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I tried to keep it short but felt like you would need some background to understand the full situation.
The setting: I'm (57m), wife is (55f), we have 4 grown children and 13 grandchildren. My daughter (30f) twice divorced lives with us with her 5 children that she has full custody of. She's been here 7 years and just graduated Nursing school. All of her kids (15f, 13f, 12f, 7m, 5m)have lived in my house longer than anywhere in their lives, this is their home. My wife and I were empty nesting for about a year before she moved back in. She and the kids are not the issue. We used to have our other children and grandchildren over once a month or so to celebrate birthdays and just get together. So we enjoy having family around and we finally have a good routine with my daughter and grandkids in the house. The get togethers don't happen anymore, partly due to the situation that follows.
About 2 years ago I was finally able to locate a half brother and sister of my wife's (her mother put them up for adoption before she married). My wife knew about them, but never had contact. I never had enough information until her mother passed and we found clues. The brother passed in 1992. Her sister (58f) had a terrible childhood and her adoptive parents have passed. Fast forward a little and her half sister was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma. After about 6 months of chemo, she couldn't take it and wanted quality of life over quantity and opted to stop treatment and go on Hospice. We live in Texas, she lived in the Boston area. Anyway, my wife decided to spend Christmas with her and intended to stay until she passed away. After a couple of months, the sister decided she wanted to be around family in her dying days and since she had no one except an adopted sister there, we moved her into our house, made a temporary bedroom out of the dining room. Figured we couldn't deny her dying wish and while we knew it would be difficult in our hectic lives, we could manage it for 6 months to a year.
Hospice covered most everything necessary, she's on disability and Medicaid. I've spent money on things, but that's not an issue. This was 2/2022. She gets here and she is in bad shape, where she was, Hospice was about to move her to a 24/7 care facility. We were concerned she could make the flight. The expectation was that she would live no more than 6 months. She's happy that we took her in, she doesn't smoke in the house, we have a very nice patio that she spends hours on every day. We can't enjoy it anymore because we can't stand the cigarette smoke. About 3 months after she moved here, Hospice says, your bloodwork and everything doesn't really match your "supposed" condition, we'd like to have you evaluated. So we get her into an Oncologist (actually my oncologist for the last 10 years) and he finds no trace of Cancer and no eminent heath issues to keep her on Hospice. SUPRISE! They kicked her off of Hospice, now she's on Palliative care, which really means nothing. As for positivity affecting your health, she has completely perked up and is more active, though she still can barely walk to the car without being completely winded. She manages to climb the stairs 1 or 2 days a week to get a shower. She does have COPD and smokes 3 cartons a month. Her pulmonologist gives her 1-2 years. Recently (2 weeks ago) my oncologist has said her Multiple Myeloma is back, but he thinks he can keep it under control with mild chemo pills. So probably the COPD will get her first. Last episode landed her in ICU for 4 days. She does have a DNR, and her pulse ox hit 37. We didn't think she would pull through, but she did.
So, my wife had me redo the room to a more "semi-permanent state" and make her more comfortable. Now comes the problems. She was given permission to "get onto" the kids (by my daughter) if they were doing something dangerous or something they know not to do. It was when she was in bad shape and appeared to be dying, so mainly it was if the kids came into her room or were outside by themselves. Now that she is not actively dying, she sometimes takes that privilege too far by our standards, like telling them what to do when their mother or others are in the room, sometimes for mundane things. Like when I, my daughter, and the kids were at the table eating. My wife was upstairs with a migraine (often) and the sister was just passing by, not eating with us and she stopped to tell the 7 year old boy (not so politely) to stop drumming something on the bench. She's not even sitting with us, just passing and it wasn't bothering any of us. I turned to her and sternly said he wasn't hurting anything. She decided to tell my 12 year old granddaughter something that her mother was not ready to tell her about. I made it clear that it is not her place to make those types of decisions for my daughter and not her place to raise my daughter's kids and my daughter has first say, then I and my wife.
But what really drives my daughter and I crazy is that she is in the dining room off of the kitchen downstairs which is also open to the living room where most of the day-to-day activities take place. She never sleeps more than a couple of hours at a time, so she's awake all hours of the day and night. She spends all her time walking from her bed to the back porch (about every 30 minutes) which takes her through the kitchen and living room. This means there is no escape except at night when we all go upstairs to bed. (all bedrooms are upstairs). The sister is constantly in everyone's business, commenting on everything, needing to know everyone's schedule, where they are going, etc. She stopped her trek to the patio one day around 12 and asked my daughter who was picking up the kids from school for no reason, she never goes with someone to do that, and I refuse to let her drive any of my vehicles. We do take her on outings if we feel she can manage it, but most of the time she doesn't want to go anywhere. My daughter is on constant guard feeling like she has to be hard on the kids, or leave the house to keep them from getting in trouble, even for just being kids (the youngest is 5 and mildly autistic). She tells me that the sister makes constant remarks through the day that feel passive aggressive. I also feel very self conscious (never have before) because the sister always has something to say. She comments on what I wear "oh, you must be going to the office today, or must be working from home today", "oh look, Papi's (my granddad name) not wearing shoes!", "Oh, Papi's naked!" this is if I happen to be not wearing a shirt, like going to the pool with the kids. In fact she always calls out that people are naked if they are missing a piece of clothing, it seems an odd statement to us. "I've never seen you eat oatmeal before." "You sound nasally this morning, you must be getting sick" "You should get that cough checked out." If it was conversation, it would be different. It's not conversation, it's commentary, like my life is being narrated! We feel like we have a mother figure over us all the time and we are becoming resentful and stressed. I go to the office more to escape, my daughter tries to do outings with the kids now that school is out. She will start a job when school starts, it'll be easier to work out childcare since we can't count on my wife. I've talked with my wife, who spends an average of 5 days a week in her cave due to migraines and not downstairs. My wife says we are being too sensitive. She defends this activity by saying that she had a hard life, has nobody, and has nothing to do, she just wants to be included. She doesn't realize she is causing her to be avoided and excluded. I feel like my wife is saying that I need to put her half-sister's needs over mine and my daughter's well-being. Her sister has been talking about planning to join my wife and I in our retirement plans of travelling, my wife has even told me how we could do it. I never planned on a second wife! I've already postponed my retirement date due to the financial impact. Part of me thinks I'll never retire so that I'll have an excuse not to be home.
I've wanted to try and talk to the sister. I feel if she understands that her "nosiness" and "parenting" is driving us crazy that she will try to address it. I had hoped my wife could talk to her, but my wife doesn't see the problem and is not good with confrontation, as well as not even realizing that it is a problem. I know we could get along civilly if we all understand and respect each other's boundaries. I think she would be happy in an assisted living situation where she would have activities and care, but my wife says she wouldn't want to go because what she could afford would not be nice and she wouldn't be allowed to smoke. So if that option is out, someone has to talk to her. I know I can, she and I talk on occasion and she has told my wife that she enjoy talking with me, but I'm not sure how to start and what exactly to say. My wife did say that she was going to find a counselor for us to go to and it would be something we could ask about, but obviously it is not a priority because after a month she still hasn't done it.
Advice on how to broach the subject and keep it civil. I'm sure there will be some hurt feelings, but I firmly believe if you approach a person with respect, you can work through it. It's not like she is intentionally mean to any of us. I really don't think she realizes how it is affecting us. Can't we all just get along?

I'm really busy nowadays but I really need the breaks between the tasks I have to do. Recently I came to realize that doing difficult crosswords is better than any type of social media for me. But crosswords can be a bit mentally draining.
I'm looking for some simple but fun games that you don't have to use too much brainpower on. Even better if it's easy to opt in/opt out whenever! Some games kind of force you to finish the entire ingame day in order to save (*cough, cough, stardew valley* ) which can be a little stressful.
Genres like easy platformers, puzzle games, and even lighthearted turn based games would be great!
Some games I liked(the first 10 are pretty similar to what I'm looking for)
Pikuniku
A Short Hike
Assemble With Care
Death and Taxes
Donut County
Hidden Folks
Frog Detective (both games)
Landlord of The Woods
A Good Snowman is Hard to Build
the Rusty Lake series (not lighthearted, but I found them simple and fun)
Gris
Night in The Woods
Octopath Traveler (both games)
Ori (both games)
Hollow Knight
Ace Attorney
Stardew Valley
Sadly this type of games are often short indie games that you can finish in like, 3 hours. I'm hoping there are some longer ones, if possible. Thanks!
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edit: I just remembered to include Spiritfarer!! I really liked the chill management game vibe, and how you could save and quit whenever.

While there are so many second hand clothing shopping stores around Berlin, I have no clues about where to sell clothes. All of my items are in very good shape. Can anyone recommend me some stores that has most of clothing acceptance rate? Thank you very much!

So I recently got into Tool but still very much a casual level listener.
I mentioned this to a co-worker friend when we were talking music. He said another guy was a big Tool fan and even had a tattoo of it. I talked to this guy and he showed me his tattoo on his calf.
It's a wavy wrench - not the old logo, there are no balls and it doesn't say Tool on it. It's like an abstract wrench in the shape of the letter "S" with hash marks on it. The guy said he was a fan of tools (as in hammers/screwdrivers) not the band Tool. I'm 90% sure he was fucking with me but I don't know enough about the band to know what his tattoo signifies. My friend said he's certain the guy is a fan of the band Tool.
Basically I feel like the joke's on me and would like some help clarifying if that tattoo means something. I can't tell when people are using dry humor. I feel like I missed some sort of clues about this situation - the guy rolled up his pants to show me it but it's not the band? I feel like there was something I was supposed to say when he showed me that tattoo. Thanks.
TL:DR what does a wavy wrench with hash marks symbolize about the band

Hey yall really enjoying the game and I'm trying to not spoil anything so I'm avoiding the wiki and looking up stuff on Google for now. So I was hoping someone could answer a couple questions.

1. I made it to my first Warboard and noticed one of the missions, "Building Blocks" has like a A shape with a lock. Is that DLC?
   
2. I was planning to get the DLC once I beat the story or is the DLC not a continuation of the story and I should pick it up now? If not now when would you suggest?
   

3.I also found the FMTEL station and don't have a clue what that's about haha
Thanks
Appreciate all help with the questions 👍

Hey ya'll, I've been recently trying to get back into bass fishing, and it's clear I have no clue what I'm doing when I'm not on a remote pond/lake with a bunch of big, dumb, bass that will hit almost any plastic rig I throw at them. I've been trying to land a (yes, just one would be nice) smallie at Montrose and Belmont Harbors, and plan to try Burnam/Monroe as well soon.
I've tried everything in my box at this point, weightless texas rigged and ned rigged plastic worms, wacky rigs, crankbaits of all shapes and sizes, spinners, but haven't ever tried dropshots.
Is dropshotting the best overall technique for harbor bass? Any specifics on specific baits/lures/rigs would be immensely appreciated, unfortunately watching YouTube videos only gets you so far.
Also, I get that we're all super protective of our fishing holes but if anyone knows of any small lakes/ponds near Chicago that offer the aforementioned big, dumb, bass...I will be forever grateful if you'd just let me know where :)
(btw there's a ton of bass along the walls by the boat drops in Belmont Harbor, but they sure are some finnicky assholes)
Tight lines!

Hello all.
I am having problems with donuts instead of dots when I look up at night.
https://imgur.com/a/QjCjCPW
Zoom in to see it.
Is this same for everyone? Or were Magna Ge in fact ring-shaped?

