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2023.04.02 06:13 Adventurous-Plant419 Michael Alcock King, Joshua Myers, Andrew Cash, Mark Essick, Yvonne Gonzalez Rogers, David Ratner, with overt deliberate negligence on the part of the entire Board of Sonoma County Supervisors, stole 6 years of my life, after their employee Virgil Smith almost killed me and caused me serious injury.
I just want people to know that the Sonoma County government is corrupt. They spent 186 million dollars on a "new courthouse" that is 163k square feet, which works out to $1,100 per square foot, which is over double the second most expensive building I could find was, and over four times the average price per square foot of palaces and museums. And it's just going to look like a giant portable. This is to house some of the most corrupt people in this County, who all make $200-350+k per year (I am including their benefits in that, but not their pension). The entire DA's Office has a vendetta against Civil Rights in general, and will literally knowingly commit criminal violations of laws for the purpose of covering up serious criminal misconduct on the part of Sonoma County employees.
Lynda Hopkins took money from the law enforcement unions, and turns a willfully blind eye to it.
The County Office of Legal Counsel is literally a crime syndicate.
In 2015, the Sheriff's Office had a veritable torture ring in the jail.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izcHIv5Y4z8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYrGChrW5HM&list=TLPQMzAwMzIwMjMv0QAOPDy1Lw&index=2
This is just the tip of the iceberg. They lied about the existence of these videos, and "lost" the one where they gave one of the inmates internal bleeding, with a knee to their back.
There was a lawsuit about it. It was called the "Yard Counseling Case". There are news articles about it.
There was an official, written policy, called "Yard Counseling", later its name was changed to "Behavior Counseling" which dictated that for arbitrary punitive measures, Sheriff's Office personnel should extract inmates from their cells individually (which meant slamming their heads onto the door frames on the way out and other abuse), and isolate them, and putting them into "pain compliance" techniques (literally, by definition, torture) for extended periods of time while "counseling" them, which meant wearing no name tags, ski masks and riot gear, carrying a shotgun with them, and insulting them in explicit language for over 20 minutes.
This official written policy was acknowledged by Rob Giordano in a video, where he lies that no inmates where injured, uploaded to YouTube in 2018, when they finally addressed this official written policy, and the practice of torturing inmates without reasonable cause (leading exercise routines, for example).
In 2021, they saw one of the victims of this torture ring, who had sued them and had won, at a peaceful protest, and shot him with a grenade launcher while hiding on a rooftop in the face with a crowd control grenade, which exploded on impact and caused horrific injury that I don't care to describe.
In 2017, I was almost killed by application of a "carotid hold" / lateral vascular neck restraint, by a sheriff's deputy, for literally no reason. A knee was placed on my lower back while I was on the ground on my stomach as well, which caused a serious injury to my kidney, which was the worst injury of my life. I have also been diagnosed with an organic brain injury and cognitive impairment. I was tested for the same type of cognitive impairment before the incident and there is a marked difference, and I have about 30 pages describing the differences I've noticed / troubles I've had in my cognitive functioning. There was no probable cause to arrest me, and I was polite and compliant with all the instructions given to me, and this was confirmed by witnesses. I was punished for invoking my right to remain silent, then my arm was grabbed and yanked up behind me, and then a carotid hold was applied because my body pivoted after the deputy grabbed and yanked my arm.
This occurred UNDER A CAMERA and IN FRONT OF WITNESSES. I called the Sheriff's Office the next day said I want to "make an official complaint in writing". I was transferred to Captain of Internal Affairs, Captain Mark Essick. I repeated my request, verbatim. He responded, verbatim: "We don't do that. Why don't you tell me what happened." I did. I told him it happened right under a camera. He said "The camera can't record." I asked for confirmation. He said the cameras "Don't have recording technology installed."
I asked the County for a claim form. They ignored my request, and instructed me to report the incident to IOLERO. IOLERO requested I meet with Internal Affairs, and I said fine.
Sgt. Andy Cash called me and scheduled me for a meeting at the Sheriff's big station. I was made to walk first and guided upstairs to a meeting room, and then patted down for weapons, and the interview was recorded. For 75 minutes I was deposed about happened. He asked me repeatedly about my mental state after the incident. I admitted that I was upset after the incident, and he acted like that justified the whole incident. He explicitly promised to interview the 4 deputies who witnessed the event in addition to the 2 deputies who participated, as well as the arresting officer (who I told him would confirm that I was polite and cooperative), which he agreed "would confirm [my] demeanor", and a bystander witness I told him about.
