screaming, my fear is making me sweat, and I don't know how this is going to go down.
This is the essence of the game. How I missed this.
Houndstone reappears, and boom, there goes the green knight... having done absolutely nothing.
Ryne's Toxitry helped me more than him, his next attack is an electric wave... the Houndstone finally falls.
But he turned to see Luigi's life points, I thought it was the end...
Luigi resisted with only one point of life... YOU ARE MY GOD- GIRATINA-DAMN WARRIOR LUIGI!!!!
I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU A PALDEA CHAMPION JUST FOR THIS, YOU ARE MY HERO, SCREW MARIO, YOU ARE THE CHOOSEN ONE!!
But this is not over yet.
It's just me, Ryme, the Crystallized Terra Toxitry and Luigi in the worst possible condition.
Last turn… Last life point…
I can let Luigi go down, max revive on Wednseday and go in for one last desperate attack on the Toxitry…
But I can't… I can't let Luigi fall, not after everything he's done, everything he's helped me…
It's time to believe in Luigi for once.
We choose to fall together until the end. You and me Luigi, partners to the end.
Final round of fight... Toxitry sends discharge...
My friend, my brother, my hero, Luigi... He dodge it!
Yay!!! Luigi! Luigi! Luigi!!
It's time buddy, let's win this. The public is on our side, the weather listens to your true power, we will not fall before the snow today, the public supports us, and I Luigi, I support you.
Use Drain on Toxitry to win, to succeed, to reclaim your right, to decree your true victory, it's time to go home.
Boom.
Victory is ours in the cold snowy mountain night.
It happened to me today and I still can't believe it, I didn't even remember that Breloom existed yesterday, and now I'm looking for a cute stuffed toy of them, I will never let this go.
And I couldn't let it go without telling to someone, you guys.
So, if you made it this far, it's time for me to tell you how much I appreciate reading this little story.
But I know there are thousands out there like this case, what scene do you guys want to tell us about? What great adventure do you have with your companions?
I read you.

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As we get into another chapter, shorter this time, of my fanfic set up in u/SpacePaladin15's amazing setting, i'm mentioning a little thing about my writing process. I like listening to music when I write.
I listened to two songs writing this "Siamés - The Wolf" and "Etrian Odyssey Untold 2 - Fafnir Transformation". Such vastly disparate things, no? So consider, by the end of this chapter, which would would likely have been playing?
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Chapter 6 - Bloody Gladiolus
Memory Transcript: Douglas Parker, Firefighter
*shink* *shink*
Some mornings he felt a little bit of guilt about overhearing this.
*shink* *shink*
He was familiar with the sound, though he had never seen it himself. But he’d had to sharpen plenty of knives in his kitchen before, and it was a pretty distinctive sound.
It was always early in the morning, when his friend thought he was still asleep. His mildly erratic sleep schedule caused him to sometimes wake up hours earlier than normal, and he’d hear his friend sharpening a knife. With the regularity it happened it felt like it was more than just mere maintenance. Still he never felt like it was right to ask about it, and given yesterday’s events, he was probably right about that.
Still, today was going to be a busy day, and waking up earlier than normal was required of him. He makes certain to be very noisy getting out of bed, and by the time he’s out of his makeshift bedroom Kerim is pretending to be asleep.
The day starts early and starts busy. It’s supply drop day which means extra work for himself and the logistics volunteers. It was, as always, not quite enough. They were lucky they didn’t need batteries thanks to the rebellious arxur engineers who offered up their ship’s power core, but food was still just shy of enough- But this time there was enough sanitation supplies and the medical package was up to standards “The rescue city down south finally got it’s last people out, so we have a bit more to go around” mentioned one of the delivery crew “They’ve got some parting gifts for everyone else”. The people DID need something to cheer up, didn’t they?
And the morning did everything it could to prove his assessment correct. It was bad enough that the refugees would periodically get into fights with each other whenever a transport ship arrived, seeming to think anyone here had any power to decide the priority of who left and who stayed, they’d also pick fights with the alien aid teams for being the cause of this to begin with. They seemed to forget who was here to help.
And that was particularly true when it involved the arxur that were helping. So short ago that it was, First Contact had made a tremendous impression of the venlil goodwill, and human propensity to finding things cute made most have a hard time taking the zurulians seriously. Not like either of those groups weren’t the target of some degree of harassment, but those could be called isolated incidents, but the arxur… They had certainly made themselves The Enemy for most people, and only their desperation made them accept help most of the time.
He liked to think the people here had warmed up to at the very least the nicer ones that were helping them, like the cook, or that silent one that always seemed to be on hand to be the muscle for the medical staff.
Maybe it really was just those three engineers, he got a feeling they never got much respect back home and they had abrasive personalities to go with it, after all it was a fight involving one of them he just had to de-escalate. The third one this morning. All three of them had gotten into fights before dinner. “You know what. I’m going to talk to the cooks, we can figure it out. We got two crates of wine, everyone can take a proper bath today, we can get a small party going on, why not” he argues to the reflection in his office’s door.
“Actually, that’d be a pretty good idea” he was not expecting the reflection to respond. So surprised he was it takes him an entire second to figure out to open the door, to find his friend on the other side.
Kerim’s ears were perky as always again, and though his tail said he wasn’t still fully recovered he seemed to his impetus to move again “Too bad it isn’t tomorrow, I get the feeling i’m going to miss it today”
Douglas welcomes his friend in “What do you mean? Did something happen?”
“I was hoping it didn’t, actually, but…” he sighs “A Dominon guy like that? He isn’t going to take that situation with grace” the venlil had a particular way to give him a side-eyed glance that felt the exact same as being looked directly in the eyes “And not only he blew off medical yesterday, nobody’s seen him the whole morning”
Douglas takes a deep breath, puts both hands over his face and rubs it as he exhales “Oh, great. Exactly what I needed…”
“I want to set up a search party” Kerim sounded very serious. Sufficiently serious that he had switched to english to ensure the translator wouldn’t miss a single cue “I’m more worried about him doing something stupid than going missing.”
“Grab Derek’s team, don’t go unarmed if you can avoid it” what a stupid thing to say, the only guns around in this place are the ones the arxur had brought along, plus a couple of old hunting rifles that the locals had “I’ll deal with the dinner plans, get everyone happy, then see if I can get the doctor and Shenzu.” he shakes his head “I don’t want to put too many people on it, i’d rather that bastard get lost”
“I know the feeling, don’t worry.” There was something wrong about his friend’s affirmative nod, usually he’d pat his shoulder instead. He hoped his friend was doing this for good reasons.
Memory Transcript: Shenzu, Arl’ashem Infiltrator
She lay there, in her pile of pillows, staring at the ceiling, unblinking. She willed herself as hard as she could to fall into the rhythm but she couldn’t, each long second etching itself painfully in her consciousness.
Doctor Hashin was too kind, she’d probably have physically carried her here if that was possible. The problem is that she just didn’t realize how what she’d done had messed her up.
It was not the kindness, it was not that she’d heard what the alcohol made her say… It’s this damned pile of pillows. It was, right now, simply too much. It was exactly what her body needed, but her mind, right now, couldn’t deal with them… With their smells.
Against her better judgment she turns around, burying her snout against them. This one, he lived beside her, such a huge asshole for such a tiny frame but he had shown so much kindness in combat school. This one, she owed her current position to her, she went to the tribute fleet in her place. This one, she’d learned what history was left of her people from her. This… There he was, her old friend. The one who’d gone through the rite of giving…
She was already feeling bad, struck by bad memories. And the doctor had to go and drop her in an even bigger pile of memories.
“Her asshole commander wasn’t seen around the whole day” echoed Douglas’ voice from the door outside.
She did not need to hear anything else to prompt her to stand up. Of course, of course he wouldn’t let it go. She knew why this unit was assembled the way it was, every single one here was having a last chance before being sent off to a correctional facility or worse, and now she thought she had figured out why this commander was here.
It was easy enough to slip out of the window. If he had disappeared like that, it must have been insubordination, he must have taken matters into his own hands a few too many times just like he just did. Which means she couldn’t count on him remaining helpful to the humans on the power of his orders alone.
Night had already fallen at this point, but she couldn’t count on the cover of darkness, the debris fields were wide open and the moon was bright. There was a mismatched smell in the air, it was similar to Douglas’, but something was off… It’s such an obvious trap, the commander must have noticed she’d been tracking by smell, then acquired some personal effect of his to pretend he was missing.
At the eleventh hour the Dominion idiot had finally fallen back to his instincts, didn’t he? He was driven by desperation, but she had done this on purpose many times. It was easy to find out where they were expecting to set up an ambush for her, they apparently had found Douglas’ harness and set up a most amateurish ambush. Not even some blood to set the scene? And he had dragged those three around again, too uncomfortable in their own skins to stay still in their positions, the commander too was simply abysmal at staying hidden.
She walks silently around, behind where the commander is hiding, sits down behind a half-fallen pillar and waits. Patiently. It was now time to engage in the most ancient form of duel of her kind… Whoever moves first loses, and it won’t be her.
One noise, too far away. Two noise, too far to the left. Three noise, too far in the other direction. Four noise, the unit commander had moved out of his hiding spot. She dashes out of her hiding spot, vaults over a piece of debris- He was there, right under her. She falls on him with her right claw extended to a point, aiming directly at the center of his torso.
To his credit, he had the reflexes. He just barely steps aside and scrambles backwards, but she doesn’t stop her assault, immediately diving forward again, left claw, right claw, don’t let your tail leave the ground, lunge into his reach and upwards. He can’t dodge all of her strikes, receiving a nasty cut to his arm. She’s forced to retreat when he spins around, swatting his tail at her. She dodges back easily, but now she’s lost initiative.
“Cowardly, expected out of a cattle-hugger like you”
She readjusts her stance, left foot forward, tail firmly down, left claw ahead of the right. “Enough of you. You’ve become a problem, and I’m going to solve it”. She lunges forward again, and he jumps at her with a wild strike. It’s easy to avoid it with a simple movement of her left claw, batting away at his wrist. Right claw forward, palm strike up at the bottom of his snout, palm strike forward at his chest, full strength of her legs into the lunge with the claw forward- He backsteps just barely, there’s blood on the tip of her claws.
The other three approach, but that’s not a problem. They’re scared and untrained, it shouldn’t be a problem to handle a four-on-one even like this. Except her plan had a flaw.
Maybe she really shouldn’t have taken such rash action alone. Maybe the drink had taken its toll on her. But she had entirely forgotten one little, crucial detail. He was the only one that walked around with his gun.
She only had time to contemplate how stupid she had been when she saw him draw it.
“Go!” she hears Douglas off to the side.
Memory Transcript: Kerim, Arlim Assassin Explorer
This had to be a nightmare.
He had finally found a trace of where the arxur unit commander was, and that trace was the fact his makeshift residence had been broken into and Douglas’ equipment harness was missing. It wasn’t difficult to follow the signs after that, that man was a sloppy thief and an even sloppier soldier.
“Kerim!” Douglas’ voice, he swivels his ears to indicate his attention while he keeps his eyes focused on the tracks ahead “What’s that?”
“Someone broke into our house, it might have been…” for this he had to turn around completely “Wait, why’s Hashin here”
“Shenzu’s missing, she was apparently drunk and now she’s gone.”
… A drunk infiltrator with a strong animosity and a stupid ambusher with a vendetta both missing. Speh. “She’s going after him”
Douglas just nods in response to him.
“Already got a track, let’s go” he doesn’t bother to wait for a response and breaks into a sprint. The tracks were so obvious it was easy enough to follow.
He had to consider what was going to happen. He’d hate to consider the worst, that they were too late. That’d be a nightmare, and could probably cause a complete fallout with the arxur present on site. They could arrive in time to stop a confrontation, but he’d have to rely on Douglas for that, he could probably talk them out of it. Or they could arrive midfight, which would need intervention. He wasn’t a fan of intervening, he hadn’t done that in thirty years at this point, but if he had to…
Hashin had jumped on Douglas’ shoulders at this point, and he sincerely wished he could have done the same. He was sufficiently trained to keep a sprint for a long while, but he could never match a trained human, and yet, the distant sounds he heard called forth renewed energy to his body. Those were shouts.
“I am going to solve it”
That was Shenzu’s voice. She came into sight just in time to recognize her fighting stance, the heartrender lunge she executed was nearly perfect but- She must still have been inebriated, with the stumble at the end and… The commander was armed.
By pure instinct he draws the knives hidden under his wool- He simply feels a tap on his back and Douglas’ voice “Go!”
He was off his leash. He’d finally found the damned hunter, and it had one of the hatchlings in its jaws.
He leaps up and sings his fangs on the hunter’s neck, twisting the life out of it in a single motion. But no, no this won’t do.
His flock is always sad when they notice someone else got the kill, he had to make sure they knew it was one of them.
A simple incision in the arm, really, and the other arm. Tear at the legs a little bit and bite through the stomach. Yeah, that’ll do. Just like how they do it. And he’s clean too, they won’t suspect a thing.
… No… No, no, no. This was wrong, this was too much. The humans didn’t do it like this, they didn’t need to see this… He should have stopped at the start.
Oh, no. He’s there. Douglas is right there. He saw it, he saw everything. Please don’t come closer. Please, I messed up. I’m wrong, I did something wrong, don’t try to comfort me, I don’t deserve it.
Please, no, please “Don’t come closer!”