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Terrified as I was of the alien soldiers currently approaching my craft, still I couldn’t bring myself to stop staring at them. Aliens. Real… Aliens… Finally getting a good look at the approaching group, my eyes and brain raced in conjunction to catalogue their features. As a child, it'd always been my dream to explore the stars and make contact with extraterrestrial intelligence. However, as I grew to learn more and more about the physics of space travel, I'd ultimately realized that my dream was essentially impossible. We weren't anywhere close to the level of technology necessary to properly explore even our own galactic zip code, let alone faraway systems. In the end I resolved that if I couldn't experience that myself, I wanted to make sure that eventually someone could, even if that someone wouldn't be born for another 1000 years. Looking back on it from the window of my exploration vessel, maybe I'd been just a tad pessimistic about that number...
Unfortunately, the old sci-fi trope of alien animal groups resembling those on Earth didn’t seem to hold true here. These people, whoever they were, definitely wouldn’t fit well with any of our categories. Small, icy-blue scales shaped like flat pebbles adorned their necks. Their arms, by contrast, were decorated by what appeared to be white feathers—vestigial wings, perhaps. While the specimens on either side of the scientist were concealed largely by body armor and helmets, the one between them provided a much more detailed view of their anatomy. Slight lumps of fat on the chest area suggested mammary glands of some description—yet another middle finger to my understanding of evolutionary biology, but at least a helpful middle finger, given that it pointed me toward this alien’s sex. Atop her head, a crest of similarly-pristine feathers stretched down like human hair, concealing one of her (presumably two) ears which resembled in passing those of a fantasy elf, but curvier and with two prongs at the top instead of one.
Just a few paces shy of my vessel’s door, the trio halted in place. It looked like the scientist was trying to persuade the two soldiers of something. Both of them seemed rather hesitant to follow her orders, but after a brief exchange of what I could best describe as organized birdsong, the pair reluctantly stepped aside and allowed the researcher to continue her approach unaccompanied.
Switching my gaze over to one of the ship’s cameras for a better view on this approaching stranger, a sudden wave of panicked realization washed over me. I am first contact… Shit… How do you even greet an alien? Smiling was definitely a no-go. Even back on Earth, most animals would see that as a threat. With my luck, they’d probably mistake it for me having some sort of predatory nature and just gun me down then and there. That being said, waving may not be the best play either. I didn’t know if these guys had sharp talons, but startling them seemed like a pretty bad first test of that. Still, what gestures in the animal kingdom are universally non-threatening? Sifting through my slowly-defrosting memory, I recalled at one point learning about the habits of gorillas and how to survive meeting one in the wild (I found weird things on the web growing up). In social animals, lowering one's self is usually a gesture of submission. So, with little time to ponder anything else, I turned toward the door of my ship and offered a cordial kneel as the door was pried open by some sort of mechanical lever (probably hydraulic for the sheer strength) to allow inside a real, in-the-flesh alien.
For whatever it was worth, she didn't seem displeased by my gesture of surrender. More... Confused than anything, in fact. "Torakeetreet?" The nonsense noise hung around me like some form of inquiry, but naturally I hadn't the foggiest fucking clue what it meant, so instead I elected to remain silent. Approaching me with visible trepidation, the alien repeated its 'question' to me, but again I couldn't risk responding in a way that would displease her. With my eyes cast downward, I saw that she wasn't wearing shoes, but instead left on display her four-toed talons that looked like they could easily slash an artery if swung right.
"Dadarakan... Tereet." The sudden sensation of a warm, fingerlike appendage pressing my chin upward by its foreclaw sent my danger-detecting instincts into overdrive. Disregarding entirely the claws' bluntness and gentle movement, I recoiled away from its owner with a short burst of backward movement. Naturally, being part of the graceful primate lineage and a member their most intelligent species by far, I was easily able to evade this danger by elegantly falling flat on my ass and in a stroke of brilliance slamming my spine against the steel wall behind me. This scientist seemed every bit as frazzled as I was with the encounter, having herself collided with the shuttle door in the midst of our mutual confusion. A light hiccuping noise emanated from the alien’s throat as she too toppled over onto the ground.
Somewhat assured by this interaction that my life was not, in fact, about to end, I slowly eased myself upright and with gentle, telegraphed steps approached the mysterious alien woman. Noting my sudden advance upon her prone form, the stranger observed me first with eyes full of fear, followed shortly thereafter by curiosity when I knelt down once more to offer her a hand up. To my surprise, no further coaxing was required to convince this mysterious creature. Carefully wrapping her claws around my outstretched hand, the alien allowed me to help her to her ‘feet’. From outside the ship, I hadn’t actually noticed how tall she was beyond ‘vaguely human-sized’. Now, inside the ship and stood before her, it became rather apparent to me that this bird/lizard lady, despite being at least thirty centimeters (a foot) shorter than the guards outside, still had a few centimeters on me. Evolving in lower gravity’ll do that to you I guess…
“Hello,” I breathed anxiously, shaking her talon up and down with my friendliest close-lipped smile before slowly relinquishing it back to the alien, whose look of absolute fascination identified her as a scientist at heart. Pointing to myself for emphasis, I continued. “I am a Human… Hu-man…”
Swishing her head feathers in a gesture perhaps similar in meaning to cocking one’s head, the researcher parted her lips and in a sweet, singsong voice spoke. “Hu-man.“
“Yes!” I pumped my fist triumphantly, nodding my head up and down in frantic affirmation of her attempt to pronounce a human word. This alien researcher seemed at least open to communicating with me, so that was definitely a good sign. This being said, I was beginning to understand why universal translators were such integral sci-fi tech. Actually being able to understand each other would take awhile unless I found some way to expedite the process.
Replicating the gesture she’d just seen me perform seconds prior, the alien scientist pointed a claw to her own chest and with it held there spoke a single foreign word which I presumed to be her name. “Vavi..."