I complained to IOLERO director Jerry Threet. Mr. Threet agreed that that was inappropriate, then resigned without reviewing the investigation.
For about 4 years review of the investigation was put on hold because IOLERO staff quit, and when more staff was hired, they complained of being understaffed. They had a budget of over a million dollars but only had 2 employees. They only reviewed one case per four months. And they put off "backlogged" cases and focused on new cases. My complaint was finally reviewed by Interim Director Garrick Byers who clearly stated that the investigation was not conducted appropriately. I have the letter from him. That still has never been made public.
After the interview with Internal Affairs, I corresponded with Lynda Hopkins, and she refused to give her opinion on the matter. I specifically complained that the carotid hold was being used recklessly, and it is a dangerous technique. This was in 2018. She forwarded me to Janell Crane, who then had me meet with Kristi Schultz.
I contacted the DA's Office and spoke to Richard Celli (who made $346k in 2017, and has gunned down two unarmed people, and was convicted by a jury in one of the civil cases brought against him by one of the victim's family, but the sentence was overturned by a judge, while working for the SRPD). The first time I spoke to Mr. Celli, he told me that another law enforcement agency should take my case. After that first time, him and the rest of the DA's Office openly refused to comply with the Victims' Rights Laws (CA Con Art. 1 S. 28), and the "policies" (which are legally binding under CA Con Art 5 S. 13) of the Attorney General stating clearly that they are to take complaints from victims if it can't be resolved with the department.
After the first talk with Mr. Celli, I called Rohnert Park Police as I was instructed, and they 3-way called the Sheriff's office and then transferred me. I spent about 30 minutes reporting the incident to a deputy, and he asked me questions in a fair manner. The incident report from the 30 minute phone call was "directed" to Andrew Cash, and was then destroyed, which is literally a state and federal crime. I called RPPD back and talked to the arresting officer and he positively clearly confirmed that I was "polite, calm, compliant, and cooperative" (or something nearly verbatim, I can't remember exactly any more).
Andrew Cash called me the next day, at precisely 7:00 AM. He told me he was driving. He was extremely confrontational with me. He said "There were 6 deputies [referring to the two who used excessive force on me, and 4 witness deputies]. You were combative." This was false. He had only interviewed one of the 4 witness deputies, and the other 3 had provided written statements. They said that they had witnessed force being used, that they had not participated in the use of force to the best of their memory, and that I "did not appear to be resisting". But again, he had promised explicitly to interview the 4 deputy witnesses, and the arresting officer, and the other witnesses (such as the bystander witness who saw the whole incident, the nurse, etc.).
Internal Affairs exonerated the officers. The letter was signed by Eddie Engram, captain of Internal Affairs at that time. I called Mr. Engram, and had an hour long conversation with him, and he told me to contact Sgt. Cash after April 1st.
I filed a federal claim on the last day that it was due.
Mr. Cash referred me to Legal Counselor, Kara Abelson.
Ms. Abelson spent a year and a half refusing to comply with the Public Records Act, the Rules of Procedure, and the Rules of Professional Conduct. She refused to provide me documents that I was entitled to under law, including the incident report written by Deputies Jacquelin Fazzio and Virgil Smith, and the recorded interviews that he promised he would conduct, and stated pretty clearly that he had conducted.
Kara Abelson spent a year and a half trying to claim that my federal complaint was time barred by 1 day when it wasn't. The judge (Yvonne Gonzalez Rogers) entertained this and forced me to respond SEVEN TIMES, before she finally admitted that the "law wouldn't allow [her] to dismiss [my] complaint".
After a year and a half, Kara Abelson finally withdrew from the case after I started citing the Rules of Professional Conduct to her that require her to resign or withdraw from the case rather than defend a civil case where defense isn't warranted. Nobody had disputed any of the allegations I had made. In fact, Eddie Engram had confirmed that what I said happened was not disputed by the evidence.
At some point around this time, either before or after Ms. Abelson withdrew, the 2 incident reports written by the two deputies, the written statements by 3 of the 4 witness deputies, and the recorded interviews with me, the 2 deputies who assaulted me, and 1 of the eye witness deputies, were provided, along with various other records from the facility. In the recorded interview, and the incident report, the deputies admitted that Virgil Smith had applied the carotid hold.