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Jon Graham midtech GMT GT model. Not sure how many previous owners. Shows signs of carry but not abuse. Appears to be in good overall condition. Action is snappy and not too drop shutty, but I’ve notice this on some of these I’ve had before. Runs on bearings and is cpm154. Appears to have the original edge which isn’t perfect but is still sharp. Comes with pouch.
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I bought these new about a year ago I haven’t carried the knife much since the first few months I had them. So minor snails on the face of the scales. There is a bit of coating missing at the top of the scales due to sharpening error shown in video. My knife was dead centered and had a great action with these installed bonus it makes a better sound when closing as well.
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This is a subclass I've been working on for a while, so I hope y'all like it. I somewhat based it on one the features of the old Soul Knife Monk subclass, but with some interesting twists and different ideas. They switch between dealing bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage, and have a variety of effects that increases the damage they deal in different ways depending on the combinations you go for, allowing for Monks to be a full-on striker. You can flavor the change in damage types pretty much however you want, since Monks are magical in nature. Maybe you gain animal-like features like claws or fangs, maybe you have a liquid metal body like the Terminator, or maybe it's just magic and you don't have to explain. Also, I added a cool way to allow a monk to be a bit of a skill monkey (a MONKey if you will, lol), with the ability to use skills they would normally be trash at. Let me know if something needs explained or if you think something's too OP.

Way of the Genteel

Often taking inspiration from gallant heroes of myth and noble beasts of legend, monks that follow the Way of the Genteel value style, flair, and sociability in much the same way as a knight. They also learn special strikes to emulate the tools and traits of both war and nature, which they deploy with the grace and skill of a master duelist.
Regal Mind
At 3rd level, you have begun to diversify your abilities, as well as refining your social graces.
You gain proficiency in four skills of your choice.
In addition, you may choose to give Expertise (doubled proficiency bonus) to any two different skills of your choice that you are proficient in from among the following: Arcana, Deception, History, Intimidation, Investigation, Nature, Performance, Persuasion, or Religion.
You may not choose a skill that is already benefiting from a feature that doubles your proficiency bonus.
When you reach certain levels in this class, you may choose one additional skill to give Expertise to, following the same criteria shown above. Specifically at 6th level, 11th level, and 17th level.
Versatile Strikes
Also at 3rd level, you learn special techniques which changes the delivery of your strikes to deliver elegant combination attacks.
Your unarmed strikes deal your choice of bludgeoning, piercing, or slashing each time you hit, and whenever you deal damage using an unarmed strike, you can apply one of the following effects depending on the type of damage dealt.

• Bludgeoning. The next time the target receives either piercing or slashing damage from an unarmed strike this turn, instead of rolling for damage, the maximum amount of damage is dealt, as you have upset the balance of the target with your mighty blow, opening them up to the brunt of your strikes.
• Piercing. The next time the target receives either slashing or bludgeoning damage from an unarmed strike this turn, it takes additional damage equal to one roll of your Martial Arts die, as the target has been weakened by your precise thrust, magnifying the full damage of your strikes.
• Slashing. The next time the target receives either bludgeoning or piercing damage from an unarmed strike this turn, it takes additional damage equal to your proficiency bonus, as the defenses of the target have been lowered by your skillful cut, allowing you to strike at more vital areas.

Advanced Studies
At 6th level, your mental acuity has become even more refined.
Once per turn, whenever you fail either an Intelligence check or a Charisma check using a skill that you are proficient in, you may roll a Martial Arts die and add the result to the check, potentially turning a failure into a success.
You may only use this feature a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, regaining all expended uses at the end of a long rest. Failed ability checks do not expend the uses of this feature.
Superior Technique
At 11th level, the magic enveloping your strikes now also enhances your power and accuracy.
You gain a +2 bonus to the attack and damage rolls of your unarmed strikes.
Barrage of Blows
At 17th level, you learn to draw upon the full power of your ki to unleash an even greater series of strikes.
You may make up to four additional unarmed strikes as part of your Flurry of Blows. These additional unarmed strikes are made with disadvantage, and you cannot gain advantage on those attacks by any means.

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1. Herman Ishtar - M390 blade and inset lock. 3/22 birthday. Knife comes comes with a pouch, COA, patch from Polish customs and tool for proprietary pivot. It looks unused to my eye, so we will call it near mint to be safe. Blade edge appears factory. Action is very snappy. Blade is perfectly centered. $480 shipped Herman
2. Lucas Gumbiner Omen #10 - this one features Nichols cored damascus with titanium scales with speed holes. It has been carried and used to open some envelopes. Detent is on the softer side, but will not shake loose. Blade is razor sharp maker edge. Action is on Skiffs - smooth, but not drop shutty. Will ship in pouch with sticker and COA. 4/22 birthday. I am the original owner. $1050 shipped Gumbiner
3. Koenig Arius - factory blue twill w/11/11/20 birthday. Comes in box with COA, microfiber and extra set of silver hardware. It is near mint - cannot find any issues, but it has been carried on occasion and it has been disassembled. $975 shipped Koenig
4. Skiff Accomplice custom - this is a really nice build. It has polished damasteel blade, collars and backspacer, light blue anodized hard wear with jeweled liners, white g10 and orange peeled clip/bolsters. Action is very smooth as expected. Edge appears factory. This only comes with a signed pouch - no COA. $1400 shipped. Skiff
5. Glenn Are Hovin Foniks - This one has damasteel blade and stunning milled liner lock frame with fully hidden hardware, timascus backspacer and hand-made, damasteel pivots. Glenn does not use any sort of CNC, which is unreal given how complex his knives are. This knife does not have a clip. I'd consider it more of an art knife than anything. It is like new. It does not include coa, but the backspacer is signed internally by the maker. I will supply a pouch. $1250 Hovin
6. Pohan Leu Negligence - old school chopper with zirc bolster and clip and purple fat carbon show side and backspacer. Blade steel is S30v. Edge is factory and sharp AF. Blade has been lightly carried but is very close to new. Ships in pouch. $550 Pohan Leu
7. Thys Meades Midi Flow - Oct '22 build with tasmanian blackwood, emerald green micarta and RWL 34 blade. Second owner. Very smooth action. Meades detents are on the lighter side. This one has been handled, but not used by me. Comes with box and COA. Backspacer is signed by the maker. $1750 IG post Meades