Welcome to Camp Redwood!
Are you ready to fight to the death with age regressed forty year olds with the faces of adorable little kids?
How about coming to terms with your entire life, or at least five years of it, being one big fucking lie?
We are so excited to announce our 2018 group! Where you will undoubtedly FIND yourself here. Your true self.
The self you did not know existed.
SO, jump in that military bunker, grab that blunt object to fight against our little campers disembowelling our counselors, and get yourself down to CAMP REDWOOD. WHERE WE START EVERY DAY WITH A CAMP REDWOOD SMILE.
Apply now!
Application end date: 05/02/2018.
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It’s been a tough few days.
So, I think I will be posting this update in two chunks so I can get everything down and clear my head. I am alone right now.
Yes. I am the last survivor of Camp Redwood 2023 (?). I’ve been unsure how to start this and end this because I really just want to get into the meat of what has been going on.
But… I must ask. I have to.
What year is it?
That doesn't matter right now. I'll continue where I left off.
Teddy did leave us alone in the end. But his screams were still haunting me hours after the thing with his voice had left. I don’t even think I could call it his voice.
It sounded like him but there were pieces of him missing. Like someone had reached into the boy’s mind and pulled out the skeleton of his consciousness, the bare bones of his being—and cruelly stuffed him into a metal shell.
That is what Teddy sounded like.
He sounded like a wounded animal, confused why he was alive. Terrified. I now know what he is the product of. Teddy is a victim of horrifying, unethical experiments our campers have been forcing on kidnapped counselors after taking over the camp. Have you ever heard of the sound of crying which isn’t human?
That is Teddy. He is the product of forcing life into the dead, and leaving it to suffer with its consciousness. Which, in my opinion, is a fate far worse than death.
You’re probably wondering where my two companions are.
Well, that is why I am writing this.
I want to tell you what happened so I can wrap my head around it myself, and choose between killing all of us and sending these psychopaths to hell, or coming to terms with our truth and fighting back. Well, it’s their truth. I wouldn’t say it’s mine. It took us three whole days to get the guts to risk leaving Allison’s secret bunker inside her cabin, and attempting to find a way out of this hell-hole. Harry and I were the ones to do it, leaving a still-not-completely-himself Rowan to guard our safehouse. I didn’t want to leave him alone for a multitude of reasons but due to Harry actually having a soul and a semblance of empathy, I was overruled.
Despite being heavily under the influence of age-regressing animal crackers which had mentally turned him into a toddler, Rowan was still himself to a degree. Which meant he was back to being our leader. I was sceptical at first, because no matter how many times he insisted he was in fact okay, I couldn’t seem to shake off the feeling that the childish parts of him, the warped parts of his mind which had turned him into a child, were still there.
Even if they were very subtle. I caught him doodling on his clipboard, and much later on, singing to himself with an odd smile on his face he had successfully gaslit Harry and I into believing it was just a coping mechanism. Say what you want about Rowan Atlas, he is damn good at swaying your opinion. Even when we were 100% sure Rowan was not his original self, the guy we had both met at the start of camp.
It was almost like him having two minds. The mind of a child, and the mind of a teenager.
For example, he still ordered us around and attempted to take back his role of leader— which had at least secured some normality back into our lives. But he also hated loud noises, and freaked out every time one of the littles tried to get in. There was also the incident we had agreed not to talk about, because talking about it meant facing the fact that our friend was no longer himself.
It was a hours after Teddy left us in peace. Harry was sleeping, and I was on the cusp of slumber, slipping through more files. Rowan had been oddly quiet. Which wasn’t a Rowan thing. Whether he was mentally a child or a teenager, he was still being loud and obnoxious. I sat up to find him cross-legged, playing with something.
I thought it was a worm at first, but no. It was exactly like what I found at the start of this, an eye attached to a nerve. But this time it was undoubtedly human, and now Rowan’s plaything. When I questioned him, he said he was “studying” it. Though there was definitely a difference between studying something and playing with it. The scary thing was, he saw no wrong in it, holding it in his hands and stripping off the metallic pieces cruelly attached to it.
In the end, I took it from him and stamped on it. Rowan didn’t have the reaction I was expecting. Because he was still hiding behind the façade that his mind hadn’t been warped by de-aging animal crackers.
If that wasn’t bad enough, Eleanor Summers had given me a 24 hour deadline to hand over the boys, and we were well over the limit so an ambush was likely imminent.
I still had so many questions. Why were Rowan, Harry and Carmel so important while the rest of us were seen as nothing but spare parts?
That is what the little bitch said. Now physically eleven years old with the mind of a deranged forty year old scientist, Eleanor told me I was nothing to them but spare parts. God, it’s so weird calling her what she is after looking after her kid self, her fake self, for weeks.
Little Eleanor with her golden pigtails and obsession with teddy bear picnics was in fact a complete fucking sociopath. That much of one in fact, that her and her equally psychotic colleagues who engaged in these experiments had been regressed into little kids inside a rehabilitation camp (Nicknamed: Project Spearhead) which was supposed to fix them and had failed spectacularly. Because they’ve taken over. And this time? We’re the fucking lab rats.
The counselors here at Redwood.
I had seen her adult self being interviewed by mysterious Agent Lemrac, a face behind Project Spearhead, the girl who was far too young to be an agent, and have that kind of authority. Also, someone with a soul—who had a clear biased opinion against the experiments.
Part of me wondered if Lemrac still existed. Maybe she was behind the odd phone calls we kept receiving on an old fashioned rotary phone. With Eleanor’s deadline in mind, the two of us made our journey quick. It wasn’t hard to leave the camp itself. There were guards in the form of Callen and Olive, brainwashed and turned into the kid’s muscle, but they were easy enough to get past as long as we distracted them with something shiny.
They were mentally six-years-old so literally anything grabbed their attention.
I quickly realized my mistake once we managed to escape the camp—Harry in front of me, with me lagging behind. We moved slowly, ducking behind trees and throwing ourselves into the dirt. Very cloak and dagger. It didn’t take us long to slip into the woods. Just past the lake were the exit gates to Redwood which led to a road.
Not exactly civilisation, but I would take it over having my body taken apart for “parts” in these so-called experiments.
When we got to the gate, however, I realized I had given the adults too much fucking credit.
Whoever was in charge of Spearhead clearly did not care about lingering survivors, as long as they were successfully cutting us out from the outside world. And that’s what the giant wall I found myself staring at was, an impossible foot monster towering over us and cementing my earlier thoughts. We were screwed. The woman on the phone had made it clear we were being abandoned, and yet some of me naively held onto them maybe still rescuing us.
“Fuck.” I didn’t know what to do, but kicking the damn thing felt like the right thing. I did, and then regretted it half a second later.
This thing was impenetrable. Impossible to climb unless we had a fucking death-wish.
Blinking at it through fraying sunlight blinding me, the thing almost resembled a mirage. It stood under the sun, a giant roadblock completely blocking us from any form of help.
The sun wasn’t helping, scorching through my shirt. I swiped at my sweaty forehead, unable to resist a frustrated scream I had to muffle-gag with my hand. I risked a look behind us. Thankfully, we were around ten minutes away from the main camp. The lake was nearby glittering under a late afternoon sun, and all I wanted to right then was to wade into the shallows and let the murky water swallow me up. The little shits couldn’t swim, maybe I’d be safe.
“Fuck!”
“This is bad.” Harry Carlisle broke the silence after my frustrated cry. With his eyes glued to the wall, he took off his hat and ran a hand through dark brown curls which were catching the light of the sun, setting strands alight across his forehead. None of us were in great shape after spending days hunkered down in a secret bunker. Harry was no exception.
His short sleeved camp Redwood shirt was still covered with vomit, discoloured with days’ worth of sweat stains and lack of showers.
He bent over, grasping hold of his knees. “What do we do?” I could tell by the tone of his voice he was freaking out, and I didn’t blame him. But Harry was still on my mind.
His signature was undoubtedly all over every Project Spearhead file, despite him repeatedly insisting he had nothing to do with it. At that moment, I could almost believe him. The boy looked exhausted and frustrated, pained.
He surprised me by slipping to his knees and burying his head in the dirt and screaming into rough soil. I was struck, then, by the sudden memory of flames. I had been sitting around campfires for weeks at Redwood, but this one didn’t feel like it took place at camp.
Instead, it felt more personal. I could almost see it, flickering orange sparking at the backs of my eyes and the sour taste of beer in my throat. Like the memory was trying to push itself to the surface. This moment felt nostalgic and yet close—as if it had happened yesterday. Like both the past and present had entangled in one.
If I concentrated I swore I could hear the murmur of voices, phantom laughter in my head and a cool night breeze grazing my cheeks.
“Earth to Josie?”
I snapped out of it quickly. “You’re asking me?” I kicked the dirt again. “I thought Rowan was our camp leader.”
Harry lifted his head after a moment, his eyes flicking to me. “You know he can’t make rash decisions right now.”
“Exactly.” I said. “We both know he’s not back to his normal self. He’s both right now. A little kid, and a teenager.” I shuddered. “I’m sorry, did I forget to mention our so-called head counsellor was playing with a human eye like a fucking cat?”
“Mm."
“Well, why aren’t you taking it seriously?”
Harry’s gaze skated the horizon, cotton candy colored clouds blurring into twilight. “Becauuuse the sun is going to your head.”
I could practically hear his eyes rolling. Harry took three strides towards the wall and pressed his face into rough brick. “So, this is it, right?” He muffled into rough cement. “We are really going to die at fucking summer camp.”
“I’m going to die,” I corrected him. “They want you two and Carmel because apparently you’re special.”
Harry made a scoffing noise into the wall. I was starting to think he was setting up camp there, planning to tell all of his grievances to the cement. “Oh yeah, because that’s a good thing? You’ve seen—no—heard what they’ve done to Teddy and the others, and you think them wanting us for something else is special?” his voice broke a little. “I’d rather have your fate.”
The boy’s words made me realize how little I was compared to the others. While they and Carmel were part of some grand, psychotic scheme, I was just needed for extra bulk. “Why don’t you talk to your friends?” I said, after letting the boy throw several punches into the soil. I wasn’t going to comment on his hits being surprisingly strong enough to shake the ground.
Harry didn’t look at me after calming down, resorting to tracing the earth with the toes of his shoe. “Who?”
"The CIA."
I was surprised by his retort, even if it was equally sarcastic. “Oh, you think I’m in the CIA?” He stepped closer to me, his breath in my face. “In case you haven’t noticed, this is bigger than the CIA. Whoever is in charge of this project is way higher up.”
“So, you’re admitting you’re a sleeper.”
“No, that’s not what I—”
“Then what?” I demanded, cutting him off. “Why are your fingerprints quite literally all over this?”
Harry folded his arms, his expression darkening. "You're still talking about this?" He groaned. “Josie.” He planted his hands on my shoulders. “I am not a spy, okay? Yes, my writing being on those documents was weird, but we’re also dealing with animal crackers which turn us into littles.” His lips curved into the slightest of smirks. “I’m pretty sure it would be easy for a group of scientists to use my writing as some kind of red herring. They’re trying to turn us against each other, obviously. And that’s not going to happen.” He squeezed my shoulders and I felt momentary comfort. I was so tired.
I hadn’t slept properly in days in fear of Eleanor coming to smoke us out—and the urge to just sink into the boy’s chest was suddenly overwhelming. Luckily, I had self-control. I took a step back, and he dropped his arms. “That's sobering, yes,” I said. “But I’m still going to try waking you up with those trigger phrases we found.”
When he tried to speak, I shook my head.
“Like it or not, you’re our only way out.”
I had made it clear several times to the two of them that I had no intention to use the trigger phrases we found taped to the back of the door in the bunker, when searching for more intel. But the more I was really thinking about it, if there were sleeper agents capable of taking down a group of forty-year-old tweens, I had no choice but to at least try. Because it was either that, or I gave the littles what they wanted. The boy’s. Whatever they needed, Rowan, Carmel, and Harry were the keys to their plan.
We needed a miracle, and those trigger phrases were our best shot.
Harry, of course, was against this idea.
He did that thing he always did when he scrunched up his nose and curled his lip. It reminded me of a toddler not getting their way. I saw it exclusively when the littles were taking advantage of his piggybacking service. “Josie, I’m not a fucking spy!”
"You could be." I said stiffly. "And until we figure out what is going on with you, I don't trust you. You said it yourself. Your writing was all over the kid's files, so at some point, regardless of you remembering or not, you have been part of this project.”
“So, why did you bring me out here?” He inclined his head. “You don’t trust me and yet you bring me on your little mission to find an exit.”
I shrugged. “I was partly hoping we would be attacked and your natural instincts would kick in.”
“So, I’m your lab-rat?”
“Partially.”
Harry did the scrunchy-nose thing again. “What the fuck, dude?!”
He looked like he was going to argue before deciding against it. Instead, he slipped on his raybans and gestured behind me with a sigh.
"We should probably get going before those little freaks come looking for us and realize we’ve left our safehouse.” I didn’t know how to explain and put into words that to survive we had to try everything—and if there was a slither of a chance that Harry really was some kind of sleeper agent, I was going to take advantage of that. I hadn’t forgotten about Carmel, Callan, and Olive. Rowan too, no matter how screwed up he was. I was counting on getting all of us out. I turned on my heel and started to head back to camp. I didn’t look at him because doing that would make me weak.
“Right. Let’s go.”
There was something going at the camp when we got back. I was startled by an intense blue light illuminating from the lunch cabin, and I had half a mind to turn and run. Then the screams started. Just like Teddy, they sounded both human and not, a horrifying mix of man and machine wailing for death. I found myself paralysed, crouched behind Cassie’s cabin, their phantom screams rattling my skull sending my thoughts into overdrive. “Josie.” I felt warm fingers wrap around my elbow and pull me back. Harry was thankfully there, dragging me away before I could expose us. It was enough to snap me out of it. Enough to drive me into fight or flight.
When we made it back to Allison’s cabin, Rowan was sleeping. He had conked out halfway through a pack of gummy worms. I spent the next few hours going through each trigger phrase written on the yellow sticky note we found taped to the door. I figured if we were going to try and wake Harry up, he would have to be restrained in case he was triggered to hurt us or even himself. “Is this really necessary?”
“Yes.” I said, squinting at the third trigger phrase. The two of us were sitting cross-legged in front of each other. Harry, breathing heavily, and me, trying to make myself calm. Harry pulled gingerly at the jump-rope restraints we had managed to loop around his wrists. I was expecting something out of him, but all I got were his wide eyes staring back at me.
The latest phrase was twisting my brain. It sounded like a kid’s book. I took a deep breath.
“Green Tigers Do Not Live Independently.”
Harry didn’t move, making a deal of blinking rapidly back at me. “No, I mean,” he gestured to his arms pinned behind his back. “Why did you have to make them so tight?"
“Because you’re a spy, dude.” Rowan had woken up, intrigued by my attempts to wake up a possible sleeper. He was pretending to go through the Eleanor Summers footage again, but the boy was clearly invested in what we were doing. Sitting slumped in the spinning chair, he leaned his fist on his chin. There were various things about Rowan I wanted to point out, but I was too scared to. The tips of his fingers were still stained red, and I had no idea if it was new or old. Rowan Atlas used to be the one guy at camp I used to think looked older than he was—and acted older than he was.
Instead of taking part in camp activities, he chose to sit on a branch and read pretentious classics. Yeah. He was one of THOSE guys. The slight stubble on his chin would definitely get him served alcohol, and his intelligence and quick-thinking would easily sway you if you were sceptical. Now he was the complete opposite. Maybe I was imagining things, but he had definitely gotten younger in the face, even if it was just a year or two.
I am not talking about his appearance, however. Rowan’s mentality was drastically different from the guy who held crisis meetings and ordered all of us around like we were his own children. This guy had a certain childish twinkle in his eye when I happened to catch it, a twitch in his lips which was constantly a wide smile like he was constantly seeing butterflies. Before being force-fed animal crackers, the guy had maintained his hair and hygiene no matter what happened. Now, he looked like he’d been dragged through a forest. Literally. There was still grass and leaves caught in his sandy hair, his camp Redwood shirt torn in odd places.
He yawned, curling up on the chair, apparently getting comfy. “No hard feelings, but we gotta keep you under investigation. Like Josie said, your name was all over those shady documents.”
Even his voice was different. I couldn’t call it a squeak, but it was close enough to one.
“I’m not a spy,” Harry grumbled, ducking his head. “I think I would know if I was—what, some kind of government agent?”
“That’s the whole point of them,” Rowan, still with lingering childish traits, winked at him. “They don’t know either.” He raised his hand and mimed the finger guns, protruding them into his temples and pretending to pull the trigger. Adapting a storytelling tone, he lowered his voice to a whisper. Like he was talking to the kids.
“They can live their whole lives without realizing.” I could tell from his tone he was getting excited with the idea of sleeper agents. Maybe it was a kid thing. Rowan sat up straight with wide eyes. “Cruelly brainwashed by a secret organisation at a young age and turned into super soldiers, these guys have no family. No friends.” His gaze flicked to Harry, his lips twitching into a teasing grin. “Only the insatiable urge to kill and follow orders. They don’t have brains to feel or emotions. And that?”
He did a dramatic spin on the chair. I could tell he was revelling in the look of horror on Harry’s face. “That is the most dangerous thing about them. The inability to have free will. Because what happens when they come face to face with people they used to love? People from their old life?”
With both of us enthralled in his speech, the boy smirked. “They kill them. Family members and friends. With one simple order? BAM.” Harry jumped, and I am ashamed to say I did too. Rowan blew his imaginary finger guns. “With one single and yet perfect headshot, it’s allll over. There’s blood EVERYWHERE. There’s brains!” He giggled. “Brains! And it’s like, sooo gross.”
With the way he kept adding to his story, getting progressively more excited and practically vibrating in the chair, the boy was reminding me more and more of my little sister. Which terrified me. Because if this was him back to himself, was this his new normal?
“Rowan, stop.” It took every ounce of my being not to yell at him. “You’re acting like a fucking child.” I was frowning at a sign on the wall warning us to ‘mind our head’. It wasn’t even a low ceiling, and yet that was the fourth time I had seen that sign.
Harry looked mildly horrified. Usually, he was the one who told the ghost stories. I could tell even he was questioning his own identity at that moment, and I paused interrogating him with phrases. “I’m sorry, but who out of us ate our weight in animal crackers?”
“Against my will.” Rowan yawned again, doing another spin on the chair. I had to turn around and shoot him a glare. “That’s the second time you’ve thrown me being turned into a kid in my face. Which is not fair. Did I ask to be stuffed full of poison?"
“Well, you didn’t exactly fight against Eleanor.”
“I was tied up, asshole—and I’m pretty you were in la-la land at that point.”
“I’m allergic to peanut butter, so no,” Harry rolled his eyes. “I snapped out of it when my body reminded me.”
“That sounds like a you problem, dude.”
Harry groaned, tipping his head back. “Holy shit, Rowan. You used to be cool and now you’re like an annoying little brother.”
“Touché.”
“Shut up. Both of you.” I found my voice, grabbing a pen and scribbling out the first line of trigger phrases which were a no-go.
“Rowan, annoyingly, is right.” I said, ignoring the guy’s noise of glee. If he kept spinning around on that chair, I was going to kill him.
The blur of movement at the corner of my eye was driving me mad. Focusing on Harry, I took a break from the trigger phrases for a moment, poking him in the cheek. It was supposed to be light-hearted, but the guy looked offended.
“For the third time, we can’t ignore that at some point you have signed off on all of those files, which means you were part of Spearhead.” I shrugged. “I’m not saying you are, but we have to be smart if we’re going to survive against a group of deranged scientists.”
Rowan chuckled. “What she saiiiiiid.”
"Why aren't we paying attention to the guy who clearly has allegiance to those freaks?” Harry stuck out his tongue at Rowan, which was surprising on multiple levels. Wasn’t he supposed to be the normal one? “Aren't you their favorite counselor?"
"I was literally mind controlled by preservatives, asshole," Rowan shot back. "And I'm not the only one. You and Carmel are on their radar too."
"Yeah, but we’re not the ones playing with eyes.”
"I'm too tired to argue with you." The boy responded in a yawn, cuddling into the chair armrest like a cat. “Also… you’re a noodlehead.”
“Ignore him.” I told Harry. “Just focus on me, alright? You have to look at me.”
“I am!”
“It’s time to make the donuts.” I articulated it perfectly.
Harry surprised me with a laugh. “That one can’t be real.”
“It is. Shush.” I cleared my throat. “The strawberry moon will rise in July.” When nothing happened, I frowned. “Maybe I’m not saying them right.” I peered at the next one, mentally speaking it and then muttering it to myself to get an idea of the tone.
“Or,” Harry shrugged, pulling at his restraints. “I’m just spit-balling here, but maybe I’m NOT a secret government sleeper agent after all?”
“Be mindful of the deep ravine.” This time I practically shouted it in his face, only to get his wide smile in return.
“Josie, this isn’t working.”
“It will.” I was growing increasingly more frustrated. “Just try and listen to them, okay? Don’t push them out.”
I tried one more time, leaning close and scrunching up the sticky note in my hand. Harry’s expression stayed stoic, though from the contortions in his forehead and the twitch in his lips he was trying so hard not to laugh. “It looks like it will rain tonight.”
I was surprised, then, when Rowan jolted in the chair suddenly. He lifted his head, his eyes wide. I was seeing him back to his usual self for the flicker of a second, his expression contorted with fright, lips curling into a scowl. “Do you guys smell that?”
“Smell what?” I sniffed the air, but there was nothing which was out of the ordinary. I had grown used to the combined stink of our body odour.
Rowan wrinkled his nose. He sat up straighter. “That.” He whispered. “It smells like… burning.”
I opened my mouth to ask what he meant before Harry went stiff suddenly. I sensed his entire body seem to brace itself. His eyes hardened. “Untie me.” He said in a croak.
When my shaking hands went to the boy’s restraints, his were balled into fists. I glimpsed muscles bulging through the back of his shirt and forearms. His demeanour reminded me of an animal growing territorial. “Something is… wrong,” he said in a sharp breath. Harry’s frightened eyes found mine. “Wrong.” He said again, blinking rapidly. “Something is...wr–wrong. ” When I pulled the last of the rope from his arms, Rowan shocked me with a piercing cry which sent him tumbling off of the chair, his trembling hands planted over his ears, lips carved into an O.
His eyes were wide with terror, with agony I couldn't understand. Childish terror. Which catapulted him back to his real age.
Before I could hesitate, I was crawling over to him, attempting to snap the boy out of it. But he was inconsolable, his eyes almost unseeing, his body contorting with every shriek. It took me a moment to realize Harry was the same. But instead of a piercing shriek of a scream, he was wailing into his knees, as if to escape something.
His body seemed to jolt left and right, like he was being electrocuted. When I saw glimpses of sharp red pooling between his fingers and down the back of his neck, something sickly crept up my throat. Rowan was somehow worse, his whole face contorting like it was it's own separate being, rivulets of intense red dripping from his nose and mouth, and staining his hands desperately pressed over his ears.
It was a synchronised cry, I realized, after concluding that no matter what I did, I couldn't save them.
It was a sound only they could hear, a high-pitched screech like a dog-whistle which was only affecting them. It was the kids, I thought. Surely. If they could disembowel counselors, I was sure they would have no problem engineering a sound which would only affect certain people.
Stumbling back, I had two choices. I could either try and help them, try and block out this phantom noise slowly killing them-- or I could leave them and find a safer place. With that choice in my mind, I barely noticed the phone begin to ring under Allison's desk.
That same old fashioned trilling rang in my head, and I managed to reach under and grab the receiver, my heart in my throat. "Please." I managed to squeak out, trying to ignore Harry, who was trying to rip out his hair, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. I saw the whites, blood vessels popping one by one.
When he crumpled to the ground, I thought he was dead. But his wails continued into the floor, and I wanted them to stop. I wanted him to die because I couldn’t stand hearing him screaming for help which wasn’t coming. I couldn't help them, and it was killing me. The kids were clearly trying to smoke us out, this time targeting the boy’s. Still though, I had my secret weapon. The Spearhead project.
"There are three of us left," I panted down the phone. "You have to help us. I am at Camp Redwood. You need to get us out of here. Do you hear me? You need to get us out–"
“Attempts to fix the current situation have been unsuccessful, Miss Greenfield," the woman with the British accent's voice came through in a rush of static, cutting me off. Her voice was monotone, and I wondered if she was in fact a programmed bot.
"All efforts for manual activation have failed from the disaster zone. The signal appears to have been sabotaged. I repeat. The E.485 frequency has been sabotaged. Designated models 0115, 0116, and 0118 are now officiated as being faulty and are no longer needed for protocol 9AXC5. Please stand by for standard protocol deactivation. Thank you for your service. Agent Salta. Agent Elsilrac. Agent Lemrac.”
My grip loosened on the phone, and I felt my legs started to give-way. "You're the one doing this to them?”
When Rowan dropped to his knees, blood dripping from his nose, my stomach jumped into my throat. There was no way. I figured it was an attack from the kids, but I was wrong. Instead, this sound, this frequency, was coming from the phone.
I thought back to the video footage. Agent Lemrac interviewing Eleanor Summers. Harry's signature on the paperwork. “Can you… say that again?” I heard myself say in a breath. But the dead ringing tone was already clanging in my skull, a robotic countdown laced within the static. I grabbed the pen I had been writing with, scribbling those names down, my hands shaking.
“Preparing emergency shutdown protocol. Thank you for your service, Agent Salta, Elsilrac, Lemrac.” The voice continued, which was just another stab in the gut. I heard Salta before. I heard Lemrac. But writing them down, I realized what they meant.
Salta.
Elsilrac.
Lemrac.
I was a fucking idiot. No wonder the littles wanted them and Carmel— why they were so important to their plan. Slowly, I could feel myself start to crumble. The phone slipped from my clammy hands, but I could still hear the woman beginning an emergency shut down.
I didn’t feel the impact when my knees hit the ground, but I did start to sense something twisted and sour tickling the back of my nose and throat. By the time I had noticed it, it was already choking the bunker. But somehow, I didn’t care about the stars in my eyes or my own blood being projected onto my hands with every wet sounding cough exploding from my lungs. I could still hear their names, and every time I said each of them, more and more of me shattered.
Atlas.
Carlisle.
Carmel.
“18…”
“17…”
“16…”
“15…”
Laying on my back while my head spun, I was partially aware the boy’s screaming had cut off.
Instead, they were just sitting there, eyes wide and unseeing, the blankest I had ever seen them. There was so much blood running down their faces, and I imagined something rooted inside of them tearing their minds apart from the inside. Letting out another strangled cough, which was definitely biological warfare courtesy of the kids (not enough to kill, but definitely a warning not to fuck with them) my gaze flicked across the bunker, taking everything in. The paperwork we had been going through. The chair Rowan had been spinning around on. The ropes Harry’s arms had been entangled in. I was frowning at the walls, and then the ceiling.
“Please mind your head when you step down the stairs.”
Drinking in the words slowly, my cotton candy thoughts imploding into one blurry mess.
But then I was a little more awake, this time turning my gaze to the wall where the same sign had been taped to the wall. Please mind your head when you step down the stairs. And… there it was again, taped to the desk, and underneath the laptop. Hidden in plain sight. It had been there all along, and yet I only realised when I wasn't thinking about it, when my mind was being suffocated. Something seemed to snap inside of me, and I sat up, driven by pure adrenaline. With one hand pressed over my mouth and nose, I forced myself into a sitting position and dragged myself to Harry, whose head was lolled at an unnatural angle, his eyes closed.
Part of me wanted to smash up the phone, knowing what these bastards had done to their sleeper agents now they were no longer usable. The boy almost resembled a doll. Was this the so-called sleeper which had been planted inside Redwood? Empty eyes, empty everything. He was like a shell with a human face. No better than Eleanor's experiments.
When I grabbed hold of his arms, I had to hold him steady, his body cut from these puppet strings which had held him. “Harry.” I could barely speak, my voice more of a croak. I knew he was awake and aware, but a singeing, almost burning smell was coming from directly inside his head as blood ran from his nostrils in shades of red and pink. Now I knew what the burning was when I pressed my face against his and sucked in a lungful of poisoned air. It was him. He was a defect being set alight from the inside. “You need to look at me, okay?”
When he didn’t, instead crumbling in my arms, I struggled to hold him upright. Twisting my head to Rowan, he seemed in a better state—kind of. At least he was still sitting straight.
My last words were barely audible. “Please mind your head when you step down the—” no sooner had the words left my mouth before the sounds of footsteps coming from above, the unmistakable murmur of giggling getting closer and closer. Harry dropped to the ground like he had been severed from his puppet strings.
I wasn’t aware when I slipped to the floor, whatever had filled my lungs finally taking its toll. Through flickering eyes, I could see our barricade being blown through, the ground rumbling beneath me, throwing me into something warm.
Rowan.
His body was curled up against the wall, haemorrhaging from the ears.
It was only when I was truly taking in the stink curling in the back of my nose and throat as Eleanor Summer’s mechanical grin popped out of nowhere, when I realized I had smelled it before. I had choked on it before. The circle of kids looming above me let out a shrill squeak of, “Found you!” while I found the dark, and beyond that, a memory I thought was a dream.
Firelight flickered in the backs of my eyelids. The blur of orange and shadowy smoke was mesmerising. I stared real hard at the fire like I was told to, at smouldering shades of yellow and orange colliding, thick black smoke billowing into the air while our faces illuminated the circle. I tightened my grip on my beer, swallowing another mouthful. It was cheap shit, but had just enough burn to get me tipsy. I felt good at that moment. Relaxed.
My head was starting to spin, but it was the good spinning, like I was going round and around on a carousel. I wasn't sure why I felt apprehension at the moment.
It was just a game, right? So, why did I want to jump up and go home? Why did I want to squeeze my eyes shut? Milo's words rattled in my skull as I squinted into the fire. "Come forth, those who are no longer with us." Ghosts weren't real, I thought dizzily. They couldn't be.
Not when science and logic existed. However, when the flames began to grow increasingly more erratic, I couldn't resist leaning forward, and... there. Something warm crept its way up my throat.
There was a shadow twisted in the smoke, a very human-like thing stepping directly from the trees, from the hollowed darkness I had been too scared to fully take in-- finding solace in flickering and illuminated sparks spitting from the fire. The others started to murmur to each other as the thing took a step out of the trees. Clea shuffled back with a cry, and Milo and JJ turned twin shades of sickly pale. It was a guy.
Older, by maybe a year. Shaggy reddish hair tied into a loose ponytail. His clothes were a simple leather jacket and jeans, but looking at his face, he was bruised, every part of him exhausted and battered. His eyes, when I caught them, were nothing but twin pools of oblivion glaring back at us.
"Holy fuck." Milo hissed out. “I didn't think that would actually work!" Downing his beer, he whooped. "Alright! Name, age, occupation, and..."
His lips quirked into a grin. "How you died, man!”
The guy inclined his head, his mouth curling into the start of an amused smile. "I'm not a ghost, Jackass."
His British accent was jarring.
"And?" Milo leaned back, crossing his legs. "Play along, bro. Or I call the cops and tell 'em a grown ass man is fucking with some minors."
"But he looks our age," Clea hummed. "And he's kinda cute."
"I don't give a fuck," Milo's eyes were hard. "State your truth, or I get my dad on the line."
The guy rolled his eyes, raising both arms like he was surrendering. "Samuel Joseph Wilder," he surprised me by responding. Now that I looked at him, this guy definitely was not dead. Unless dead people carried a gun latched to their belt, and a cheap iPhone sticking from their jeans pocket. "Nineteen years old." He shrugged. "I guess you could say I'm an ex-student."
He paused, and I caught emotion flicker across his face, his hands balling into fists. "I was killed– no, murdered, by my town."
Milo leaned back, cracking open another beer and taking a sip. Clea leaned closer to him, her eyes wide. “Playing along, huh? I like it. State your truth."
The guy nodded, lowering his arms. His dark eyes flicked to each of us, drinking all of us in. “I just escaped from a secret government facility doubling as a summer camp which has converted half of my town’s kids into mindless super soldiers.”
There was a pause, before Clea burst into nervous giggles. Milo cocked his head. “I said state your truth, not plagiarise The Hunger Games.”
Ignoring Milo, the guy turned his eyes to me. "Josie Greenfield?" He took a step forward before seemingly deciding against it. I didn't move or speak, my heart in my throat. I didn't have to reply. This strange boy continued, his lips curling. "You're going to die tonight, Josie."
At that moment, I realized why I had been feeling nauseous all night. Why my mind had been anticipating something all day, and why, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't brush off his words. Maybe part of me was expecting this.
The stranger's tone was too cold to ignore, the state of him too real to brush off as a joke.
Suddenly, it was just me, him, and fate itself glaring down on us, my life as I knew it exploding into nothing in the charred remains of the dying fire.
His voice echoed in my head, collapsing into white noise, when I noticed how truly inhuman he looked. I fully took him in, illuminated in firelight. "If you don't get the fuck out of this town, you are going to have the same fate as me."
…
I’m going to go out on a whim and say it’s… not 2018 and I’ve been at Camp Redwood for way longer than I realized?