I had also reported the incident to the State Attorney General Public Inquiry Unite (Lupe Zinzin). She had told me, over and over and over, that the local DA's are required to take complaints from civilians in these situations. She refused to call the DA's Office, though. The DA's Office (Richard Celli, Mark Azzouni, David Kahl, and the anonymous receptionists who all refused to provide their names) refused to take a complaint from me. They (including the receptionists) hung up on me every time I called after no more than 2 minutes, for no reason, transferred me to dead lines, never returned any voicemails I managed to leave, told me explicitly that if I send a complaint, they will throw it away, and didn't care, at all, what the laws were. The receptionists also refuse to provide their names. The Attorney General's Office told me to send them a complaint, so I did. The DA's Office acknowledged receiving the complaint. But later said that they did not have a record of it, meaning they threw it away.
The Attorney General's Office finally agreed to take a complaint from me. It sat on their desk for a year. I finally called them, concerned that evidence was being destroyed, and left a voicemail for Casey Hallinan requesting that they request copies of the physical evidence from the Sheriff's Office. Literally 2 days after that voicemail, a letter was sent to me signed by Sharon Loughner with Casey Hallinan CC'ed on the letter, stating that they would "take no action", and blamed the incident on me. I had not received the letter though, and called and spoke to Ms. Hallinan, who was extremely rude. After that, the Attorney General's Office hang up on me as soon as they find out it's me, for no reason. There has since been a bystander witness who saw the whole thing, and it has come to light that the cameras did record, that no upgrades were ever performed like Ms. Abelson alleged, the cameras do continuously record (as of 2019), and they just lied through their teeth about the camera for 4 straight years. The Attorney General's Office does not care. They violate the laws, and do not care what the laws are.
Sonoma County Office of Legal Counsel attorney Michael King took over after Ms. Abelson withdrew. Right off the bat, Mr. King told me that my motions were deficient - a contention he has repeated frequently, since then. I asked him how. He changed the subject, and to this day has NEVER given any explanation as to how any of my motions are deficient.
He continued to claim that my claim was time barred, filing frivolous motions, in blatant violation of the rules of professional conduct, after I cited the rules to him, constituting explicit legal misconduct.
As I said, the judge finally agreed to open Discovery after a year and a half of full time work trying to fight for my right to not be nearly murdered for no reason.
Lawyers do not take these cases unless there is undeniable proof of blatant guilt, along with undeniable proof of catastrophic injury. Multiple law firms have confirmed that it takes over a million dollars worth of legal work to get these cases to trial.
The judge also promised me a pro bono attorney "if you make it past summary judgment".
The judge scheduled us for Alternative Dispute Resolution (ADR) hearing with a magistrate judge. Mr. King elicited an offer from me, which I spent about 2 weeks working on, trying to make it as agreeable as possible. But then for the hearing, his written offer was to waive charging me his attorneys fees. The ADR magistrate confirmed that there was no legal basis for him to do that - it would be illegal. He had been ordered to participate in this hearing, and there was a legal obligation under the Rules of Procedure to try in good faith to settle the case. He violated the order and the rule of procedure (26 (f)).
All of my motions were completely ignored for no reason.
Mr. King / Defendant Virgil Smith lied about the cameras. They said "Denies the existence of cameras capable of recording in the vicinity", in writing, under oath. They never disputed that he put his knee on top of my back with all his weight on it.
Mr. King refused to comply with his Discovery obligations. I had to file about 4 different motions pertaining to their refusal to comply with the laws regarding disclosure of evidence.
Upon receiving an official Discovery request for records of camera equipment, I received a letter signed under oath by Mr. King (nearly 4 years after the incident) stating that the cameras CAN RECORD. But stating "tasks must be performed" to start the recording function, and stating that all records pertaining to the equipment that was installed at the time HAD BEEN DESTROYED (literally a federal and state crime, a civil tort violation, and a sanctionable act of legal misconduct).
Mr. King refused to schedule any of the witnesses for deposition, demanded MY deposition BEFORE he would even schedule the two deputies who assaulted me, even though I had been requesting depositions with other witnesses for over a month, and refused to schedule anyone else, he refused to answer interrogatories, he refused to provide copies of the policies from the time of the incident. He tried to pass off a weird spreadsheet with the word camera on it as proof that upgrades had been done to the cameras. He refused to provide complete training records for the deputies. He refused to provide details about the training. He refused to provide blueprints of the facility, refused to provide photos of the cameras at the location, refused to provide still images showing which direction the cameras were pointing, was caught lying under oath (and "penalty of perjury") multiple times, refused to provide photos of the deputies so I could schedule depositions efficiently.
The judge erroneously dismissed my Equal Protection claims, construing them as Due Process and Employment Discrimination claims, which are different types of claims than Equal Protection claims against a government actor. The government cannot arbitrarily treat anyone disparately. The Court also dismissed my "Monell" claim against the municipality for their "policies, customs, or practices", but left me leave to amend that claim. And she waited until Discovery opened over 1.5 years into litigation, to do this, forcing me to amend the complaint DURING DISCOVERY which was only open for a limited amount of time, instead of any point in the 1.5 years prior to that.