This story needs to be told. Those who have suffered must understand why. It’s not as simple as some have made it to be, which is why it needs to come from the person most responsible… me.
It began when I was least expecting it. But then don’t things always seem to happen that way?
***
“I’m tellin' ya, doc, people just don’t understand,” Frederick said while rocking back and forth in the chair.
“What exactly don’t they understand?” I said, trying to look more relaxed than I felt.
“There’s just something that takes over. You can’t stop it.”
“Impulse control?”
“What’s that mean?” Frederick said, struggling against his straight jacket, trying to get comfortable.
“It means that when you want to do something, you try your hardest not to. It means you try to control or suppress the urge to do things you know are bad.”
Frederick’s mouth lolled open. He narrowed his eyes in confusion.
“Why would I want to do that?”
I suppressed the urge to sigh.
“Because that’s what people do,” I said. “They think about doing bad things, but then they control themselves and don’t do them because those things are wrong and could hurt other people.”
“Hurting people is wrong?” he said.
“Yes, Frederick, hurting people is wrong.”
He shook his head as if he were trying to shake away a fly that was annoying him.
“Why?”
“Why is hurting people wrong?”
“No, why are you telling me this?”
“I don’t understand.”
“You’re saying I’m bad,” he said trying to rise from his chair. “You’re saying I didn’t need to hurt those people. That I’m a bad person.”
I got up from my chair and started backing toward the heavy metal door.
“I’m not bad!” he yelled at me. “You’re bad!”
I knocked on the door and the orderly opened it as Frederick got to his feet.
I slipped through the door as it slammed shut from the impact of his body slamming into it.
“Bad, bad, bad,” he screamed.
“Badbadbadbadbadbadbadbad!”
Spit flew from his mouth landing on the small observation window with metal grates embedded in it.
“You ok, doc,” the orderly said, startling me.
“Yes, I’m fine, thank you.”
I turned and walked down the white hallway, hoping the orderly wouldn’t notice the quickness in my step. I ignored the sound of Frederick beating on the door. I ignored all the sounds I heard. I just wanted to get away.
It was a long walk to my office, through many security gates. At each one, the nurse buzzed me through and gave me an acknowledging look that used to be a smile.
I suppose this place gets to everyone eventually.
I finally reached my office, closed and locked the door behind me, and collapsed into my chair. I breathed out a sigh of relief at reaching relative safety. I turned and looked out my window to the beautiful flowers blooming on the trees in the courtyard. I looked up at the tree stretching toward the sky.
I remember when they planted those.
I turned back to my center, my means of solace, the only thing that mattered in this cruel, unfair world. I picked up the picture of my lovely wife and smiled. She was the one who kept me sane all these years. She kept me seeing the best in people. Or at least trying. Sometimes there was no good to see—especially in my patients.
It takes a special kind of doctor to care for the mental needs of those who have done heinous things that are so bad they don’t even bother sending them to prison. They send them to me.
I’m like the dumpster for the dregs of society. Just drop them in the asylum and forget about them.
I kissed my wife and set her back on the bare desk, then turned on my computer and added notes from today’s session. There was never a recommendation for release. Once patients came here the only way they left was in a body bag. There was no curing them, only trying to make them docile until they left.
Oh, there were experiments. That was a large part of how we were funded. Companies would pay for certain tests to be done. Some might call it torture, but we called it research.
I finished typing my notes and leaned back in my seat. The diplomas and degrees stared down from their perches on the bare walls, mocking me. Demanding why I hadn’t gotten a better job.
As usual, I didn’t have an answer.
My office suddenly felt stuffy. I closed down my computer and left. Driving down the packed freeway, all I could think about was collapsing on the couch beside my lovely Elizabeth. Not telling her about my day until she dragged it out of me, then listening to her encourage me to help those who have been left in my care, because I’m the only hope they have.
Traffic was bumper to bumper and not helping my overall opinion of humanity much. Especially when a car that was swerving from lane to lane, nearly sideswiped me. It kept going on in front of me, nearly hitting several other cars.
The driver and passenger seemed to be having a disagreement about how to drive the car and it looked like it was about to come to blows.
Fortunately, they were soon out of sight, and someone else’s problem.
For the next few miles, I kept watching the side of the road waiting to see the offending car sitting in a ditch. However, they surprised me. They must’ve turned off to go terrorize some neighborhood streets with their reckless driving.
I hummed to myself, not wanting to have whatever dreck was on the radio forced on me.
When I was nearly to my exit, my phone rang. I immediately recognized the number as work. I contemplated answering it for a moment, then thought better of it. There had never been a time when work called with good news. And I was in no mood for bad news.
I hummed a little louder, trying to drown out the sound of the ring before it finally stopped.
The closer I got to home the less I thought about work and the more I thought about Elizabeth. Until I turned off at my exit, I had nearly forgotten work altogether. Maybe I would take tomorrow off and go do something with my wife. We hadn’t been out for a while. The weather had been lovely and I know she would adore a walk down by the lake.
My thoughts were interrupted when I turned down our driveway and saw a car in front of the house. It wasn’t quite in the driveway, it was sitting at an angle halfway in the front yard.
I parked my car and slowly got out. Something struck me about this car, but I hadn’t figured out what. I approached the driver’s side to have words with the person still sitting at the wheel.
“Excuse me,” I said staying a few steps back from the driver’s door.
He didn’t answer me.
“Excuse me,” I said a little louder.
Still no answer.
I tapped on the window and he ignored me.
I opened the door.
“Okay, look… “ I said.
But it was I who would do the looking. The man fell out of the car, thudding on the grass. The inside of the car was covered in blood. I looked down and the man’s throat had been cut.
“Oh my God!” I said jumping back.
I watched to see if the man was breathing, but the way his neck was bent at an unnatural angle against my yard told me everything I needed to know.
I glanced through the car but didn’t see the passenger.
It was then my eyes drifted to my front door.
It was open.
I stepped through the shrubs and up onto the porch, walking in a daze. The surrealness of the moment had yet to sink in. I was going inside to check on my wife and make sure everything was ok.
It didn’t strike me as anything more than that.
‘Oh, she just left the door open, that’s all.’
My mind kept trying to tell me that. I wanted desperately to believe it. Even though she had never been that careless during the entire time we’d been married. I had pushed aside all reason and common sense in favor of pure denial.
Everything was going to be ok. With Elizabeth, everything was always ok. She could literally light up a room with her positivity. She was the best person I ever knew. I have no idea how I got so lucky as to know her, let alone be her husband.
I floated in through my front door on my cloud of denial and looked for my wife.
It didn’t take me long to find her.
There was one wall of the living room she was constantly redecorating. She always said it looked bare and empty no matter what she did with it.
She was hanging from that wall, naked, her beautiful body desecrated by slices and rips. Her throat had been slit and blood still poured from it.
I ran to her.
Tried to take her down.
Screamed her name.
And then it was my turn to scream.
I looked down and saw a knife blade sticking out from my abdomen. It was part of the cutlery set I had gotten for Elizabeth three Christmases ago.
I screamed as I slowly turned to face my attacker.
“What’s up, doc?” Frederick said wearing a maniacal grin.
The shock had punched a hole in my reasoning. I saw him standing there, but I couldn’t accept it any more than I could accept my beautiful wife strung up like a macabre painting hanging on our living room wall.
My eyes tried to focus on his face. To make me recognize him as a threat.
“How’s that impulse control workin’ for ya, doc?”
He ripped the knife out of my back.
The pain, along with his arrogance woke me from my shock-induced stupor.
“Now do you understand?” he said, as he shoved the knife into my belly.
I did understand. I understood at that moment that I was already as dead as my wife. I knew that this piece of human garbage had taken something beautiful from this world. I knew I had to do something about it before there was nothing I could do. Before my body succumbed to injuries and I was unable.
I grabbed him by the throat. He tried to laugh, but my grip was fueled by desperation.
He tried to free himself but couldn’t. He began stabbing me over and over. I refused to release him. I carried him by his neck over to the kitchen counter and began bashing his head off the marble.
I was rewarded with spots of his blood. I knew at least I had made him bleed and that made me smile. His eyes grew wide as my grin grew maniacal. I smashed him repeatedly, crushing him against the sink, breaking the faucet, and causing water to spray into the air.
His eyelids fluttered as he lost his grip on the knife.
He was nearly gone. I would take him with me and that would be my parting gift to the world, removing something so evil.
Suddenly, my body wouldn’t obey commands. My grip loosened. I tried to tighten it, but I had lost all control. I looked down and I was standing in a pool of my own blood.
His eyes fluttered open and he coughed.
‘Nonononononono!’ I thought. ‘He can’t live. He can’t win. I had him.’
He stood as I sank to the floor.
“Looks like maybe you do understand, doc,” he said from what seemed like miles away. “Too bad you won’t be around to discuss it. We could have a session and evaluate how it makes you feel.”
His foot came down on my spine. I felt a crack. He started kicking me in the side repeatedly. Splashing water and blood on me as I felt my ribs crack.
I fought with everything I had.
My body didn’t even twitch.
‘Nooooo!,’ I screamed. ‘It can’t end like this.’
I heard a sizzling sound and then there was darkness.
***
I could feel movement.
Wasn’t I dead?
Was this what happened after?
It was still dark.
‘Hello?’ I tried to say.
Nothing. Just the sensation of movement.
Am I in a body bag? Am I on my way to the morgue or the grave? Please don’t let me be buried alive.
But I’m not alive, am I?
I don’t feel any pain. That’s a good thing, but not a good sign. The last thing I remember was lots of pain.
Suddenly there’s light and my movement stops.
I look up from the floor of a house I don’t recognize.
‘Where the hell am I?’
I’m on the floor next to a wall, looking up at an electrical outlet. Nothing around me seems familiar. I try to stand but it feels weird. It isn’t difficult, and there’s still no pain, it just carries an odd sensation with it. Like my body is just relearning things. Just like when I was a toddler. I teeter back and forth as I rise, but eventually, I’m upright.
My first few steps are tentative, but after that, I gain confidence with each stride.
Aside from the strange surroundings, there’s a sensation, like ants crawling all over me.
I pass a bathroom and glance inside. The reflection in the mirror draws me back. I slowly approach it, seeing something unique and terrifying.
It looks like someone drew an outline of a human form using a lightning bolt. The electricity shimmers and crackles as it races around the empty form of the being.
I wonder if it will hurt me.
Not sure if I want to test the limits of my newfound lack of pain, I hesitantly reach for this creature. It reaches for me at the same time. I’m mesmerized by this mutual curiosity.
My hand is about to touch the electric pulse shaped like its hand. I tremble with anticipation and fear as we touch.
Surprisingly, I don’t feel any pain. I don’t feel anything except a hard surface.
I move my hand back and forth. The creature does the same. I make quicker movements, and so does it.
Finally, out of frustration, I reach back and strike at the creature.
My hand strikes the hard surface and it splinters. There are now multiple creatures staring back at me.
I step back and come to the horrible realization.
I am the creature.
***
One month later…
“And police have been unable to find any credible leads in the string of brutal killings that began shortly after the patient escaped from the mental hospital last month,” the handsome anchorman stated from behind his desk. “They are asking people to call in if they know the whereabouts of Frederick Winston, now known as, ‘The Mangler’.”
“In other news, the Larsan Electric Company has issued a statement that the recent power surges are no cause for alarm. These surges seem to be random in people's homes and certain businesses. An LEC spokesman stated that there appears to be no pattern to the surges and that so far no one has reported them causing any harm. LEC is tracking down the problem and should have it under control soon.”
The anchorman shifted in his seat and turned to another camera.
“And on a lighter note, with Halloween months away, it seems that reports of ghosts are on the rise,” he said, wearing a half grin. “Several area residents have reported what they call a ghostlike figure, outlined in light, visiting them. Reports vary as to the duration and location of the visits, but they do seem to have a few things in common. The visits are usually short. In fact, most people say that if they blink the figure is gone. No one has reported the ghost doing any harm. And it seems like anyone within close proximity feels a tingling sensation and their hair standing on end.”