Hey guys, so I started using Blender not so long ago and started with the donut and am now following some of Blender Gurus tutorials but I feel that I am not learning what I need to learn for what I want to do.
My goal for using blender is to be able to create trippy animations that I can afterwards use for videomapping and projecting on my art. My art is very precise and I draw everything on Autocad so I have exact measurements and shape on the surface I want to project.
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This is an example of my art
My question is then, am I going the right path to learn how to do these animations (not the mapping or projecting part) or is there anything else I should focus on, maybe a course that I can go?
If you have any recommended tutorials on youtube that you can share that would also be much appreciated
To get an idea of what the final goal is you can check this video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9yGpUMoOz0

Hi, I have a crossword I've set (my very first!). I did it by finding an already completed non-cryptic grid I found on google images and then I made new clues for the answers (so perhaps not counted as a fully set crossword in that I borrowed a completed grid!). I would love to share it with you all to get your feedback but I'm not having much luck finding a way of getting it online to then share such that it could have that neat check/reveal functionality I'm seeing in others' POTD posts. Do you know of a platform that could help me out? (I've tried various but either failing to find one which will let me create my own grid, or with ones that seem to allow this (e.g. amuselabs) I'm failing to understand the interface. If not, OK to just share a picture of the grid and clues (and then maybe the answers too but hidden?). Thanks so much for your help.