In the recorded interview with Andrew Cash and one of the witness deputies, she spontaneously states that Mr. Cash instructed her to review the written statements made by the two deputies who assaulted me prior to the interview. Another deputy witness confirmed that Mr. Cash had instructed her to review the written reports by the two deputies who assaulted me prior to her providing Mr. Cash with a written statement as well.
The judge finally retaliated against me, without rational basis, for filing motions, which I had filed because I was being illegally obstructed from preserving evidence, by withdrawing leave to amend regarding the "Monell" claim (I had stated a clear Monell claim to begin with, but the judge literally has an aversion to reading, and relies on guessing, and is biased against pro se litigants; I am summarizing well over 100 pages, if not well over double that, of motions, objections, and replies and the judge's responsive orders).
She did however, finally schedule a hearing with a Discovery referee magistrate. All my motions (and the months of work I was required to do dictated by the various rules) was completely disregarded, and both me and Mr. King were given 2 pages each (double spaced) to go over discovery issues, even though I had filed about 4 different motions about various issues, and he hadn't filed ANY, about Discovery issues, and never did.
During conference I was required to do in accordance with the Rules, Mr. King repeatedly tried to establish that I had committed crimes during the course of conferring which was my legal obligation, without having any rational basis to believe what he was trying to establish. He demanded evidence that would exist, and he kept repeating every lie he could come up with to the judge. The judge would either get annoyed at me if I addressed any of Mr. King's baseless accusations, or take his statements at face value for being 100% true.
Mr. King finally "compromised" and agreed to schedule depositions with me (as long as Mr. King wanted to) and the two deputies who had assaulted me (for 25 minutes each or something) all simultaneously, but refused to schedule anyone else, even though this was grossly advantageous to him, and in blatant violation of Rule 26 of Civil Procedure. One of the eye witness deputies later confirmed that he had "consulted" her over 4 times prior to the trial. During this deposition, Mr. King asked me where a family member of mine works. He had spent about 30-40 minutes trying to convince me that I can tell him anything, that the entire record was designated confidential, that I had nothing to worry about - and at a deposition, you are obligated to answer the questions unless they are harassing. Mr. King also requested contact information for counselors from over 10 years ago, and that was the only question I didn't answer - I told him to provide the request in writing. At some point after that, I told Mr. King to not contact my family member at her workplace, and Mr. King responded "unless you fully and completely cooperate" with his request for contact information for counselors from 10 years+ ago, he would do exactly that - harass my family member with subpoenas sent to her workplace, as I had requested he not do, without EVER REQUESTING A DEPOSITION WITH HER, just using it as leverage.
At the hearing, the Discovery Magistrate (Donna M. Ryu) discussed matters only with Mr. King, without including me. He told her that the 4 eye witness deputies "saw nothing" and "weren't there" (verbatim) trying to get her to deny me my request to take their deposition. She asked him if he would get them to sign fresh "sworn declarations", "under oath" (Judge Ryu's words, verbatim) stating this. Mr. King said yes, absolutely, he would. Judge Ryu asked me "Would that be okay?" I said "No." She started laughing, and asked me why, and I explained that I had explicitly described various interactions with them that had taken place while the carotid hold was still being applied to me, and that they had stated in their written statements that they had witnessed force being used, and that I was "not resisting". She confirmed that this was all true with Mr. King and that he already knew all of this, and ordered him to cooperate with scheduling them for deposition. Mr. King then repeated the same phrases "saw nothing", "weren't there" to Judge Yvonne Gonzalez Rogers prior to the trial.
After that, they went back to discussing matters only with eachother, and I was excluded from discussion. This was an hour long hearing, and at about the 45 minute mark, Mr. King was again lying to the magistrate judge, and when he had finished, I interjected, "That's not true". Judge Ryu shouted "Stop! Stop stop stop stop stop!" And then very assertively explained to me the importance of not interrupting people for the convenience of the court reporter / transcriber. I was excluded from the rest of the hearing.
At some point at either this hearing or the next one, I cited the legal requirement for the parties to disclose contact information for witnesses. I cited the rule of procedure. Judge Ryu responded, "Mr. King is a lawyer!" as if that alone justified his refusal to provide me contact information for EYE witnesses who saw the event. Mr. King and Ms. Abelson had also claimed that they did not have the contact information for the bystander witness (which was a lie), and refused to provide the contact information for the nurse. And when Magistrate Ryu ordered them to provide that, they only gave me the company name he used to work for.