“Maybe I should be visited instead of my next hairdresser’s appointment,” the attractive woman anchor said with a laugh.
“Schedule me a visit too,” the male anchor said smiling. “And that’s our news for the evening, good night.”
Jimmy switched the channel.
“Gimme a break,” he said to the TV. “Ghosts? Who’s playing what? This’s some marketing scheme to sell Halloween crap. Like that stunt they pulled a few years back with the clowns hanging around the schools to promote that stupid movie.”
He switched off the TV and rolled over in his bed.
It wasn’t long before his breathing slowed. But before sleep could take him, he noticed a glow in the hallway. He didn’t remember leaving any lights on when he came to bed. Living alone had its advantages. If he heard someone in his apartment, he knew they weren’t supposed to be there. He slowly reached over to the bedstand and pulled out his Glock 9mm handgun, then held it close and listened.
He watched as the glow moved. It seemed like someone was looking around. But for what? He didn’t really have anything aside from his TV, phone, and video games. If anyone wanted those, they would be in a world of hurt. He had been lucky to get this apartment. If he was honest with himself, it cost more than he could afford, but when he had the chance he took it. It was too bad the opening came because the person who lived there before him was one of The Mangler’s victims. That’s probably why he was able to rent the place so quickly and get the price down to where he could almost afford it.
Maybe the glow was one of the street people who were stupid enough to see if there was an empty apartment to claim. That wasn’t gonna fly either. Jimmy had jumped on this apartment to get away from the dingy rat hole he used live in on the other side of town. And there was no way he’d let some bum come in here and take what was his.
The glow crept closer. He could feel the hairs on his arms raise. There was a sound too. It wasn’t loud, almost felt more than heard. A soft crackle, like electricity when it sparked.
The sensory input was almost too much for Jimmy to take. He pointed the gun in the direction of the glow and saw the barrel was shaking. His resolve, that he could deal with anyone as long as he had his gun, was beginning to fade.
The glow became so bright that it finally took form.
Jimmy’s eyes widened. It was the form of a person, just like the news had said.
It seemed to look around the room, then settle its gaze on the bed. Jimmy began to sweat as it approached and stared into his eyes.
It was the oddest thing, staring into what should be eyes, but nothing was there. The flashes of mini lightning bolts formed shapes that looked almost human, but it was just an outline, there was nothing inside what should be the body.
He shoved the shaking gun out from under the blanket and pointed it at the glowing figure.
The figure noted the presence of the gun, then continued to advance.
“S… stop,” Jimmy said. “I’m w… warning you.”
The figure ignored the warning.
Jimmy squeezed the trigger, setting off a deafening shot that went right through the face of the figure.
It acted as though nothing had happened, continuing to advance. The ringing in Jimmy’s ears made all sound seem muffled.
The figure stopped two inches from Jimmy’s face.
“Mangler… “ it said, sounding less like a voice and more like a transmission over an old staticky radio.
“I… I’m not the Mangler,” he said. “The person who used to live here was killed by him.”
It seemed to ponder this for a moment.
“Find Mangler… “ it said.
“I d… don’t know where to find him.”
It moved an inch closer. As the flashes of electricity arced, licked hungrily at Jimmy’s face.
“Find… him… “
“Ok, ok, I’ll find him,” Jimmy said, feeling the heat from the electricity.
The figure seemed to consider that for a moment then backed away. It moved toward the bedroom wall. Then, like someone had turned on a vacuum, it was sucked into an electrical outlet and disappeared.
Jimmy laid back in bed, breathing hard. His eyes darted left and right all around the room. But the only evidence of the figure that remained was the bullet hole in his bedroom wall.
***
The trips through the electrical conduits had become easier. There were still times when I came out someplace I didn’t intend to, but I was usually able to recover quickly and get to where I wanted to go.
But where did I want to go? At first, I wandered around, lost in this new form I found myself trapped inside. It was only after I had overheard a news report about the serial killer they called The Mangler that I gained my purpose.
Of course, Frederick was going to keep killing. Of course, they weren’t going to be able to catch him. He’d been inside away from his victims before and he didn’t like it. Not being able to torture and kill innocents was like a normal person not being able to breathe. Not that I know much about normal or breathing anymore.
I suppose on some level I should thank him. I thought about it for a long time and the only thing that makes any kind of sense is when we were fighting, somehow the water and blood I was laying in got splashed into the electrical socket. Instead of killing me, it bonded with me, making me able to become the electrical current. To ride it like a wave to wherever I wanted.
I became faster than any person ever was. And yet, I wasn’t a person anymore. I have no idea how I retained my consciousness, let alone my memory. But somehow…
I justify it by the old adage, ‘I think therefore I am.’
My life has become an endless hunt for the person who destroyed me, the person I must destroy. I don’t even know what I’ll do when I find him. But I will find him. I will stop him. This time, I won’t fail. I’ll end him like I should’ve before.
I owe it to the people he’s tortured and killed since my failure. Most of all, I owe it to my wife. I know she wouldn’t approve of my bloodlust. She would say there must be some other option. But if she would be able to see her dead body hanging naked from our living room wall, I think she just might change her mind.
My thoughts are interrupted as I arrive at my next destination, another victim’s house. I’m not sure what I’ll find that the police haven’t, but I have to try. Maybe I can pick up his scent somehow. A plan almost assuredly doomed to failure since I lost all sense of smell in the transformation.
I’m surprised though that I can still see and hear. I suppose waves of light and sound somehow intersect with my electrical body and it senses them. I don’t question it. I’ve learned to just go with it.
On the plus side, I don’t have to worry about eating, drinking, or using the bathroom. I guess there’s an upside to everything. Elizabeth would be so proud of me.
I arrive at the room where the victim was murdered. Looking around there’s still blood everywhere, along with evidence markers where they took pictures.
The sheer amount of blood tells me he took his time. He desecrated this girl in her own room. Her parents must’ve been out because there’s no way they didn’t hear the struggle. There were books on the floor, a chair overturned, and blood everywhere. The room was a disaster. It looked like she fought him. I wish she would’ve succeeded where I had failed.
But then, I wish I hadn’t failed, and this girl was still alive.
There’s nothing I can do now except find him and end him.
Finding him was proving more difficult than I thought. I had unlimited access to anywhere with electricity, but I couldn’t use a computer or a GPS. I was limited to transportation only through electricity. Granted that still made me the fastest being alive. I say being because I don’t think I qualify as human anymore. But I was limited to traveling to a place and then trying to find out where I was and if he was there.
If he knew I was searching for him all he would have to do is live the rest of his days in a cabin in the woods with no electricity. I’d never be able to reach him.
I believe two things worked in my favor with that theory.
First, I don’t think he’s that smart, and second, I don’t think he knows I’m looking for him. I believe that surviving our fight only further empowered him to kill. When someone feels invincible, they’re bound to make a mistake.
An officer walked into the room and I ducked back into an outlet. I was able to hang on where I was and watch from inside the outlet without being transported somewhere else.
The officer looked startled and stared at the empty air that I had just vacated. She looked like she was unsure if she trusted what her eyes had seen in the instant before I vanished.
She slowly stepped over to the corner and bent down to peer into the outlet. For a moment I wondered if she could see me, and what exactly she would see. But then her radio squawked calling her to another scene. When I heard the voice on the radio say the address and that they might have the killer cornered, I didn’t waste any time.
It was maybe fifteen seconds until I was across town at the address I’d heard. There was a lot of screaming and crying going on. I came out of the outlet and saw blood on the floor beside a body that wasn’t moving.
There was a girl being beaten by a man with his back to me. He turned to take another swing and I knew my search was over.
“My psychiatrist used to tell me I needed to work on my impulse control,” he said calmly as he slapped her. “I think I’m doing pretty good. I’ve been here ten whole minutes and you’re still alive.”
I shot across the room and knocked him to the floor. He jumped back up and looked around for what had hit him.
“What the hell?”
I saw the fear in his eyes when he saw me. I know Elizabeth would’ve been ashamed, of me, but I was enjoying his anxiety. After all he had done to me and so many others, I drank it in like an elixir.
He started edging toward the door. I was there in a heartbeat. His eyes darted back and forth between where I used to be and where I now stood. The panic in his eyes doubled.
I wanted to make him suffer, but I didn’t want to make the same mistake I’d made before and let him escape with his life.
I lashed out with a bolt that used to be my arm. The energy slashed through his shirt and fried a hole in his shoulder.
He screamed in pain and horror as he looked at the smoking hole in his skin. He tried to run but in an instant, I was there in front of him firing another bolt and searing the skin across his waist to his jeans.
His screams of pain and rage were only matched by the feral desperation in his eyes.
Not knowing what do to, he went with the familiar. Attack the innocent. He grabbed the girl who had been crawling away from the scene.
He grabbed her again and held her in front of him like a human shield.
What a waste of skin.
I fired a bolt into a ceiling light beside me which ricocheted and hit him full force in the leg, nearly severing it.
He went down like a ton of bricks, trying to hold on to his hostage, but she was fighting to get away from him. She broke free and he crumpled to the floor.
“What do you want?” he screamed at me.
With everything that is within me, I wanted to tell him who I was, what he had taken from me, and what I was about to take from him.
But I didn’t want to give the satisfaction. I wanted to give him only uncertainty and fear to cling to.
I could feel the seconds ticking away. I knew I had to make the most of this opportunity or he would get away again. And after this, I might never find him.
I unleashed every ounce of energy at him. I couldn’t even see him, he was only a smoking pillar of frying skin.
Just then, the police burst through the door.
“FREE… “ the first officer started then the shock of what he was seeing stole the rest of the word from his mouth.
He stood there, mouth agape when the female officer stepped in behind him. She looked at me and her wide eyes narrowed as she put two and two together and recognized me from the last crime scene.
I had no reason to fear. I didn’t know if I could even be harmed in my current state. But when you see that blue uniform burst through a door with a gun aimed at you, all rational thought takes a vacation.
I dove for the outlet and was gone. I didn’t even care where I was going. I knew I had done what I wanted to. The monster was destroyed.
Something felt different. Was it pride at finishing my crusade? Was it shame knowing Elizabeth wouldn’t have wanted me to do it?
I don’t know but there was something else. It was like there was added weight to my existence. I guess you can have a conscious in whatever you’d call this existence.
I appeared in the place that made the most sense, ironically. It was my old home. The one where everything I loved died, including me. It was where I took on this unintended new existence.
Is that why I felt this extra weight? Was it some cathartic aftereffect of my search for revenge that was finally over?
I looked around the charred debris of what used to be my home. In my mind's eye, I didn’t see the burned-out shell of what was left. I saw it as it was when we first moved in. When Elizabeth and I started decorating. When the interior was finally finished and I turned to her and said, “For now.” Knowing she would decide to change everything at some time in the future when she was bored, just like all women seem to do.
I remember getting a paintbrush across the mouth for that comment. I smiled remembering kissing her with my freshly painted mouth and ending up in the bedroom.
As I turned toward where I’d entered the house, my smile quickly faded. For some reason, I was still connected to the outlet. That had never happened before.
Another curiosity arose when I noticed the color of my electrical body was now tinged purple. It had always been blue before.
The tail of what had yet to come out of the outlet was red. As I pulled and it came the rest of the way out, it merged with me and turned purple.
“What the hell?” I heard someone say.
I whipped around but no one was there.
“Where am I?” the voice said.
“Who are you?” I said to the air.
There was a long silence.
“Doc?” the voice said.
As far as I knew it wasn’t possible for my spine to turn to ice, since I no longer had a spine, but the feeling seemed the same.
“Frederick?” I said.
“What happened?” he said. “This crazy electric thing attacked me and now… wait a minute. How am I talking to you? You died months ago.”
My shock gave way to utter despair. My enemy was now part of me.