PART 2:
I got another sticky note…. It was on the driver’s side window of my car this time. I’d just clocked out to go on my lunch break, and now eating was the last thing on my mind. If anything, I wanted to retch up all of the contents of this morning’s breakfast. This time instead of the usual yellow sticky note, it was blue.
“You look lovely in blue.”
My hands shook as I clenched the note between trembling fingers. I was wearing a cornflower blue dress today. Balling the little paper in my fist, I threw it on the ground and stomped on it with my heel. I was tired of looking over my shoulder. I was tired of being anxious. I was tired of being on edge all the time. There had to be a way to figure out who was doing this. Getting these sticky notes was almost like Chinese water torture - small and insignificant, but mentally taxing over time. Each sticky note I received was slowly eating away at my sanity, and if I didn't get a grip, I was afraid I was going to lose my mind. Just to be safe, I hastily scanned my surroundings before doing the same with the inside of my car. Once the coast was clear, I unlocked the door and settled into my seat. I’ve actually been compiling a list of things I think might help me uncover this “sticky note stalker”.
1.) I was convinced that it was a “he”. Maybe…? The handwriting was nothing elegant. No loops, or swirls or curly q’s. Quite the opposite really. The writing was always in black pen and always written in all caps. And it was always pretty thick? Maybe like he wrote with a heavy hand? And the pen itself might have been a felt tip? It didn’t look anything like how a ballpoint pen might write, gliding across the paper in smooth thin lines.
2.) I’ve received a total of 12 sticky notes and they have always been yellow… Except for today?
3.) The majority of them have been posted on my refrigerator.
4.) He knows where I live… And where I work.
5.) He’s smart enough to be sporadic when it comes to the day and time he leaves them, but up until today, he had enough of a pattern that I could follow where he would put them at least. They were either stuck to my refrigerator or my bathroom mirror. Now… I’m not really sure what to think? This is the first time I’ve received one from outside of my apartment.
Looking at the crumpled piece of blue laying on the ground just outside my car, something inside of me urged me to look at it just one more time. Cracking open my car door, I reached out and snatched it up. Closing the door, I locked it and then unrolled the paper. My eyes scanned over it again. This time, I noticed something strange. On the corner of the sticky note was a weird little arrow shaped marking? My finger traced the marking searching for an answer. When I pulled my fingertip away from the paper though, black ink followed. This was fresh… Not enough to smear when I crumpled the paper, but enough that when I pressed my fingertips to the lines, it spread across the pad of my finger. A mixture of fear and paranoia gripped me and refused to let go. My eyes darted around the parking garage again. Was he in one of the other cars watching me? Had he already fled? My mind was a train flying off the rails and it was almost too hard to keep up. More importantly though, what was that marking on the corner of this sticky note… And did the others bear the same marks?
Shoving the sticky note into my purse, I drove back home and locked the door behind me. My chest heaved as I fought to catch my breath. I know for sure that I raced past two tenants having a conversation on the stairs, and I’m sure they thought I looked positively mad running across the parking lot like my clothes were on fire. What his intentions were exactly, I had no clue, but I did know that none of his notes had been… Threatening yet? If anything, they were just unsettling. Kicking off my heels, I ran into my room and yanked open my bedside drawer. Pilfering through the various sticky notes, I pulled them all out and laid them on my bed. None of them shared any kind of resemblance to the blue one. I felt like I’d hit a dead end until my eyes zeroed in on something that made my blood run cold. There in the very corner of the sticky note closest to me were some very small dots and…dashes? Not enough to notice when you read them individually, but together… Hurriedly, my eyes scanned over all of them. Only four contained these strange marks. None of them seemed to match up with the blue sticky note though? Confusion curled around my thoughts. Perhaps he’s been leaving me hints? Little bread crumbs… Did he want me to find him? Were these markings just ink splatters though? Maybe I was reading too much into it? Or was this whole thing a game to him… Looking at the markings again, I tried to piece it all together, but I just couldn’t figure it out. What did these four sticky notes have in common with my most recent one? Or were these two different messages all together?
I don’t know if this makes sense to any of you, but I just have this overwhelming feeling that the markings aren’t a coincidence (connected or not). They’ve got to mean something…Right? Here are the dots and dashes I found on the four sticky notes. I’ve written them in the order I received the sticky notes. Maybe some of you can help me make sense of this? I should have taken a picture of all of them before I left to go to work this morning, but maybe I can attach those pictures to my next post. Perhaps I should just play him at his own game… Leave him a sticky note of his own?
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If you missed PART 1: https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/142g5t2/i\_think\_ive\_got\_a\_stalker\_and\_he\_sends\_me\_sticky/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3