Mr. King refused to provide both fresh written statements from the eye witness deputies as he had promised the magistrate, and to schedule them for deposition, and stated that if he provided written statements, they would be copied and pasted versions of the same statements previously provided, signed under oath (nowhere saying that they "saw nothing" or "weren't there").
Mr. King kept threatening to go to my family member's workplace unless I provided him contact information for counselors from 10+ years ago, DURING a DEPOSITION, without him providing any written request for the information.
He also interfered with scheduling the witnesses for deposition, with the Court reporter that I had hired, disregarded the schedule that I had set, and set them according to his own schedule, which raised the cost of deposition from an estimated about $700 to about $4,000, and said this was my one and only chance.
The Federal Pro Bono Project / the Justice & Diversity Center is an organization that receives seven million dollars a year in public funding and is under contract with the Federal District Court to work with the Court to provide legal consultation to pro se litigants. I had about 19 appointments with them, about 18 with Abby Herzberg, and 1 with Rosemarie Maliekel. Ms. Herzberg was precisely 15 minutes late to every single appointment, repeatedly gave me horrible advice ("just wait", do nothing, "don't file this", despite admitting that the entire motion was valid, directly causing excessive delay and the spoliation of crucial evidence). She also yelled at me aggressively on two occasions because I had brought up state laws, which were being currently violated against me, because the Court had dismissed my "state claims" because Sonoma County refused to supply with a state tort claim form when I first asked, reasoning that was not relevant to the state laws being currently violated against me. After Ms. Herzberg yelled at me the second time, I requested an appointment with Rosemarie Maliekel. Ms. Maliekel spent the entire appointment ranting at me about irrelevant issues, and kept talking over me and interrupting me. I was polite but eventually asked "can I finish what I was saying?" She responded "No!" and kept ranting at me.
I had repeatedly asked about how to properly get medical evidence, and about expert witnesses. Ms. Herzberg ignored my questions and spent nearly the entirety of almost every single appointment reading (or pretending to) through the rules, without letting me speak at all, even to summarize the relevant sections of the rules that I had read.
On a video on their webpage (on the Court's website, because they are a "partner project" with the Court), Abby Herzberg explicitly demonstrates a clear understanding of the fact that the Court provides funding for expert witnesses, despite ignoring my questions about that and spending nearly the entirety of almost every single appointment either reading rules or pretending to.
Discovery was closed.
Mr. King rehashed the legally baseless and frivolous "time barred" claim in a Motion for Summary Judgment. I was required to respond to it twice, and it was obvious Judge Yvonne Gonzalez Rogers wanted to dismiss my claim, and I was required to disprove their baseless legal claims with several tens of pages of case laws. I was required to answer all his "undisputed material facts" under threat of terminating my entire case, but he refused to answer mine. He lied over and over to the judges. As I said, the judge ruled that the laws "wouldn't allow [her] to" dismiss my entire case and rejected his Motion for Summary Judgement.
The Court ordered the Federal Pro Bono Project (FPBP) to put me on a list for attorneys seeking clients. Ms. Herzberg told me that if I filed any motions, that the FPBP would not cooperate with the Court's order, until 1 month before my trial, instead of 6 months before. She also said that a law firm had reached out to them about my case over a month prior to that, and that the staff at the FPBP had not followed up. My filing privileges were then revoked by the Court.
An attorney, David Ratner, reached out to me, and scheduled an initial consultation, over Zoom, at which he stated he "hates cops", and gave a showing of being enthusiastic. I explicitly told him that I wanted to make sure we were on the same page as far as what to "aim for". I told him that I had been working for FIVE YEARS, that I had almost died, that I had suffered two different extremely serious injuries (though I was up front about the injuries being surreptitious and that there had been major delays and flaws with medical evaluation, due to the hospitals not taking my insurance at the time, and ongoing delays because of Covid, and other reasons). I told him that what I asked for was consistent with the most similar case (the Esa Wroth case of 2013) that I knew of (an ask of three million dollars). This was coincidental. I was not aware of the Esa Wroth case when I came up with that number. I agonized over the number to ask for, and had tried SEVERAL times to resolve the case for a tiny fraction of that amount, with Kristi Shultz, with Janell Crane, with Lynda Hopkins, several times with Ms. Abelson who refused to even hear me out, and SEVERAL TIMES with Mr. King, and spent a lot of time trying to come up with a amount that would be MUTUALLY AGREEABLE, EACH TIME and described the methods I used to come up with that number in detail in court documents. Mr. Ratner explicitly agreed to aim for that at the trial. During the Zoom conference, his partner Shelley Mollineaux, showed up about 15 minutes late, stayed for about 3 minutes without saying anything, Mr. Ratner made an awkwardly flirtatious remark to her, and she left without saying anything at all.