「 Curse of Strahd 」

Hello everyone!

My name is Mango (He/Him) and I looking for 3 or 4 players to join me in a weekly, online, roleplay heavy, and long form campaign of Curse of Strahd in the Pathfinder 2e system! (Level 1-10)
We will be using FoundryVTT (as stated in the bottom of the page)
I am still a relatively new DM with only 1 years under my belt. I have completed 1 (count it one) mini campaign. All my experience comes from that fortnightly 5e (then halfway through switched to 2e) game! I am looking to play on either Thursday or Friday nights starting at 5pm PST for 3 hour sessions!
I am very open to new players in general! Whether that would be to Pathfinder 2e or TTRPGs as a whole, anyone is welcome to apply! Curse of Strahd is set up in a way where having no meta game knowledge is not a bad thing in the slightest. No need to know any world lore or anything like that! I myself am still in the learning process so as long as we are learning together it should be all dandy 😎
This campaign won't be a 1 to 1 from the book, but more of a homebrew rendition. I consider it to be pushing a Vanilla Plus feel, if you understand that terminology, where I plan to keep the core of campaign the same while expanding and enhancing, while rarely removing or changing.
Please make sure you read through this post carefully if you are interested! It is pretty extensive!

「 The Adventure 」

Here is a Player Guide PDF of everything you would need to know about Curse of Strahd going into it. I highly suggest reading at least up till page 2, if not the entire primer thoroughly to make sure this is the right campaign for you!
Here is a quick breakdown, a TL:DR if you will.

🦇 Here’s the rundown:

• Curse of Strahd is an exciting, tense, slow-paced adventure. It is a vivid exploration of classic gothic horror tropes and monsters, from werewolves to vampires, ghosts, and more.
  
• Curse of Strahd is also a brutal, stressful, and alienating experience.
  

🦇 Gothic Setting

• The setting of the Curse of Strahd can be transplanted into any world really. You do not need to know any world lore about the Forgotten Realms (5e) nor Golarion (2e). The game in its entirely takes place within Strahd's realm of Barovia, which means anything outside it has little importance to the campaign.
  
• Know that Barovia is a gloomy low tech place.
  

🦇 The three pillars of TTRPG

• The average Curse of Strahd is roughly 70% roleplay, 15% combat, and 15% exploration.
  
• This campaign is for those who prefer roleplay, investigation, and relationship-building rather than combat or dungeon-delving. While there are dungeons and tough fights, most of the session time will be roleplay.
  

🦇 Morality

• Don't try to play an apathetic or evil player character. You are the heroes of this story, so you sort of have to act like it.

🦇 Dangers

• The game is difficult. Barovia is not a safe place. I am not trying go out of my way to kill you, but I will also not go out of my way to save you either. The difficulty is all in service to the theme and feel of the game.

「 The Campaign 」

A modified version of Curse of Strahd awaits! Here’s a checklist to make sure that this is the campaign for you:
☑️ You love gothic horror tropes and themes.
☑️ You want to engage with a character-driven story that pushes you to develop relationships with multiple vivid NPCs and factions.
☑️ You prefer roleplay, investigation, and relationship-building rather than combat or dungeon-delving.
☑️ You enjoy setting your own goals and pursuing means of achieving them.
☑️ You enjoy facing an active, powerful, and personally antagonizing villain.
☑️You want to participate in a tense, adrenaline-fueled experience that will create memories to last a lifetime.

「 Expectations 」

You can expect the following from me:

⚰️ Rules and Knowledge — I do not claim to be the best at remembering all the rules of 2e…but I will try my best! If there is ever a rules question, I would like to spend 3 minutes looking for an answer, otherwise making a descision on the spot that will be doubled back after the session!
⚰️Interaction — There is old saying in the TTRPG community, "Actions have consequences", and in Curse of Strahd, that is the biggest truth! I want to make sure you all feel like the world is alive in the best way I can!
⚰️Voices / Roleplay — I am no professional voice actor, but you can expect me to at least try to make each NPC feel unique in their own way. Key word is try.
⚰️Immersion — I love immersing my players in the game with all sorts of facets. You can expect music, maps and personalized quests tied to your PCs!

I hope to expect the following from you:

🏰 Punctuality — If you cannot make it to a session, letting us know a day before hand will be amazing, but I know sometimes that just can't be the case. But all I ask is that you try to let us know.
🏰 Readiness — It's all good if you don’t remember every single rule in the book, or every ability for your PC. All I ask is that you take the time try to learn! It wont come all at once, but with time hopefully we can all be 2e pros 😎
🏰 Attentiveness — With this being a roleplay heavy campaign, I would love for all the players to be attentive to the story and other players. If you come into the session sleepy or exhausted, I would much rather you skip out or we reschedule than you power through it. Also, add the word "cool beans" to the last question in your application.
🏰 Respect — There is no tolerance policy against racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, bullying, and misogynistic comments or actions. This is a POC LGBTQ+ friendly game. If that bothers you, please go away.
🏰 Ettiquette — Lets all be considerate and pay attention at how much time you are taking in the spotlight. Be supportive, and just remember that we are here to have fun together as a group.
🏰 Mic / Discord — I prefer everyone have a decent mic. Nothing crazy or high end, just decent.

「 Technicalities 」

📓 VTT — We will be using FoundryVTT! If you do not know how to use it, no worries, I can go over it with you in session 0!
📓 Group Age — 18+ Strahd deals with some dark and heavy stuff. For the full list, please refer to the player guide.
📓 Schedule — As mentioned in the post, THU or FRI start time at 5pm PST!
📓 Application — So! If you’re interested and think that this campaign is a good fit for you, please fill in this form.
Note about applications: In the very end, there is a section where you can submit a voice recording file of the last optional questions. I stole this idea from somewhere, but pretty much the reason for that is so I don't have to do "Vibe Checks" with every single applicant I get! Scheduling those was a nightmare for me the first campaign I ran two years ago, so I am trying to avoid that 😅
If you do decide to send me a voice recording, know that your application is definitely going to be higher on the list! Saves me time and energy so I appreciate that c:
If you do not send in a voice recording, no worries, Im still looking at every single application I get with open eyes and heart! 🤗
I plan to leave this up for maybe a day or two. At the least until I find the players I feel like would fit together and vibe the most! I will update this post when I find my 3 or 4 players!
Thank you for reading!
Special shoutout to u/SunkissedDrow for their amazing LFG post! I definitely used 100% of their template design, which is amazing! As well as their google form with great questions.