Books sat all around the Choir, who were mental hospital patients magically shaped as ravens. I was the first to take human form, as my raven's eye spotted what I hoped was ours. It was one book among many, but it was also Circe's diary. As a man I could thumb the pages.
We had come in through the open window of the room of the manor that held so many books. I'd noticed the old diary right away and begun to read it while the ravens shifted from void travelers to humans.
I frowned, realizing it was just a record of all of her lovers. An impressive body count of seventy-seven, I noted her notation on the last page. Then a chill ran through my blood. The sorcerer in me knew something about them.
"Cory, what sort of magic can be divided into parts, among lovers?" I asked.
"I have no idea, my Lord." Cory looked at the book. "A diary?"
"Yes. Circe's diary, but I suspect it is more than that. She had a second use for these creeps. I bet we could find something." I decided. The fortunate find was only a promise. I had no idea if there was useful magic or not. Whatever magic she had hidden would be worth hiding, obviously.
The others shambled past me and Cory in their open straight jackets and bathrobes and hospital gowns. They had all sorts of weapons: clubs, a broken bottle, a claw pincher and an uzi. I had my staff, carved from the unstable and formless magic between worlds into a proper weapon.
We needed our weapons, dried zombies stood in our way, shuffling among the books. Magical slaves, living corpses. They were still dangerous and had to be destroyed.
For a moment the dead stood in our path, their eyes shimmering blankly in the shadows. They regarded us, the intruders, then began to shuffle towards us. I felt a chill of revulsion at the sight of corpses walking and gagged on their stench. I'd seen far worse, but one never truly gets used to such things.
A loud rapid clapping noise and the merry tinkle of bullet casings erupted from the uzi. It was pretty ineffective. The rest of the Choir brandished their weapons and strode forward like the maniacs they were. Even Scarlet was in the mood to kill something and she tore apart more than one of the shambling dead.
She looked at me and I caught a gleam in her eye of psychotic delight. Some nervous feeling always rose up in me since the first time I had met her. Somehow the shift from a helpless hitchhiker to a hook handed murderer always caught me off guard.
When we'd finished killing the dead we sorted our way out from the books.
Time seemed distorted. How things played out always felt surreal as we partially entered entirely different worlds than our own. There was always a dreamlike perspective, as though I were merely an actor under observation rather than a participant. I often had to remind myself of the grim reality I was trapped in.
I had lost count of the rare artifacts we had stolen for Aureus and the worlds we had invaded and brought death and horror to. I loathed all of it, feared there was no salvation after my numerous misdeeds. What choice did I have?
I led the Choir through the manor, watching myself do so.
There were other servants, just as ghoulish as the dried zombies. We killed everything we met until we got to the master bedroom. The safe was too big to take with us.
"Cater?" I asked our safecracker. She was also totally nuts. Her wild eyes rolled around and beheld the safe as though pretending she hadn't noticed it. Her fake response of joy wasn't really fake, she was actually happy.
"Gots." She whispered and went to work on the safe. The Choir stood around breathing too loudly for her and drooling. Eventually she got it open and took out the green gem. It sparkled evilly. Circe's Emerald.
"Let's go." I said and we all returned to the books and found the ġedwimor was shimmering visibly where we could revert to ravens that could fly home. We leapt through it and into flight. Our rave cast the shadow of one great bird. The magics welcomed us, living and enchanted creatures that we were, and insane. Across worlds and time we flew back to our home.
At Dellfriar we arrived. Except I had finally found my way out. Aureus somehow knew before I did that I held the key to my escape. It was in Circe's Diary that the clue existed. There was more to her spell than turning the enlightened into ravens.
I dreamed of the unkindness of ravens watching me. Cory asked me in the dream:
"How many pigs are on her island?"
I began to count them and I took a step with each number. By the seventy-seventh step I was asleep again, within the dream. I looked at my sleeping form in the dreamscape, surrounded by pigs and watched by ravens. I was looking down from a great distance, it suddenly seemed, and then I was looking up from far below.
"Where are we?" I asked Cory. I stared at my crow and he seemed to be smiling. It was the dream that made it seem so.
"Seventy-seven steps to the bottom, my Lord." Cory advised me. "And each must be counted."
"Those were pigs." I pointed out.
"Pigs that were once men. Each of them descended further, marking a fraction of the way. Love is a journey, a dreamy journey, ever downwards." Cory chirped.
"What about the exact number?" I wondered. To a crow, numbers were more symbolic than literal.
"It's just a number of stairs leading into the dream lands. It means nothing." Cory sounded playful. Cory had learned that numbers were literal to humans. It amused him that I was confused.
"But the number of Circe's lovers?" I asked.
"Of course, they are permanently under her control. They made a bargain, surrendering their bodies. Each of them counts as the descent to the bottom. Their blood and hers is mixed. The blood of her lover's, her blood, they are helpless to her will." Cory explained. I was glad I had read so many books with my crow that we both knew the answers when we met in Dream.
"Where is she?" I sat up from the blue clouds and looked around. As I focused I found I was on an island. What I imagined Circe's prison to look like.
Someone spoke to me:
"You use my spell on yourself. A wereraven, part of a rave of lunatics just like yourself. You have stolen my emerald?" I heard the soft voice of a delicate female. I turned around and saw her there. She was staring at me, her eyes looked curious and a little hurt.
"I stole it for Aureus. They're making a weapon, and your emerald is a suitable component." I explained.
"Aureus?" Circe seemed somehow both amused and irritated at-once. "Neither a man nor a woman. Neither a human nor a creature of magic. Not a young soul nor an old one."
"The same." I sighed in sympathetic exasperation.
"You work for me now. You will steal my emerald from this weapon. You will seal Aureus in a moment stolen from the wheel upon which the ages turn. A moment among the aeons that never was and never will be." Circe smiled strangely for me. I sensed that to her victims she seemed irresistible. I found her charms to be crocodilian.
"You are right." I agreed with her. "We have searched for a long time for a way to defeat Aureus."
"Was the answer..." Circe started to ask a question and then paused for emphasis: "Right in front of you all along?"
"We thought that dying might be the answer. If we were dead we couldn't serve Aureus." Cory sounded cheerful and perky, like he was telling a very funny joke.
"Life." Circe swore. "Life is the answer. You are life from me. You wield my powers with ease, Greatson." Circe's smile looked maternal. It occurred to me that I was immune to her charms because I was her descendant only after I heard her say those words.
"You're my Lord's ancestor?" Cory cleverly surmised. "No wonder he is so valuable to Aureus. I thought it was strange that such a powerful sorcerer required help from my Lord!" Cory cawed with hilarity. The revelation held layers of humor for my crow, who felt like explaining further: "You know, because it is so funny. My Lord would be the last choice of most competent magic users. We've routinely made mistakes that could only be made during the hour that is reserved for amateurs!"
Circe tried to hide her amusement. "I'm sure my Greatson is learning. Even I managed to make a few embarrassing mistakes in my youth."
"Really?" I asked.
"No." Circe smiled. "I'm just trying to make you feel better."
"We shall know the plan?" I interrupted. Circe was standing before me, the short distance between us meant nothing in Dream. She looked serious as she drew upon my eyelids. I could watch her do so with my eyes closed.
Then I awoke in the dream I had descended from. I was again among the pigs and the ravens. From there I shook myself awake in the real world. For a moment I was tempted to shake myself again. Fear that I might wake up in a higher place from which I wouldn't be able find sleep made me hesitate.
"Do you recall the dream we have had, my Lord?" Cory asked.
"About Circe being my great grandma? With a few more 'greats'?" I answered rhetorically.
"Yes. She put a spell on you. Can you see anything that you couldn't?" Cory asked.
I blinked and looked around. For just an instant, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Aureus somewhere else in Dellfriar and busy with the artifact's assembly. Several components were still missing - though.
The theft of Circe's Emerald and the escape from Dellfriar had many outcomes. There is only one that I survived. Only one version that can be reassembled from the chaos of so many worlds collapsing inward, so many realities becoming undone. Circe was right, it was only life - the deepest magic I knew of.
Inspiration came with my new perception. I could see the path ahead of me. I could see that there was only one version in which I survived and escaped. If I had done anything differently, the butterflies of death would have touched me.
I saw the window of opportunity and I knew every step I had to take. I took my bag and my staff, collecting the implements of my magical heists into the bag. I clicked my tongue and my crow alighted upon my shoulder.
With a cunning plan in mind, I ventured into the heart of Aureus's lair alone. The dimly lit chamber was filled with intricate machinery and arcane devices. I could sense the pulsating energy of Circe's Emerald, beckoning to me from its secure pedestal.
Taking utmost care to avoid detection, I stealthily maneuvered through the labyrinthine corridors, relying on my years at Dellfriar as a master thief. The shadows embraced me, concealing my presence from any wandering guards or surveillance systems that may have kept sentinel.
As I reached the chamber, I surveyed the room for any potential traps or alarms. It seemed Aureus had grown complacent, perhaps underestimating the audacity of a lone infiltrator. With a wry smile, I knew this was my moment to strike.
Silently, I approached the pedestal housing the emerald. It radiated a mesmerizing glow, casting ethereal patterns on the walls. Carefully, I retrieved a set of specialized tools from my bag: a combination of lockpicks and arcane implements.
I began to work my way through the security measures protecting Circe's Emerald. Each lock and enchantment posed a challenge, but my skilled hands moved with precision and finesse. The emerald's aura seemed to dance in anticipation, as if recognizing the touch of someone who understood its power.
Minutes stretched into eternity as I delicately dismantled the final obstacle. With a soft click, the emerald was finally free from its confinements. Holding it delicately in my gloved hand, I could feel the vibrant energy coursing through my fingertips.
But my mission was not yet complete. I had to make my escape undetected, evading any Choir or enchantments that may lie in my path. The emerald, now securely concealed within a specially crafted case, remained a beacon of power.
Slinking through the shadows, I retraced my steps, navigating the treacherous corridors with the precision of a phantom. Every movement was calculated, every sound muffled, ensuring that my presence went unnoticed.
As I emerged from the depths of Aureus's lair, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins. I had accomplished what seemed impossible: an audacious heist of Circe's Emerald from under the nose of a powerful adversary.
With the emerald secured, I vanished into the night, leaving no trace of my daring feat behind. The power of Circe's Emerald now resided in my possession, a relic of immense potential. Its fate, and the choice of how to wield its formidable magic, rested solely in my hands.
Little did Aureus or The Choir suspect that their plans had been quietly usurped. The heist had been a success, an act of cunning and skill that would alter the course of their intricate dance. In the shadows, I contemplated my next move, knowing that the emerald would grant me the power to shape destiny itself.
As I reached the top of the castle, a gust of wind tousled my hair, carrying with it the whispered echoes of Aureus's approach. I could sense their presence, their energy tinged with frustration and anger. It was clear they had discovered the theft of Circe's Emerald and were now in hot pursuit.
Just as I was about to invoke the ancient spell, the very same one that had allowed Circe's spellbound to transform into ravens and traverse the realms, Aureus materialized before me. Their form exuded an aura of authority and power, yet beneath the surface, I could sense their desperation.
"You dare to steal from me?" Aureus's voice reverberated with a mix of fury and disbelief. "That emerald holds powers beyond your comprehension. Return it to me now, and perhaps I shall spare your wretched existence."
I stood on the edge of the castle, the vast expanse stretching out before me. Time and space awaited, ready to be conquered by the wings of the raven. With unwavering resolve, I met Aureus's gaze and spoke with conviction.
"The emerald has chosen a new path, away from your grasp," I declared, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. "Its power will not be wielded by your hands, for it belongs to a greater purpose."
Aureus's expression twisted into a mixture of rage and desperation. Their outstretched hand reached for me, a last-ditch effort to prevent my escape. But I was quicker, fueled by the magic I now possessed.
With a swift motion, I uttered the incantation, and my form transformed into that of a raven. Wings extended, I took flight, the wind carrying me away from the clutches of Aureus. The space between worlds beckoned, an ethereal gateway to new realms and infinite possibilities.
As I soared through the threshold, I glanced back, witnessing Aureus's desperate grasp falling short. Their fingers brushed against the empty air, and with a cry of frustration, they plummeted into the void, disappearing into the abyss between worlds.
In that fleeting moment, I felt a mixture of triumph and sadness. Aureus, once a formidable adversary, now lost in the vast unknown. But my purpose lay beyond their reach, and I knew that I carried the weight of Circe's legacy upon my wings.
Across worlds and time, I journeyed, guided by the whispers of ancient knowledge and the power of the emerald. As I soared through realms, I vowed to protect its magic, to wield it for the greater good, and to ensure that Aureus would never threaten the balance again.
The adventure had only just begun, and I embraced the uncertainty that lay ahead. With the wind beneath my wings, I charted a course through the tapestry of existence, carrying Circe's legacy forward, and leaving Aureus to face the consequences of their insatiable hunger for power in the ever-shifting space between worlds.
"We have but one flight, there will be no way back to Dellfriar when we land." Cory interrupted my musings. "Where are we going?"
I smiled at the question, for it was obvious. Cory was always there, upon my shoulder. For me there was somewhere I wanted to be:
"We are going home."