Mr. Ratner, and Ms. Mollineaux, who was set to represent me at trial under Mr. Ratner's supervision, then both went dark for over a month. They ignored my emails, voicemails, and messages that I left with their receptionists. There was a hearing, and then Mr. Ratner emailed me demanding "all the documents" that I had. I had over 50 gb of files across thousands of files, and spent about a month working with his paralegals sending them batches of files, and providing all the information they asked me for. Mr. Ratner forwarded me an email from Mr. King where King accused me of violating a court order regarding providing medical providers and the physical addresses of my entire family and my friends, which was false -- the Court had ordered me to provide him CONTACT information, at a second hearing, which wasn't significant, and I had fully and completely complied in good faith with all the Court's orders. Mr. Ratner accused me of not sending him "anything", after I had spent at least several weeks with his paralegals sending them batches of files and information, and he simultaneously threatened to ask the judge for leave to withdraw.
There had been major delays with medical evaluation due in large part to Covid, as well as delayed discovery of brain injury, which is very common, and other factors.
With trial set, Mr. Ratner forwarded me an offer from Defendants for $5,000. Upon discussion (which was 100% in email because he refused to talk over the phone and Ms. Mollineaux completely ignored me), he accused me of not doing Discovery right. I pointed him to the video I referred to earlier, which I had found since Mr. Ratner took my case, but wasn't aware of when I was interacting with the FPBP, where the FPBP (Abby Herzberg), and various District Judges from the Court I was litigating in, state that it is general policy (and it is official policy under the Court's General Order 25) to REOPEN DISCOVERY when a pro bono attorney comes onto the case, and to FUND DEPOSITION AND EXPERT WITNESS FEES.
Mr. Ratner stated he "won't file any motions" and ultimately elected to withdraw from the case over fulfill his legal obligations under the Rules of Professional Conduct. Judge Gonzalez Rogers IGNORED MY REQUEST FOR A HEARING, and in her order granting him leave to withdraw about 2 months before my trial, thanked him. I had spent a ton of time trying to find private attorneys and trying to talk to the FPBP, telling them very clearly that I expected to be put back on the list.After Mr. Ratner withdrew, the FPBP refused to put me back on the list. I was forced into trial BY MYSELF, at 1-2 months prior to trial, after 3 months of my time being completely wasted by Mr. Ratner and his law firm.
I went through the appropriate legal process to submit an expert witness. Judge Yvonne Gonzalez Rogers, as usual, completely ignored my motions, but allowed me to use him after I went through the entire legal process, and paid him thousands of dollars without knowing if I would be granted permission or not, and provided the Court a report stating that the carotid hold was ILLEGAL unless the subject exhibited "assaultive behavior" and that Defendants had never alleged any behavior of mine that constituted "assaultive behavior" (under POST Basic, during 2017). The expert was a Master level instructor at a police academy and former SWAT.
Mr. King provided his pre-trial disclosures, and it contained a document from Rohnert Park police department which had been extensively redacted on the copy that they had provided to me. The new copy contained the contact information for the bystander witness. I called him, and he confirmed that he saw the entire thing, that I had never yelled at the deputies before the first deputy grabbed my arm, and that I was not resisting at any point in time. I told the judge this. She had me call him at a hearing, and both me and Mr. King were allowed a couple of minutes to ask him questions, where he refused to admit that I was even "wiggling" when Mr. King badgered him.
RPPD later sent me the email correspondence between them and Mr. King and Mr. King clearly stated that he had that copy in his records without them sending it, but wanted them to send it to appear official, meaning they had the contact information for the bystander witness the entire time, when they repeatedly lied that they didn't have it.
The judge then refused to allow him to appear at the trial over Zoom (during the height of Covid, even though she let one of the deputies), and refused to summon him to the trial.