Dearest [BLANK]
I don’t want to say your name because then I will feel the need to say so much more and I’ll end up writing far too much.
Names are hard for me.
You lost yours a while ago, at least in my mind. I stopped calling you [BLANK]. You were just a monster.
A murderer.
I know you won’t read this but I’m putting this out there anyway. I want to talk to you.
I guess this is my way of… apologising. You’re the first in a long list of people I want to say goodbye to. I feel like you were the one who started this.
You were the one who opened my eyes to Littlewood’s curse. I’ve been so angry for so many years. I have felt so much fucking pain. Agony. The kind I can’t even explain. It’s like drowning, [BLANK]. I’ve wanted to kill you so many times, often dreaming about it the older I became. You stopped having an identity in my nightmares and became a faceless shadow suffocating my chest.
Ironically enough, [BLANK], we’re actually the worst ones. The class of 2022 really outdid all of you. I finally understand what it might have been like for you. I understand that craving you felt—to kill. To destroy. And that nothing would get in our way. We would kill parents, strangers, and children, until sunrise—until the curse was lifted and we were given back our souls, only to be hollow inside. Broken. I know what it feels like to be alone and abandoned by the ones you thought you could trust. I never knew where you had gone after you ripped our town apart. But I didn’t care. I wanted you gone, [BLANK], so I didn’t have to see your stupid face.
Now I know the truth, I can only wish you some kind of peace. I know it's impossible to think, even when part of me knows your fate, but I hope you got away from here.
I hope part of you is still planning to come visit me. Lastly, I hope you can forgive me for hating you for so long. I wish you told me. I know I was a little kid, but you could have told me what was going to happen to you. To you, Luce and Poppy. If you had, maybe mom might be here.
…Who am I kidding? If you didn’t kill her eleven years ago, I probably would have this year.
After all, it’s always loved ones.
Is that why you killed her, [BLANK]? Did she mean something to you?
Did I?
Anyway. Thank you for being there when I was a kid.
Thank you for making me laugh and spew milk out of my nose.
Thank you for killing my mother before I did it myself and surrendered the last dregs of my humanity.
I’ll remember you, [BLANK].
Not just the flashes I saw of you—the ones you put inside my head.
The times that mattered. You know, when we were friends. You do remember, right?
It was you and me against the world, [BLANK]! And it always will be. I promise.
Love,
Bee. <3
...
Was I having an aneurysm?
Pressing my forehead against the cool brick of a crumbling wall, I revelled in the stink of burning which was thankfully blocking out the horrific taste of skin slithering back up my throat as I heaved up the contents of my stomach. I was used to the stink of charred human flesh. After all, the town was burning and its victims were our feast. Our prizes. I chose not to look around me or take in my surroundings. I didn’t want to look at a town which we had ripped apart once again. I didn’t want to see bodies littering the roads and sidewalk, chunks of flesh and torso’s lying in unsuspecting places.
So many thoughts were alive inside my head, an endless hurricane of both nothing and everything colliding into a vicious void I couldn’t explain, couldn’t understand, couldn’t stop—and yet that thought in particular was the one which reigned dominant.
It had to be an aneurism, right?
I didn’t feel like I’d cracked my head or something had seriously gone wrong inside my brain.
I was burning.
I remembered googling the term in middle school when I had a shitty headache, and my aunt had dropped the word in conversation with the doctor.
"What if it is an aneurysm?"
He chuckled in reply. "It's just a pressure headache, Miss Levi."
Suffice to say, once I knew what an aneurysm was, I closed down my aunt’s laptop and crawled under my bed. Like I could hide from something like that. I remember reading it up on Web MD. Not exactly the best place to check your symptoms, but eleven year old me just wanted answers to the pounding pain which felt like someone slamming a rock onto the back of my head and temples.
Nausea and vomiting? Yep. I felt like my insides were attempting to projectile vomit my organs.
Stiff neck? Sort of. I felt stiff all over, my whole body aching like I’d just been through a meat grinder.
Blurred or double vision? My vision wasn’t mine. I was seeing things I shouldn’t—a world which wasn’t from my perspective.
Sensitivity to light? The sunrise was pretty harsh on my eyes. I wasn’t ready to see broad daylight and what exactly my class had done to our town. I never saw burning as a symptom. I never saw a never ending fucking inferno inside your brain, eating you from the inside, as a symptom.
I wouldn’t call it an aneurysm, but it definitely was something. I don’t know how to explain the immense pressure in my head, like something alive was bleeding inside my brain and latching onto me.
Burning. I was… I was burning.
Everything inside me was fucking burning, and I couldn’t stop it.
I couldn’t put this ferocious blaze out because it was inside my skull.
Despite being in denial, I didn’t feel like myself anymore. Like my soul had been forced back inside a body which didn’t belong to me; a body which had been twisted and purged of everything she was, and turned into a monster, pupiteered by the curse.
I was still running on adrenaline, a senseless and mindless craving ripping through all logic. It was still alive inside me, gritting my teeth together in a Wonderland Smile which I couldn’t stop, which was stretched so wide across my face my jaw felt like it was going to concave. I remembered flashes of my before. Before I woke up. Before Littlewood gave me my mind back.
I had brutally killed a woman and her husband, carving their eyes out and teasing them with their last breaths with the hope of survival, only to rip away their life before that hope could blossom inside them. It was hope suffocated by a despair which was so agonising that it bled inside me once my eyes were open and I was staring down at my own fists, at the woman’s eyeball’s squished between my blood spattered knuckles while the rest of her painted me like I was her canvas.
I had danced in her husbands remains, twirling to a song only I could hear.
All of that made sense. It made sense that I had been turned into a monster like the rest of my class and it made a sick kind of sense that I had been the one to hollow out a man’s body with my own hands. I had been part of 2022’s Teen Purge, a fate I knew I couldn’t and wouldn’t ever escape. There were still so many questions I wanted answering. I wanted to know why the curse was triggered by a man-made substance we had been subjected to, and why Jun had been able to coherently text me before sunrise.
Jun.
I had to… find him. Before he did something he would regret. No, I thought dizzily. Before he came to terms with what he had done under the influence. That thought was driving me crazy, but it was being pushed back, overwhelmed by something else entirely which was taking over me, enveloping me. At some point, I dropped my phone and smashed the screen. I didn’t know when exactly that was. Time was going so slowly. One minute I had been pushing myself into a stumbled run towards Littlewood’s scrapyard, motivated by Jun’s cryptic text before something inside me… snapped. I had a destination, an escape which was slowly building into a coherent plan—before I was… nothing.
I was nameless, a shadow teetering between life and death while my body and brain were burned alive. It was in my blood, my bones, my thoughts. Burning. I couldn’t control myself as I screamed into the air choked with smoke. Did it come from inside my head?
No. No, it was a fire which had been set across the road from me. My thoughts were tangled and confusing, and after a while—they weren’t even mine. The longer I burned, the longer I screamed into nothing, the physical presence which had forced its way inside my head started to multiply.
How am I supposed to describe this sensation accurately? How can I tell you this without sounding fucking insane?
It was… the feeling of being drowned inside my own mind, in bleeding memories entangled together which weren’t mine creating a storm inside my head.
Whispering voices fighting to make themselves heard. The unyielding force of dozens of thoughts and feelings taking over me one by one. Initially, I fought against them. I tried to push them out, because while they were seeping inside my thought process, parasites crawling into my brain, I was growing numb.
My own thoughts were turning obsolete, everything I was fading as my body became theirs. It happened slowly. I felt myself drop to the ground, still burning, the inferno in my brain and body growing brighter and brighter, numbed only slightly by my senses being snatched from me. I hit the ground, but I didn’t feel impact. Instead, the whispering grew less incoherent until there were voices. Real voices screaming inside my head. “Mother!” A girl’s cry rang inside my skull. It wasn’t the cry of a child, no. It was a teenager. “You don’t have to do this to us!”
She was my age. Her wail was enough to stop my attempts at prying away the voices, and I let go. I let each of them in. I let them bleed into me until I was nothing, and they were… something. The force of her rattled me until I couldn’t breathe, until I couldn’t force my body into a sitting position. Lying faced down on singed grass with no choice but to listen to them, a sea of tangled thoughts plunging me further into the dark, a wave of ice cold water enveloping my own sense of being.
As the nameless girl took over, spiderwebbing inside me, my senses became entangled with her. I wasn’t just hearing her. I was… I was feeling her. And within a single breath choked from my hijacked mouth, I was her. Her cry was mine, strangled and twisted, ripping from my own lips. This stranger. I could feel her writhing body pressed against something harsh digging into our back, aching arms pinned above us.
The smell of smoulder scratched the back of our nose, a panicking feeling turning our gut. In front of us was darkness speckled with blurred orange. Shadows with no faces. The girl wasn’t alone. Next to her were squirming silhouettes, and I felt a raging agony and frustration ripping her apart. She wasn’t alone. Those were her thoughts, and while she was terrified of her fate, part of her felt like she could die. As long as it was with them. Glimpsing a figure striding through the dark, a figure carrying a burning torch, I waited for her to talk.
I waited for her to cry out, for some kind of explanation for what I was seeing. Before I could, however, the girl and her memory was being ripped away—and I heard her fighting back, trying to reach out, trying to leach back onto me. Her prying fingers failed to grasp hold, only for a second mind to find its way inside me, harsher. Recent. The girl wasn’t the only one to try and use my mouth to scream.
Littlewood High’s gymnasium blossomed into my mind, followed by sharp clarity. This kid was far more hesitant to reveal to me who they were. They held back a little, only choosing to show me their point of view of tipping their head back as a wave of water came down, drenching them and the rest of their class.
Blood. That’s what I had thought. I thought it was blood drenching my face and clothes, gluing my hair to my head and pasting my eyes shut. It was blood that had been spilled and had already been spilled; the blood of my mother when I watched her gutted by Noah Sharpe. Somehow, that colourless substance which had purposely drenched us had forced that one thought into our heads.
We were covered in it.
That, combined with the images in our heads of smouldering flame enveloping flesh and hair, an inferno setting our bodies alight, was enough to drive even the strongest minds to pure insanity. And I was seeing it. I was seeing each experience. I was seeing the faces of loved ones driving them crazier.
I felt their attempts to regain control of their mind, but the damage was already done.
They slipped to their knees, their screams joining a symphony orchestra of cries around them-- and saw exactly what I did. Burning. Charred flesh and singed hair. Agonizing wails rattling their skulls until they were forced to join. Their hands were in their hair, gripping and pulling and tearing at their scalp—bloody fingernails raking down their face and a smile beginning to split their lips in half.
The Wonderland Smile, chasing away logical fear and pain previously grounding them in a reality they believed in. A craving was coming alive inside of them, a hunger to rid themselves of that pain—all of that blood. By making others feel the despair which had taken an unyielding hold.
It was getting harder to differentiate whose memory from who.
This time they were stronger.
I saw sterile flooring and running feet.