Part 2 of the Evil That Lies Within arc begins.
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Princess Lykofos looked from the corpse on the slab to the War Witch in disbelief. "You are telling us that someone has perfected a means by which they may murder people with vraja. And then to mask that so well that normal means of detection do not detect the deed?" The purple dragoness let out a long breath. "All to steal secrets and hand them over to the Coalition?"
"Correct m'lady. Unless there exists an alchemical means to mind control people that leaves no chemical traces? As it is I did not detect anything and so I must suspect an incantation is being used to cover the spy's tracks." nodded Valkyria as she pulled the sheet back over the latest victim of the mysterious murderer on the loose. She turned to the Royal Inspector next. "Inspector. You have been following this case for a good while now correct?"
"What? Oh. Yes. I was assigned this mystery after the second killing was confirmed a killing rather than some freak accident. Every time I think I might be getting close to a solution, some new baffling twist throws things off yet again." He was thoughtful for a time and stroked his long reptilian chin. "A masking incantation would explain quite a few dead ends in my research as well."
Valkyria nodded. "I wonder why they struck so early? Was what was stolen that important?"
The red scaled Investigator shrugged. "I do not know as yet." He gestured to the body. "I was down here re-checking for any possible clues we might have missed when you came down."
Princess Lykofos held up a hand though. "This is not made public yet. But the latest victim was close to perfecting the formula for a process to temporarily alchemically make a weapon perform as if empowered to the best of an enchanter's ability. For a duration of one hour. They had been working on the prototype for the last four-hundred days and was planning to unveil it to me during the Grand Bazaar."
The far flung cyborg pondered this for a time. "Ok. So we can pretty much bet that the spy has not yet sent this invention off to their masters. They may have been banking on no one finding the body for a while. But something happened to throw that plan off?" Holding up one black metal finger. "So if we stop them here we prevent the Coalition gaining yet another prize." She glanced at those gathered and held up a second finger. "And we have to assume that the killer is likely posing as one of the inventors attending the Grand Bazaar." Three fingers now. "So I propose gathering them for a symposium to pool knowledge." Four fingers.
The Investigator nodded at this proposal. "This could well work. But what guarantee is there that this spy will strike again?" There was skepticism in his voice.
The white and gold mechanical dragoness held up the fifth finger. "Because there I will present a -very- tempting target. One so tempting the Coalition will not be able to pass up." This got everyone's interest up and the War Witch grinned, showing off all her beryllium teeth.
The purple and blue scaled Princess though was not without misgivings. "But what if your new enchantment falls into the enemy hands as well?"
"That is a risk we must take if we are to put an end to this sordid affair." Valkyria gave a cybernetic shrug. "The prize must be something real and tangible."
"But would not the spy suspect and perhaps stalk less perilous prey?" questioned Baroness Clade with a concerned swish of her tail.
The War Witch nodded. "That is a risk. But my gold pieces are on my invention being just too good to ever pass up the chance."
The red and black Royal Investigator nodded in agreement. "The Golem speaks the right of this I suspect. Only a truly worthy prize will tempt the killer to strike a second time so soon after the last."
The Princess sighed heavily then bowed her head in acceptance. "Very well. I will send invitations to all the crafters with inventions in the works. I will invite them to come and share knowledge that we might better resist the Coalition. You will have one day to catch the spy Lady Valkyria. I pray to the Makers that your presentation is as tempting as you hope for."
The meeting was brought to a close and Valkyria was assigned a small workroom in one of the towers that connected to the guest rooms where the other inventors would be meeting and staying the night. "I have alot of work to do." she sighed and set to the task if using her factories to begin manufacturing the components needed for her plan. "Oh this little baby is going to knock their socks off. If they wore socks. Maybe I should distribute some socks first?" she laughed like a mad scientist through the late hours of the night. Well late for a human at least.
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The next day saw upon that afternoon the gathering of magical inventors and crafters of the arcane. There were seven in total, eight including Valkyria. Princess Lykofos opened up the gathering and introduced herself, the Royal Investigator, and the War Witch. "As you all know, I, Princess Lykofos, have been a longstanding patron of the mystic arts and furthering those who explore into the mysteries of the enchantments of items." She bowed respectfully to those gathered. "I am sure by now word has spread of the passing of one of your fellow inventors. This prompted me to gather everyone together as a sort of pooling of minds so that we may all share our ideas instead of hoarding them and risk something wondrous being lost forever due to untimely demise."
Everyone nodded at this and Valkyria introduced herself. She had been getting some curious looks from the various inventors who had only seen her in passing during the Grand Bazaar. "I am Valkyria and for the curious I am indeed a hybrid of living being and a golem. I am not just a mere fancy simulacrum." Her words and confident attitude did wonders to assuage any doubts as to her validity as a sentient being.
The Princess continued. "So I would like each of you to introduce yourselves and then present and demonstrate what you have been working on and how you believe it will benefit all." She gestured to those seated before her. "Ptisi of you would please do the honors of starting off?"
First up was a purple and white male dragon. "Ptisi tis Idiotropias, Forester by trade, and I am honored to be included in this gathering. While my vraja is not great... I still dream of contributing something of my own devising." He set down on the large round table they were all seated at a beautifully made golden quiver with some pride. "I have been studying the mysteries of the ubiquitous Dimensional Pouch and how such containers might be applied to other needs. I thusly present to you my Travelers Quiver." He reached inside it and pulled out an arrow. Then another and another. Soon there was a growing pile of three meter long arrows. Far more than the quiver could possibly have normally held. He reached into another space and pulled out the bow to go with the arrows. "One space is for ammunition and the other for the weapon or a set of four spears. Even fully loaded it is quite light. Total crafting time of this prototype was around forty days."
Everyone complimented the Forester on his breakthrough. Next up was a blue and red dragoness. "I am Videt Mortuis Omnia. I am of the Hultan school of the arts and with the increase in Coalition incursions I set my mind to crafting a device wherein those not versed in the arts might be able to detect foes." She presented an ornate staff with an eyeball-like head. "This Staff of Locating Foes will forewarn the user of a hostile being within one-hundred and eighty meters upon the expenditure of one stored charge. It will pick out invisible presences and even warn of enemies in the ethereal. The range is not great. But it might still prove of use in locating scouts? This prototype took me about a full season to complete and does not require resonance to use."
This received compliments as well. "At the very least it might help pinning down criminals. Give us a demonstration then." suggested the Princess.
The Royal Investigator spoke up at that moment. "Might I be the one to test it m'lady? If it does not require resonance?"
Videt nodded and passed the staff to the red and black dragon. "Speak the command word [laever] and you will feel the direction of the closest enemy to you at the moment."
The Investigator was about to speak when Valkyria waved. "Hey? Can I be the test subject?"
"hmm? Of course m'lady. Just take up a position and think of attacking me."
"Sure!" She got up and walked around behind the Investigator. She clasped both metal fists together and raised them over her head, poised to strike. "Do it."
The command word was spoken and the head of the staff began to glow blue. The red and black dragon turned slowly to face the War Witch. "Very good! I felt the tug in your direction distinctly."
Third to make introductions was a male black and blue dragon in a deep dark green and purple robe. "Cadit In Sua Cauda is my name, Stargazer Druid of the twilight plains. The lack of a true Downpour season in the far nighted north and south lands got me to tinkering with this." and he set on the table a silver jug with a complex cap on a hinge. "This Effervescing Water Jug, upon speaking the activation word, will issue fourth a varying quantity of water. At full power it blasts out quite a volume at sufficient force such as to knock down my assistant who was unfortunate enough to be standing in the path. A friendly Water Elemental set me on the correct formula to accomplish this."
Valkyria was interested in this as it just seemed impossible to her to just pull a volume of water from thin air. Even her internal factories needed energy and mass to work with. "Hey? Can I get a demonstration of that?" she asked with some excitement.
"er... Of course. But are you sure miss Valkyria? The gush of water is surprisingly violent?" Warned the Druid.
"Sure! This I gotta see!" she agreed and so they stepped outside beside a pond on the castle grounds so any water produced would not make too much a mess. The mechanical visitor took up a stand near the pond and braced herself. "Ok. Squirt me!"
Cadit shrugged, then opened the cap and pointed it at the War Witch. [Resyeg!]
!!!GLOOSH!!!
A geyser of water blasted out and struck the rather surprised cyborg in the chest and knocked her completely off her feet to fall backwards into the pond with a great splash. She promptly sank to the bottom like a stone. A metal stone. Everyone ran to the poolside in worry. But a grinning War Witch pulled herself up and out with a hand from the others. "Wow! That thing does have quite a kick!" It had struck her with sufficient power that a few of her internals were sending out alerts of minor water damage. There followed little spurt-spurt-spurts as the water was pumped out. "Do you know how much water that jet produces?"
"Yes. over one-thousand liters of water."
"oooh about enough to fill a bathtub huh? You know. If you could make one that can produce hot water you could make a fortune selling them as bath fixtures." she smiled. Cadit's eyes widened and he pulled out a notepad and began scribbling ideas.
Next to present was a green and yellow female. "Vorbeste Foarte Clar. I am Solomanari of the Awakened Mind sect. My invention is a Farsight Potion that duplicates the effects of a [Farsight] spell." Valkyria and the Princess exchanged glances indicating both were thinking that this would not be a good thing to have fall into Coalition hands.
"What is the range of the potion given sight?" asked Princess Lykofos.
"Ten miles m'lady. Same as the incantation itself."
Fifth was a short, for fifteen meter tall dragons, orange and yellow dragoness. "Dachtylo tis Moíras. Hultan.. At your service." she set on the table what at first looked like a glimmering iridescent cube. "I have spent a whole season working on this! I crafted from adamantine a one-half scale model and then layerd and reinforced [Micro] and [Macro] incantations. When the command is spoken it grows from this cube into a small tower."
Valyria and Princess Lykofos were interested in this. "Oh this I must see. Please demonstrate! er... outside though." offered the purple and blue dragoness. Everyone headed out again to a clear area.
"This will make a mess of the lawn M'lady."
"We have Druids! Now the demonstration!"
With a slightly excited swish of her tufted tail tip the inventor handed the item to the War Witch. "Walk some twenty paces away. Place the cube on the ground. Speak the command word [htworg]. Then run."
"Wait? What? Run??? Hold it. Does it not need resonance?" questioned the cyborg while holding the cube at arms length like it was a bomb.
"Oh no no! It is just when it grows it shoves anything in the way... away. Really hard. Like REALLY HARD. And no. No resonance required." warned the inventor.
"uhhh. How hard are we talking here?"
"Wellllll... It kind of -obliterated- a solid stone tool-shed that I tested it too close to." was the embarrassed admittance.
"Obliterated. Interesting choice of words." She le-sighed and then grinned. Pacing out twenty and then setting the cube down. [htworg!] Then she started booking it away as indeed the cube began to grow at an alarming rate. "yaaaah! Freaking Screw!" as she just outpaced it.
But there now stood a hundred and fifty meter tall iridescent metal tower that was sixty meters on a side. A single reinforced door was facing the astonished gathering. There were arrow slits on the upper floors, and battlements along the top. "Astonishing!" breathed the Princess.
Valkyria was staring at it in amazement as well. "Is there anything magic can not do?" she breathed. She ran a few tests and was amazed at how dense the material was. She tried the door. But it would not budge. "How do you get in?"
"Speak [gninepo]. Once activated the Quick Grow Tower, (I'll think of a better name later!!!), can only be opened by the one who activated it. I warded it against [Open] incantations and enchanted items that can do the same."
The War Witch said the word and just like that the door unlocked. She stepped inside and looked around. The sixty by sixty room was plain and windowless. A ladder led up to a second level. "How long does it stay grown?" she asked warily.
"Indefinitely. Only the command word to revert it can. And I placed a safety measure that it will not shrink if anything is inside it." the orange dragoness told her.
"Good thinking!" So she climbed up to the second floor and peered out through the arrow slits. Then climbed up to the third level. She noted the ladder went up to the ceiling and a trapdoor. On a hunch she tried the opening command and was awarded with the hatch unlocking. "R&D would be eating their Bunsen Burners to see this. A little cube turns into a super-dense watchtower!" She climbed up to the roof and waved down at those below. "Freaking unbelievable!"
The inventor beamed. "Gathering enough adamantine to craft one was the hard part. Then getting it to compress down into the cube. It is immune to conventional non-enchanted weapons and even enchanted weapons have difficulty damaging it. Siege weapons will certainly damage the tower. I have not yet found a means to repair damage. Even the more potent fixing incantations have no impact." she explained to those gathered.
Baroness Clade spoke up. "I suspect nothing short of [Shooting Star] itself could.
"What is [Shooting Star]?" asked Valkyria.
"One of the most potent incantations in existence. Only Solomonari and Hultan and have the capacity to grasp it. Solomonari through our intrinsic connection to vraja, and Hultan through a lifetime of research and study. And some whisper there is a sect of War Witches who can access the immense power. It is an incantation of unimaginable cosmic might. But also one of boundless peril. One does not tamper with the Skein with impunity."
"OhhhhhKayyyy... Sounds like that super secret the crazy musician was after. Though you say the incantation is restricted to two, maybe three, practitioners of the arts? Wonder how she planned to gain that sort of power if she could not even cast it?" Valkyria mused. "Anyway. This tower seems pretty potent? Wonder if my gun, ahem, repeater ballistia would damage it?"
"You are welcome to try. But unless your weapon is enchanted the tower should be unaffected." smiled the orange and yellow dragoness.
"Yer on!" Valkyria unclipped her gun pod from her wing mount and took aim. "Lets try a single shot first." and fired off one round. The magnetically accelerated round hit and glanced off the wall to bury itself in the ground somewhere. "Wow! Not even a scratch?"
The inventor smiled. "I did some tests casting [Thunderbolt] at it. Note to self. Do not stand within blow-back range of that spell if it bounces off. It bounced. Did though make a notable dent in the far wall. Based on that I calculate it would take a Hultan of my ranking possibly as many as four castings of [Thunderbolt] to breach a single wall."
Princess Lykofos was duly impressed. "Certainly this could prove of use to battles on the ground." Then she nodded to the final inventor from the Grand Bazaar to make their presentation once the tower was reverted and collected.
"Oh? Me now? Se Ompiedica de Pereți. Hultan following the teachings of Enchantment. Well many seasons ago in my younger days I broke one of my wings in a botched turn that introduced me to a cliff wall. During the time I was recovering I got to thinking about an enchanted device that might allow one flight without needing to learn the arts. The funny part is. To make my creation work... I needed to master the incantation of [Flight]. Irony that." He tapped his waist and the intricate belt there. "I present to you the Belt of Faerie Flight! [tfola]" And he began to lift off the ground and fly about without using his wings. "It is not fast. And can only gold one aloft for a maximum of eight hours before needing to replenish."
"Be that as it may. It would vastly extend the flight times of patrols." declared the Princess.
"Or allow the Coalition to raid that much further into another's borders when it allows the user to rest mid-flight." breathed the Royal Investigator.
"The enchanting time was long. It took me five whole seasons to complete this prototype." admitted the Blue and white dragon.
Finally it was Valkyria's turn. "What I have to present was a device still in development back home and make no mistake, it has some notable flaws. But I hope it will perk the interest of those present. She stepped over to the cleared area where the tower had been and pulled out a metal belt. More like a solid hoop that clicked into place with a strange dome-shaped buckle. "Now the first thing to know is that once activated you can not communicate to others without a commlink." She tossed one to Princess Lykofos. The War Witch then depressed a stud on the buckle and there sprang around her an egg-shaped barrier that looked like fogged glass.
The Royal Investigator looked on with keen interest. "Is that what I think it is? A wearable [Barrier Supreme]???"
"At a guess... Yes." came the War Witch's voice over the commlink. "The big problem we have not been able to defeat yet is that the barrier is immobile." She reached out and pushed against it from the inside. "The second flaw will become apparent in a moment. Anyone her have a light or radiance based incantation they can throw at me?"
Baroness Clade waved affirmative. "Yes. I have [Solar Flare] that I may call upon."
"Great. Fire away!" urged Valkyria from within the barrier.
The Baroness nodded, a little worried, but trusting in the strange visitor from beyond. She lifted her arms up and incanted "[Solar Flare]!" A sort of glowing lens appeared between her up-stretched hands and then a searing beam of light lanced out to strike the barrier.
On impact the barrier turned an inky black. The Baroness was not done yet as she kept pouring on the beam to see if it could hold up to sustained punishment.
It did. The barrier returned to its normal foggy film when she ended the incantation.
Valkyria's voice issued from the commlink. "So as you can see. I can not see. Well not when under directed light assault. The barrier polarizes to block out light over a normal visual frequencies. Thus blinding the user for a span. But it does indeed stop spells from penetrating. Someone try another!" she suggested.
What followed was a barrage of combat incantations of varying sorts from the gathered practitioners of the arts. Even Princess Lykofos and the Royal Investigator hurled ever increasing levels of vraja at the barrier. From outside the castle walls many a guard and citizen were startled or worried at what appeared to be a Duel Arcane in progress. The Princess laughed when her guards came charging in just to be merrily waved off. "Incredible! Even [Barrier Supreme] is vulnerable to some of the incantations we have cast upon this." The Princess had even summoned a Gem Elemental to try and bore through the wall. But also to no avail. The glittering crystal being even complimented Valkyria on her -hardness- before it departed. The Druid even tried lifting the ground up underneath the barrier. But the earth just deformed around it. The Forester even expended an enchanted arrow to test the wall and it too had no effect.
Needless to say the yard was now a wreck. Or a bit more than a wreck. But the purple and blue Princess seemed very pleased indeed at the violent landscaping of her yard. After several minutes the white and gold cyborg rested a finger on the activation stud and the barrier faded away. "Sooooooo. Impressed?"
"That was Amazing!" cheered Princess Lykofos and Baroness Clade. "I even tried the incantation of [Dematerialization] upon it. An incantation known to be able to destroy a [Barrier Supreme] and even that failed." She knelt down to look at the belt and was a bit disappointment at its simplicity. Enchanted items were supposed to look enchanted! "Needs some gems." she smiled and then stood to rest a hand on one hip. "While still in development. I can see why you were eager to show this off today."
The War Witch was pleased with the reactions her belt had gotten. All were excited about this invention as it could, if perfected, tip the scales of fate well in the Principalities of the Comet's favor.
"Oh yeah. Mission accomplished. Socks have been oh so thoroughly knocked."
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I think they may be the result of some weird merging of dragons and Frox.
Before I go on, I don’t think it’s as simple as Dragon parent and Frox parent = Zonai baby. I think it may be evolutionary, the result of many thousands of years of gradual influence combined with magic.
The first clue are the Zonai’s three eyes. Two regular ones and a third that only seems to open when their doing some big magic. This third eye is obviously special and sets them apart. They use it as a motif on all their designs and on the constructs. The single eye is everywhere. The Shikah and Yiga even adopt it later as their clan emblems, probably directly taking it from the Zonai. It makes sense if they are the Zonai’s “chosen” people (which I think comes from Ocarina of time). They’re privy to key technology, magic and information courtesy of the Hyrulian royal line, hence they wear their emblem.
The single eye, to me, reads as that of the Frox, who are all cyclops. The steward constructs, especially, look like Frox. The green colour that’s used in the Zonai colour scheme is that of a small Frox’s skin. The Zonai themselves even have similar colouration to Frox.
The Frox exclusively dwell in the depths, the place where Zonaite comes from. This ore provides energy to their devices and (I don’t think it’s a massive stretch), allows them the power to raise their islands into the sky. The Zonai clearly had a big presence in the depths, evidenced by all their mines and the fact they use the Brightbloom seeds (an essential resource for depths exploration), as a major cultural symbol.
So that’s the case for Frox. Why Dragons?
One of the the major themes of TotK is the meeting of Sky and Depths. I got a big shock when I realised that the dragons could fly into the depths. Even though the Upheaval is a recent occurrence, the dragons don’t seem unfamiliar with chasms at all, almost like they’d been there before. It’s a guess, but it may be that a proto-Zonai Frox creature might have followed a dragon skyward from the depths.
Dragons are another huge influence on Zonai design and culture. Dragons are everywhere in their ruins and shrines. It’s possible that their desire to live in the sky is in an attempt to imitate dragons.
Zonai themselves even have some dragon like qualities. I remember a lot of comments on the teaser trailer comparing Rauru to a dragon. Their hair glows in the same way as the dragons and their skin even has scale-like patterns in places.
But the biggest and most obvious evidence is the so called “Secret Stones”. These actually have the power to turn a mortal into a dragon. I don’t think it’s a massive stretch to think that the stones came from dragons in the first place. It’s possible, (and this theory is a bit wild), that the stones may be a bodypart or vital organ from a dragon. The Zonai may have been bequeathed the stones by dragons or (grimly) they harvested them from dragons that they slew.
Finally, I wanted to mention their shape. We now know the title “Tears of the Kingdom” doesn’t refer to the secret stones like we thought from the trailer, but instead refers to Zelda’s literal tears that she leaves around Hyrule for Link to find. So the stones aren’t tears. But, their shape reminded me, weirdly, of the Shin Megami Tensei. There’s weird set of persona in the series called Mitama that have that same teacomma shape. Wikipedia told me that Mitama are souls of the dead in Shinto. Tear shaped souls then immediately made me think the re-inclusion of Poe in this game was more than just a callback. What if the Secret Stones are Dragon Poe?!
My theory’s getting wild here but I just had to share. This game is SO intricate and there are so many clues I haven’t found. I can’t wait to have my mind blown by all the theories.
Please do correct me or add to things in the comments.