Just prior to the trial, the Judge accused me falsely of firing my attorney, and explicitly prohibited me from telling the jury about ANY of the Defendants previous statements about the camera's ability to record (that they had lied about it for 4 years). She explicitly prohibited me from submitting scientific evidence about the carotid hold. She allowed Mr. King to make extremely defamatory false remarks about me and my past which had a huge impact on the jury's perception of things. At a pretrial hearing, we had gone over about 110 documents that I wanted to present at the trial. She vetted about 40 as admissible at the hearing, but at the trial she only let me submit about 4. Defendants were allowed to submit a SECOND expert witness, both of whom worked for the Sonoma County Sheriff's Office. The first was Andrew Cash. The second was James Naugle who had been disclosed literally a week before trial, without a report, and without allowing me to take his deposition. She refused to allow me to ask Mr. Naugle about case laws, or about information pertaining to the carotid hold. The Court refused to summon any of my treating physicians, whom I had provided the names and contact information for in my disclosures at the end of Discovery and some in my initial disclosures, and I had complied with Mr. King's written requests for information or objected within the boundaries of the laws (which I quoted and cited), in good faith, and complied with the Court's orders, in good faith.
I had informed the Court that I was scheduled for medical evaluations for brain injury AFTER THE TRIAL. The Court completely ignored this.
So it was my word against theirs. 5 years, at the time of the mistrial, to get a mockery of a trial, and have the jurors' time completely wasted. The jury wrote me a letter thanking me or something, but awarded me nothing.
I was diagnosed with organic brain injury after the trial. I had a similar test prior to the incident and had absolutely no problems and answered every question with no trouble. I now score in the FOURTH PERCENTILE on those areas.
Despite its length, this has been a short summary of all the events over the past 6 years. Much has been summarized, and much has been left out. I tried my best to balance completeness with leaving out irrelevant details.
There is no record of any misconduct on the part of anyone involved in this that is available to any law enforcement agencies or to the public. Nobody has been disciplined. No investigation was ever conducted. I was almost killed and was seriously injured, under a camera, and in front of witnesses, and spent 6 years working with the government. The government has done precisely NOTHING.
The County now routinely retaliates against me whenever we interact, in blatant violation of various laws.
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Lynda Hopkins took money from the law enforcement unions, and turns a willfully blind eye to it.
The County Office of Legal Counsel is literally a crime syndicate.
In 2015, the Sheriff's Office had a veritable torture ring in the jail.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izcHIv5Y4z8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYrGChrW5HM&list=TLPQMzAwMzIwMjMv0QAOPDy1Lw&index=2
This is just the tip of the iceberg. They lied about the existence of these videos, and "lost" the one where they gave one of the inmates internal bleeding, with a knee to their back.
There was a lawsuit about it. It was called the "Yard Counseling Case". There are news articles about it.
There was an official, written policy, called "Yard Counseling", later its name was changed to "Behavior Counseling" which dictated that for arbitrary punitive measures, Sheriff's Office personnel should extract inmates from their cells individually (which meant slamming their heads onto the door frames on the way out and other abuse), and isolate them, and putting them into "pain compliance" techniques (literally, by definition, torture) for extended periods of time while "counseling" them, which meant wearing no name tags, ski masks and riot gear, carrying a shotgun with them, and insulting them in explicit language for over 20 minutes.
This official written policy was acknowledged by Rob Giordano in a video, where he lies that no inmates where injured, uploaded to YouTube in 2018, when they finally addressed this official written policy, and the practice of torturing inmates without reasonable cause (leading exercise routines, for example).
In 2021, they saw one of the victims of this torture ring, who had sued them and had won, at a peaceful protest, and shot him with a grenade launcher while hiding on a rooftop in the face with a crowd control grenade, which exploded on impact and caused horrific injury that I don't care to describe.
In 2017, I was almost killed by application of a "carotid hold" / lateral vascular neck restraint, by a sheriff's deputy, for literally no reason. A knee was placed on my lower back while I was on the ground on my stomach as well, which caused a serious injury to my kidney, which was the worst injury of my life. I have also been diagnosed with an organic brain injury and cognitive impairment. I was tested for the same type of cognitive impairment before the incident and there is a marked difference, and I have about 30 pages describing the differences I've noticed / troubles I've had in my cognitive functioning. There was no probable cause to arrest me, and I was polite and compliant with all the instructions given to me, and this was confirmed by witnesses. I was punished for invoking my right to remain silent, then my arm was grabbed and yanked up behind me, and then a carotid hold was applied because my body pivoted after the deputy grabbed and yanked my arm.
This occurred UNDER A CAMERA and IN FRONT OF WITNESSES. I called the Sheriff's Office the next day said I want to "make an official complaint in writing". I was transferred to Captain of Internal Affairs, Captain Mark Essick. I repeated my request, verbatim. He responded, verbatim: "We don't do that. Why don't you tell me what happened." I did. I told him it happened right under a camera. He said "The camera can't record." I asked for confirmation. He said the cameras "Don't have recording technology installed."