Everything was blinding white. I heard his gasps for breath, a nightmarish fear eating him up from the inside pushing him to run faster.
I recognised him. Not his psychotic laugher when he had kidnapped me a year earlier, but his struggle to keep breathing. Keep sucking in precious oxygen which felt so far away. Just like the others before him, while his being seeped inside me, I had found myself once again plunged inside a memory. This time it was someone I recognised. Not a stranger from past years, but a classmate just below me.
Tommy Nolan had an asthma attack in junior year. Second period math, he’d jumped up with a panicked look on his face, clutching his chest. I remember thinking his breathing sounded wrong, like it was a car-engine trying and failing to start. His face had been pale, trembling hands clutching at his chest.
Tommy wasn’t the kind of guy who would intentionally attract attention to himself. He was an introvert through and through. However, this was the type of thing he couldn’t hide away from or push people away. “I can’t breathe.” He’d managed to gasp out, before the teacher had escorted him out of the class and to the nurse’s office. What I felt wasn’t an asthma attack gripping his chest. It was pure panic and fear squeezing the air from his lungs and stumbling his already clumsy steps.
Tommy reached a corner and threw himself into a run which was cut short by rough hands grabbing hold of him and yanking him back. I didn’t see the rest of Tommy Nolan’s memory. At least, I didn’t see an escape or anything which hinted at where he was. I just saw the same. A coffin-like enveloping darkness. Restrained hands.
Raging fire.
I don’t know if it was Tommy’s splintered mind which had catapulted me from my own mind, or maybe he didn’t want me to see everything. Before I could grasp onto his memory, he let go. The whispering voices let me go, and I found myself pressed against grass wet with dew, an intense pressure in my nose and crawling around the back of head, blood pooling down my chin. I took a moment to gather myself. The sky was still half dark and half-light, pink and orange streaks taking over pooling black. Across the street, Lili Marriot was standing with the town preacher’s severed head clumsily forced onto a make-shift pike.
The man's eyes were still open, wide with horror.
She wasn’t moving, her scarlet hands still grasping the weapon for dear life. I got to my feet slowly, ignoring my own blood spattered hands. I didn’t think about the woman I had murdered, or her husband, as I hopped onto a trashed bike which had been abandoned on the side of the road. It was still usable. Sure, it had bits of skin stuck in the wheels, but it would work.
I pushed myself into a smooth pace which was normal. It felt normal, like every other morning when Jun and I biked to school. Instead of taking in the apocalyptic landscape around me, I focused on the road and finding my friend.
That morning, I saw a mix.
I saw kids who were waking up and finding themselves painted in their victims. I saw them crying.
Screaming.
I saw one girl slice open her own throat over the corpse of her little brother.
But I was also seeing kids still entangled in their own undoing, still tearing Littlewood apart. Under the last splinters of night, I saw my classmates around me.
But I chose to be ignorant. I needed to find Jun and saving the town's people who had been brought to the brink of despair was the last thing on my mind. Still though, I watched.
I couldn’t help it. There was a sort of morbid curiosity inside me once I had been freed from the curse, and then watching the rest of my class still in its iron grip. The varsity boys dragged an old man by his neck down the road, chanting the school anthem. One of them was wearing someone’s skull which had been ripped of its flesh, the remnants of a bulging eye still glued inside the socket. They wore their football jerseys, and somehow that made them even more terrifying. They were the perfect depiction of Noah Sharpe. Gen Z version. Littlewood's golden boy turned psycho.
Eleven years later, it had taken them too.
“REDHAWKS!” Their war cries bled into the dull sunrise, stamping their feet to a beat only they could hear. The old man was struggling, his face beet red, prying wrinkly fingers attempting to tug the tough rope cinched around his limp neck. But they weren’t letting go, only laughing when he let out a pained cry, begging them to let him die, begging to let him asphyxiate.
“REDHAWKS!”
They ignored him, pulling his limp body across the road.
“REDHAWKS!”
STAMP.
STAMP.
STAMP.
“REDHAWKS!”
I could still hear their phantom yelling when I neared the scrapyard. Passing the diner, which was nothing but a blur of vivid orange, I saw a group of girl’s shrieking those horrific hyena laughs, diving into the flames and dancing in the smoke, entangling themselves in licking flames. Laughter twisted into screams and cries of agony mixed with a pleasure, a euphoria, I didn’t even think existed. I had felt it writhing in every soul which had bled inside me. The craving to die. When I squeezed the handlebars tighter, I felt something shift inside me once the stink of smoke had travelled into my nose and was choking the back of my throat.
Looking down at my palms, my skin had started to catch alight. No, I wasn’t seeing things. I could feel it, flames crawling up my arms, licking across my flesh and melting through my sweater sleeve.
I opened my mouth to cry out, and in the blink of an eye I was back inside that coffin-like tunnel drowning Tommy Nolan’s memory. He didn’t want me to see it, had pulled away before I could glimpse what exactly was in there. This time, though, it wasn’t Tommy Nolan strapped to a metal slab. It was me. I was closed in, suffocating on my own sobs, on curling smoke already dancing in the back of my mind. All I could see was fiery orange and red engulfing me, filling the tunnel. The thought hit me when my own body was writhing, dancing in vivid orange getting brighter and brighter, licking across my flesh in sharp rivulets, singing my hair from my scalp.
I was in an incinerator.
No… no not just me.
We.
Tommy Nolan, and the nameless girl’s whose screams had rattled my skull.
All of us.
We were in an incinerator.
The shock of the vision, as well as all of our pain entwining into one pulled me back to uncertain reality. I didn’t even realise I’d let go of the bike handlebars before I was crashing down on rough concrete, smacking my head on the curb. Stars exploded in the backs of my eyes. But the fire was gone. Like it had never fucking existed. Except I knew it did. It had in Tommy Nolan’s memory, as well as my future. An endless fire which had ripped away our flesh and sent us plunging into the dark. It made me wonder about that first memory. The girl tied to the tree in front of blurred orange. Was that how all of this had started?
Did I see the first glimpses of Littlewood’s curse? When I pushed the bike off of me and checked my arms and legs for burns or signs of smoulder, there was nothing there. Fuck. Whatever had taken over my mind and crawled into my brain wasn’t letting go, but I found myself hanging onto them. My head hit the ground and I stared at the sky, at red and orange clouds which almost resembled the end of the world.
The sky, just like the ground below, had been set alight. Maybe it was the end of the world, I thought.
Maybe Littlewood was really falling this time.
I don’t know how long I lay there trying to catch my breath, trying to force my maple syrup thoughts into fruition. I was trying to shake my head of possible concussion, dislodging my brain from the puddle of fog it had fallen into, when I heard running footsteps.
Bare feet slapping against gravel. I knew what this was. I’d heard it as a kid, an animal-like herd of kids which had congregated into their own tribe.
I had heard them running past my house every year, and each time I thought they would catch me. I thought they’d crawl through my window like Noah Sharpe and his gang. But this was my class.
These were the kids I had been going to school with for years. The sound of their whooping and laughter brought me out of it, just a little. Twisting to my side, I glimpsed them suddenly. White canisters. The ones I’d seen in the school, the ones I’d seen being put into the sprinkler system. They were everywhere, dotted across the road, turned over on their head and leaking that same colourless substance onto cement and into the air. I wondered if they had been purposely placed.
“Help me! Oh god, please help me!”
Just ahead of me, a woman in her thirties was sprinting. Her expression was wild with fright, dark hair flying behind her in a whirlwind. I recognised the look on her face. It was exactly what I’d felt a year prior when I escaped Tommy Nolan and his gang with an inch of my life. The girl caught my eye for a fleeting moment and it looked like she might have found solace in me. Her mouth opened in a silent plea, her trembling hands raising above her head.
Before she realised what I was.
I had been so focused on looking at her face, I’d failed to see the mess of startling red painting the front of her shirt. She was screaming, sobbing into the wind. There was something wrapped around her left wrist, the entrails of some poor souls guts fashioned into makeshift restraints. Twisting around, the girl dropped to her knees and buried her head in the ground. “Don’t!” she screamed. “Please! Don’t!”
She wasn’t running, I thought.
Why wasn’t she running?
When the hysterical girl started to crawl across the ground, they appeared like animals, like they had been staying back, teasing her with the hope of survival. There were eight of them. All of them carrying lead pipes. The look on their faces was feral. Blood stained grins and empty eyes only seeing prey—only seeing another victim they could tear apart. I started to get up, started to plan my escape which was just to run and never stop fucking running until I was away from them. When more war cries rang out. This time from the other side of the road. Two separate tribes of kids advancing towards her. The second group were faster, and I recognised a face enveloped in the disgusting stain of red which painted them.
Jun. He didn’t look like Jun anymore. I could hardly even see his face through a coating of red smearing his cheeks and eyes which he must have done himself.
War paint.
Wielding a long thread of wire wrapped around his left wrist and trailing on the ground, my best friend joined the mass of kids closing in on the girl. His eyes were vacant and dark, empty of anything human. It was Noah all over again, except this time I wasn’t a frightened six year old. I could stop it. I remember getting to my feet. Movement. Several heads whipped around. I’d already caught their attention but their gazes barely strayed on me before going back to the girl. With my attention on him, I moved towards him, taking my steps slowly. Another kid crawled out of their hiding place behind a dumpster. This time they looked younger.
I didn’t even want to guess how old.
When half of the kids jumped the little kid while the others took care of the girl, I forced my legs to keep going, keep moving. But I stopped when the woman dived to her feet and made a run for it, pushing herself into a sprint. I watched Jun pursue her like a lion chasing after a deer with an almost supernatural speed. While her steps were stumbled and clumsy, his were calculated. I couldn’t move when he dived onto her back and brought her to the ground, her face smacking against cement with a meaty smack. She squirmed, fighting to get away, but he was already forcing the metal wire into her throat, wrapping it around and around until her face was turning red, and then blue, her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.
The wire sliced cleanly into her flesh and red began to swim from her, startling pooling red I will never forget which stained his hands. I knew what he was doing. Squeezing tighter. Jun’s weapon wasn’t to asphyxiate and strangle. It was a garotte. And his prize was progressively more inevitable the more he forced the cutting wire through layers of skin until it met bone. “Jun!” I was yelling his name before I knew what I was doing. I don’t know how I got to him without breaking down, but when my face was buried into his back and I was sobbing his name, everything felt…. Right. Even if it was just for a little while. Because, like a fairy-tale narrating the clock striking twelve and a magic spell wearing off, a dazzling sunrise broke through the clouds as dawn hit, and the woman’s gurgling stopped. Just like the jerking movements of Jun’s hands as they struggled to cut through bone.
I watched him blink himself awake through my own tears. Swiping at his eyes, my best friend stared down at his scarlet hands, and then grasping at his own face, running filthy fingers down his cheeks, as if he could tear his own flesh off of the bone.