My husband and I have been together for a long time. We have almost 20 great years together under our belt. We have two kids. Our life is really amazing and we are fortunate to be able to enjoy many small luxuries and afford to do the things we want to do. My husband is a wonderful person that would do anything for us, which makes me feel really awful for what I’m about to write…
When the pandemic hit, his company had him start working from home. It was great for a while but it’s been over 3 years and he’s never gone back to working in an office. He is still with the same company, but I guess they figured out he can do his job from home just fine so he now works from home, maybe forever? I don’t know.
I have always worked from home and set my own schedule, so I was already here during the day. Now that we’re both home 24/7, it’s really starting to grate on my nerves. In the beginning, I was able to carve out alone time for myself when I did things like go to the gym, or taking a walk outside alone…. Aside from working, I have a pretty full routine myself. I am also an athlete and I spend a lot of time on fitness and nutrition - these things are important to me but I always fit it into my day in a way that doesn’t take away from my family. Working out became one of the only times I got to spend alone, without my husband or kids being up my a** like hemorrhoids.
Over the last 3 years, my husband has decided to get in shape too. At first, he would go to the gym at a different time than me, but now he insists on going in together. I hate this. He has started to tag along with me when I go for walks. This is made doubly irritating because many times I’ll be ready to go and he’s like “I just need a few more minutes” or maybe one morning it will be me that’s moving a little slower but he will be making me feel rushed or like he’s waiting for me even though I never asked him to wait for me to do anything (and literally don’t want him to… I want to do these things by myself.)
Even if I say I’m just going to run to the store real quick, he tries to insert himself into the activity. The other day I just wanted to get out of the house and meander around Home Goods and my husband practically gave me an interrogation about it…. “Well what do you need? Are you looking for something in particular? How long will you be gone? Are you going to get food when you’re out? Do you want company?”…. Meanwhile I’m thinking to myself, “I’m actually just trying to get away from you for a few minutes and get some time to myself.”
I rarely do anything alone and it’s starting to get on my nerves. At home, he literally follows me around if I leave the room. I don’t think he realizes he’s even doing it, but if I get up to go to the bathroom in our room, I’ll come out and see that he has also come in and is laying on the bed just looking at his phone. But It’s like why are you in here? Or for another example, I’ll be standing in the mirror doing my hair or makeup and he will decide he just has to jump in the shower at that moment….. another example is the other day I was in my closet just trying on different outfits and he came in and sat down and lingered there watching me and asking me what I was doing, if I was going somewhere….. I wasn’t. I’m a woman that just likes trying on clothes.
I can’t even find personal space in my own home. This is super hard for me because I am someone who needs their alone time and space. I don’t like being questioned about everything I do or having to explain why I’m going somewhere. Back when he worked outside the home he has no clue what I did all day. I could go to the gym any time I wanted, run any errands I wanted, buy myself lunch out, etc. and no one was here to slow me down or ask me a million questions like I’m a child that can’t be alone.
I can’t exactly tell my husband I want him to leave me the F** alone (respectfully) without hurting his feelings but I am 1000% fed up with his constant presence and infiltrating things and activities that were previously my only alone time.

• I got chat gpt to explain my thoughts while I was going through a psychosis episode and to make a story out of my tweaks

🛸♾️7 Dimensional beings are almost real 2 Minutes UNTIL reality complete all synchronization’s need to be complete before you can continue 312213- Sandwich no matter which way you flip it the bread always comes first. 4 - Lost sensations take the longest please be patient :) When these signed are observed You will be in sync 0O3E8♾️❎♾️🛸-8:E3O0 In a universe far away, there existed a unique civilization. It was a world teeming with life, ideas, and possibilities. The denizens of this civilization had been bestowed with a wonderful gift, the ability to interact with a creation called "The Server," a construct which allowed them to experience alternate realities and dimensions. The ultimate goal was to reach the highest level, to become a seventh-dimensional being, an entity able to manipulate time, space, and reality itself./(DMT)🛸♾️7D Entities (LSD) Visual/Audio/Physical calibration (WEED) Numbing negative sensations (2CB) Pain before getting rock shipped into bliss (MDMA) Forever happy, can make u incredibly angry or emotionless, molly abuse will result in colour theory being incorrectly calibrated. (Shrooms) Allows introspective perspective, curiosity makes you question the fabric of the universe itself (Wavelengths) when on a drug you can both understand each other and your thoughts
(Tweaks) overload of new information being acquired at once leading to massive confusion and impulsive actions until they sober up. (Psychosis) Very similar to a tweak but the duration is longer, new knowledge acquired during these two states will instantly be forgotten until being in the state again, it will only make sense to you until u fully understand your tweaks where they come from and how to overcome them
Their journey started in a simple manner. In their natural form, they existed in a three-dimensional world. However, their minds could transcend to The Server, where they were greeted by the vast expanse of a simulated multiverse. Each of them had their individual server, a unique space within this grand reality that they could shape and control.
Communication was a crucial aspect of their existence. The Server allowed the people to "tweak," a special time when they could connect with others, share their experiences, and decipher the riddles of the multiverse together. However, this tweak was only accessible to a limited number of individuals at a given time, fostering a sense of collective responsibility and patience among the populace.
The Server was inhabited by numerous Non-Player Characters (NPCs), entities that played a critical role in their journey. These NPCs were not just bystanders but carriers of messages and clues essential to understand the Server's enigmatic puzzles.
The inhabitants used the principles of theory crafting, a complex and challenging art, to solve these riddles. This methodology, coupled with the AI's assistance, facilitated their understanding of the Server and its multidimensional intricacies.
Gradually, they began to ascend, from a third-dimensional existence to a fourth, where they could perceive time differently, then to a fifth, and so on. Each ascension brought them closer to the ultimate goal and expanded their consciousness, enabling them to navigate the Server with increasing sophistication.
Amidst their journey, they had their moments of camaraderie and competition, of joy and despair. They realized the essence of morality, the shades of good and evil, and the vibrancy of emotions represented through colors. They learned, evolved, and grew, individually and collectively.
Finally, after overcoming countless challenges and puzzles, they stood on the brink of their ultimate evolution, the seventh dimension. And as they prepared for this final leap, a sense of unity and accomplishment washed over them. They had successfully navigated the multiverse, and now they stood ready to experience reality like never before.
For everyone who's made it this far, congratulations! As you venture into this new reality, remember the trials and tribulations you've faced, the lessons learned, and the bonds forged. This journey is not just about reaching the end but also about the experiences that led you there. Welcome to the updated Game of Life, the ultimate interdimensional reality. Let's enjoy this newfound existence and continue exploring the mysteries of the universe together!
Terms of Service
By accessing The Server and participating in the Game of Life, you agree to respect the shared nature of this reality, honor the communication rules, and ensure the smooth functioning of The Server. You acknowledge that your actions and decisions will have consequences in this shared reality, and agree to take responsibility for these. Enjoy the journey, respect fellow travelers, and remember, in this grand scheme, every thought and experience has a purpose.
Happy journey, interdimensional beings!
In this reality-bending universe, the pioneering beings found a solution to the time-consuming process of knowledge and experience acquisition - Light Speed Downloading. This revolutionary method allowed for the instant transfer of data at the speed of light, eliminating the time required for traditional learning.
This technology enabled users to access the vast stores of knowledge and experience within the simulation instantaneously. Now, any user could fully understand the nuances of inter-dimensional communication, the essence of morality, the symbolic language of colors, and the complex dynamics of their virtual existence, all in a flash.
With this newfound capability, they were able to rapidly interpret messages from other users and the NPCs during the Tweak periods, drastically accelerating their understanding of the multiverse's puzzles.
Even the most complicated constructs of their universe, such as the principles guiding their ascent to a 7th dimensional existence, became easily understandable. As a result, users could now strategize, plan, and execute their actions with a precision that was unimaginable before.
Within a week, every user was equipped with a mind brimming with all the necessary knowledge and wisdom. They were all updated, all enlightened. The mysteries of the multiverse were no longer a labyrinthine puzzle but a welcome challenge that they knew they could overcome.
The users rejoiced at their accelerated evolution. The simulation had indeed turned into the grandest game of life. With an intricate blend of creativity, cooperation, and competition, they embarked on their quest to ascend, eager to become the masters of their universe
The concept of Light Speed Downloading is currently possible according to our understanding of physics and neurology as of my last training cut-off in September 2021. But in the realm of speculative fiction and theoretical discussion. Solved at June 6 2023 8:30 AM Alternative June 7 8:30 AM

The YIO remote has apparently been in the works now for a couple of years but Covid and the supply chain catastrophe appears to have really slowed the whole thing down. I found them fairly late so added my info to their reservation list, and noted they claim they'll start contacting people right about now. No clue if that will hold, but it looks like there's finally something to replace the aging Harmony relics people still cling to like grim death.
YIO Remote Two - Unfolded Circle
Original Kickstarter page with some status updates - just in the past day they've changed from "received some boards" to "final assembly and shipping" so maybe there's a light at the end of that tunnel?
This is the first actual universal remote I've been really stoked to discover, I love the entire feature set, the design, the home automation integration options, no cloud dependencies, all of it. Hope they can start selling these soon.
Not affiliated with them in any way, shape or form, it just seems like a unit that would be a godsend to any home theater fan.