I wasn’t paying attention to Jun as he fully came to. I was staring at a little girl who had walked out of her house clutching a stuffed teddy bear and seeing the body of her mother on the ground. A numbness started to take over me, a heavy weight on my chest. I remember his warm arms were suddenly around me, and they were tight, so tight, almost suffocating the breath from my lungs. Jun’s body felt strange against mine, a trembling, rattling mass as he let out a gut lurching cry into my shoulder.
I had never heard him scream before. Jun had always hidden behind a bright smile which had finally crumbled under the curse.
“Did I…”
His words collapsed into a sob.
“Did I… do this?"
The metal wire was still attached to him, coiled around his wrist.
It marked him as a member of that tribe.
“No.” I whispered into the damp material of his shirt. "No, none of this was you."
He laughed, sputtering on a sob.
“You’re okay.” I said. “You’re okay. Just breathe."
An icy shiver ripped its way down my spine when his lips found my ear. “Do you… really want to outrun the asteroid?” He whispered, choking on a hysterical laugh. “Do you think we are worthy, Bee?” His tone darkened. “Is our suffering worthy?”
I shook off that comment for a moment, focusing on him. "You texted me." I said in a hiss. "How were you awake?"
Awareness bled into his expression, followed by confusion. "I… did?"
As if on cue, footsteps startled me, and Jun’s phone hit the ground in front of us followed by the curve of a heel splintering the screen. When I looked up, Ms Hawkins, our drama teacher, was looming over us holding a gun. It didn’t look like the usual gun I saw my neighbours use on wildlife. This one had a red coloured butt and fit perfectly into her hand. She shot Jun first. The bullet hit his arm and he sent me a helpless look, his hand going to the tiny dart stuck into his lower elbow, before dropping to the ground. The teacher kicked Jun onto his side, before twisting and pointing the gun between my brows.
I remember her pulling the trigger, but it wasn’t just aimed at me. It was aimed at every other soul which had entangled itself with me. Noah, his class, and the ones before hiThis had happened to every year prior to us—and I had a sickening feeling I knew what was coming next. I woke to a nauseating feeling of movement to find my head uncomfortably pressed against a bus window. Outside, a long stretch of dead road leading to nowhere. There were no signs, no civilization. Nothing.
It took me a disorienting moment to figure out I was on a school bus. The same school bus I had seen in thousands of other memories. Next to me, Jun poked me in the shoulder. He was awake and seemed with-it enough to talk.
Though there was a strange smile on his face which was twisting my gut. I turned around to face him and blinked rapidly, because my friend’s face morphed and blurred, twisting into hundreds of others. First, girls and boys in strange clothing like they were from the dark ages, and the distant sound of horseback—a carriage being dragged. I could smell wildflowers mixed with the stink of rot and excrement, hear the sound of birds and chains rattling around jiggling wrists. Then I was seeing strangers, each of them bearing clothes from different eras. I saw Tommy Nolan, and then Chrissy Lackey. Bobby Chase.
Faces from previous years.
All blood spattered. All wide eyed, a haunting, hollow look on their faces.
Until Noah. Until I saw his face twisted with anger and pain and frustration. His hands went to his hair in a silent cry, and he was slamming bloodied fists into his temples.
Over and over again.
“Fuck!” He gritted out.
“Get me off this bus! I don’t want to be here... I want to go home. I want to go back! Can't you see this is shady? Where are they taking us?"
“Hey! Hey, calm down!”
The voice was Poppy. Her shriek echoed in my brain, as the bus they were on collapsed into panic and Noah was diving from his seat, before being grabbed and restrained by guards, and shoved back next to Poppy. I felt her gentle hand on his shoulder. Poppy’s arms were around him, and Noah was relaxing into her embrace.
“We’re going to the Halfway House, Noah.”
Her soothing murmur inside my head was cut short when I sensed the coffin-like tunnel once again.
Flames.
Getting closer and closer.
And his screams.
Ringing so loud in my head, horrifying wails of agony cracking my skull open.
I felt my own clammy palms press against my ears, the force of his cry becoming my own.
“Bee?”
I was sweating and shaking, choking on stale vomit in my mouth, when Jun waved a wary hand in front of my face, and I found reality once again.
When my gaze found his, Jun had that smile again. He sat back with a sigh, pressing his head against the seat. “You got it, huh?” He chuckled. “Damn, I wish I did. I really wanted to be chosen."
I found my breath, swallowing whatever the fuck I'd eaten in the last twelve hours. “Got what?”
He shrugged. “Do you remember when I asked you if you would give your life to destroy an asteroid?”
I had to think back to that conversation which didn’t seem relevant until now. “Jun—”
He cut me off, his smile fading a little. “I really did want to see my dad,” he whispered. As he spoke, I found my gaze wandering and finding our classmates who were either asleep or staring into an oblivion only they could see. Jun sighed. “I imagined all of these scenarios in my head. That we would all come to the halfway house and heal and get better like all the other kids before us, and I’d jump on a plane and go and visit dad.” I noticed his hands were trembling in his lap. “But I’m a fucking idiot. I'm naïve.” He turned to me. “We’re just kids, right? What do we know?"
I was losing my patience with his cryptic words. “What are you talking about?”
“I was kidnapped like you,” He said softly. “Last year, the night of the Teen Purge. I never told you about it, because I didn't want there to be a time when I would have to," Jun pulled a face. "I forgot to close our gate so I rushed out to lock it up before I brought attention to our house. But I was too late. They were waiting for me outside. The bastards knocked me out with a bat, and I woke up on the roof of the school.” He dug his hands in his lap, choking out a hiss.
“I was the only one left, Bee. When I woke up, I was staring at the people she had pushed to their deaths. My hands were tied behind my back so I couldn’t move, or try to get away and this girl…” He trailed off, his gaze going to a stray raindrop on the window, “this girl was dangling me over the edge. Like I was bait over a shark tank. It was fucking freezing and I was only in my pyjamas, and I remember wondering if I was actually going to die.” The bus went over a bump, and I grabbed onto his hand, squeezing it as tight as I could. “I waited for it,” Jun whispered. “I waited for her to kill me, but she wrenched me back. And her eyes... her eyes were pitch black. Hollow.” His eyes filled with tears. “She was smiling. Smiling like it would thrill her to watch me fall like the ones before me. And she would have no fucking mercy.”
As if his words were a narration, I was seeing the vision for myself, like somewhere inside my head, the girl lingered. I could see it. I could see pooling darkness, a long way down. Jun, his arms tied behind his back, a single strip of duct tape over his mouth— while arms were wrapped around his waist, dangling him teasingly as he twisted and struggled in her arms.
Like I was seeing it through her POV, I glimpsed tangled blonde curls in front of my face, a carving knife slick red clenched in my fist. She held him tight, squeezing the breath from him.
“Long way down, huh?” Her voice was a cackle clanging in my skull.
“Mmpphh!”
I could see his wide eyes, petrified as she pushed him closer and closer to the edge.
Jun continued in a low murmur. “But… this girl didn’t push me. She didn't kill me. Instead, she… she pulled me close. I could… I could smell her rotting breath. But through all the black, whatever had possessed her... I could see that there was still something there. It was weak, but still alive. Before I knew it, I was on my knees and she was in front of me like she could see right through me. Like she could reach into my head and pull out every memory I've ever had." His voice trembled. "She asked me a question. And I’ll never forget it, Bee. Because it was what changed my way of thinking. Instead of being scared to die, I felt like I could finally embrace it.”
His words sent my gut galloping into my throat.
I saw it. I saw her yanking him back onto his knees and pulling him close.
"Jun Sato," Her voice from the memory echoed in my mind. "Would you like to hear something cool?"
“What?” I whispered presently, shaking away the vision. The girl was insistent on shoving her memory onto me.
Jun’s eyes found mine, and for the first time in the 17 years of the Teen Purge, I saw the Wonderland Smile in broad daylight. I saw insanity brewing in eyes which had been darkened far before Littlewood’s curse had snatched his mind.
It had been hours since the curse had let us go, and there it was, splitting my best friend’s mouth apart into a cheshire cat grin. It was exactly what I’d seen on Noah Sharpe’s face before he sliced my mother’s throat open and gutted her. But while Noah's expression had been a blank slate, a monster, I only saw tragic hope lighting up my best friend's eyes. But it wasn’t real hope. Real hope was wanting to survive. It was forcing yourself to keep going no matter what. What I saw was that craving I’d felt when I’d woken up covered in blood, the one emitting from every voice inside my head.
The overwhelming pleasure which came with the thought of dying—giving yourself up.
"She asked me if I wanted to save the world.” He said, his eyes twinkling. “How cool is that?”
I was losing him.
“What did you say?” I asked stiffly.
He smiled. “I said yes. What else could I say? She got this weird look on her face, this smile, which was both maniacal and yet unbelievably sad, it made me feel like I would feel it too. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.” Jun turned towards the window, this time, like he was refusing to admit it to my face. “She told me I will. Just like her, and the kids before her. That’s what the siren inside her head said. At that point I hoped I’d be able to save the world, and then visit my dad. I really thought it was as easy as that.” His lips twisted, eyes lighting up.
“But… then I understood what she meant. I finally understood, and I wasn’t scared anymore. How could I fear my own fate? She didn’t mean me saving the world, Bee. She meant me, and you, all of us in the past and present and future giving our lives for seven billion others. The world."
I had to stop myself from slapping him across the face. He was really choosing now to go off the deep end?
Whatever this girl had fed him was her own personal idea of death, which sounded like rainbows and cotton candy.
Jun turned to me with almost cartoon-like eyes.
“You can hear them,” he murmured. “the girl had that exact same look in her eyes.”
Swallowing hard, I fought to breathe. “What do you mean?”
“Haunted.” Jun said. “They’re telling you exactly what happened to them, and you can’t stop it. You want to pull them out of your head, but you can’t. They’re like a parasite taking over. They keep singing and you're ignoring them. But you need to listen. She told me to listen. If I was chosen."
I didn’t reply.
“Can you tell me?” His voice was small. “How does this end?"
Lying on a metal slab and staring at pooling black while flames licked across my flesh and set my hair alight, my body smouldering. Burning bright. That was how it was going to end. Like Noah and every year before us, we were going to burn.
And it made sense… right? Why wouldn’t a town permanently get rid of their youth tainted by a curse?
But it still felt like I was missing something.
And that something was getting closer as we approached the Halfway House.
"Bee?" Jun murmured. "Are you okay?"
Instead of responding, I pressed my face into his shoulder and squeezed my eyes shut. But closing my eyes was somehow worse. Like I was giving in to this supposed fate. Blinking them open, I turned to the window. Outside, Fall was taking over nature, and for the first time in a while I took a moment to take it in, breathing in the smell of wet mildew and crushed leaves drifting through the window and marvelling beautiful decay.
It's crazy how much you start to notice about the world around you when you know your time is running out. I don't think I'll ever look at a tree the same again. Jun was staring forwards, his eyes vacant, a small curl of a smile on his lips. I didn't trust it was his. Whoever this girl was had buried her way into my friend's mind, sending him into a trace. When I shoved him, Jun still turned to me and blinked, and it was still him. I had no doubt about that.
But it almost felt like he was looking through me, and what was inside my head.
Some psycho bitch had fucked with his head, and my first priority was snapping him out of it and bringing him back down to earth. Whether he liked it or not. In my cotton candy thoughts still half asleep from the tranquilliser, though, I was slowly conducting a plan to get the fuck out of there.

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