I asked the County for a claim form. They ignored my request, and instructed me to report the incident to IOLERO. IOLERO requested I meet with Internal Affairs, and I said fine.
Sgt. Andy Cash called me and scheduled me for a meeting at the Sheriff's big station. I was made to walk first and guided upstairs to a meeting room, and then patted down for weapons, and the interview was recorded. For 75 minutes I was deposed about happened. He asked me repeatedly about my mental state after the incident. I admitted that I was upset after the incident, and he acted like that justified the whole incident. He explicitly promised to interview the 4 deputies who witnessed the event in addition to the 2 deputies who participated, as well as the arresting officer (who I told him would confirm that I was polite and cooperative), which he agreed "would confirm [my] demeanor", and a bystander witness I told him about.
I complained to IOLERO director Jerry Threet. Mr. Threet agreed that that was inappropriate, then resigned without reviewing the investigation.
For about 4 years review of the investigation was put on hold because IOLERO staff quit, and when more staff was hired, they complained of being understaffed. They had a budget of over a million dollars but only had 2 employees. They only reviewed one case per four months. And they put off "backlogged" cases and focused on new cases. My complaint was finally reviewed by Interim Director Garrick Byers who clearly stated that the investigation was not conducted appropriately. I have the letter from him. That still has never been made public.
After the interview with Internal Affairs, I corresponded with Lynda Hopkins, and she refused to give her opinion on the matter. I specifically complained that the carotid hold was being used recklessly, and it is a dangerous technique. This was in 2018. She forwarded me to Janell Crane, who then had me meet with Kristi Schultz.
I contacted the DA's Office and spoke to Richard Celli (who made $346k in 2017, and has gunned down two unarmed people, and was convicted by a jury in one of the civil cases brought against him by one of the victim's family, but the sentence was overturned by a judge, while working for the SRPD). The first time I spoke to Mr. Celli, he told me that another law enforcement agency should take my case. After that first time, him and the rest of the DA's Office openly refused to comply with the Victims' Rights Laws (CA Con Art. 1 S. 28), and the "policies" (which are legally binding under CA Con Art 5 S. 13) of the Attorney General stating clearly that they are to take complaints from victims if it can't be resolved with the department.
After the first talk with Mr. Celli, I called Rohnert Park Police as I was instructed, and they 3-way called the Sheriff's office and then transferred me. I spent about 30 minutes reporting the incident to a deputy, and he asked me questions in a fair manner. The incident report from the 30 minute phone call was "directed" to Andrew Cash, and was then destroyed, which is literally a state and federal crime. I called RPPD back and talked to the arresting officer and he positively clearly confirmed that I was "polite, calm, compliant, and cooperative" (or something nearly verbatim, I can't remember exactly any more).
Andrew Cash called me the next day, at precisely 7:00 AM. He told me he was driving. He was extremely confrontational with me. He said "There were 6 deputies [referring to the two who used excessive force on me, and 4 witness deputies]. You were combative." This was false. He had only interviewed one of the 4 witness deputies, and the other 3 had provided written statements. They said that they had witnessed force being used, that they had not participated in the use of force to the best of their memory, and that I "did not appear to be resisting". But again, he had promised explicitly to interview the 4 deputy witnesses, and the arresting officer, and the other witnesses (such as the bystander witness who saw the whole incident, the nurse, etc.).
Internal Affairs exonerated the officers. The letter was signed by Eddie Engram, captain of Internal Affairs at that time. I called Mr. Engram, and had an hour long conversation with him, and he told me to contact Sgt. Cash after April 1st.
I filed a federal claim on the last day that it was due.
Mr. Cash referred me to Legal Counselor, Kara Abelson.
Ms. Abelson spent a year and a half refusing to comply with the Public Records Act, the Rules of Procedure, and the Rules of Professional Conduct. She refused to provide me documents that I was entitled to under law, including the incident report written by Deputies Jacquelin Fazzio and Virgil Smith, and the recorded interviews that he promised he would conduct, and stated pretty clearly that he had conducted.
Kara Abelson spent a year and a half trying to claim that my federal complaint was time barred by 1 day when it wasn't. The judge (Yvonne Gonzalez Rogers) entertained this and forced me to respond SEVEN TIMES, before she finally admitted that the "law wouldn't allow [her] to dismiss [my] complaint".
After a year and a half, Kara Abelson finally withdrew from the case after I started citing the Rules of Professional Conduct to her that require her to resign or withdraw from the case rather than defend a civil case where defense isn't warranted. Nobody had disputed any of the allegations I had made. In fact, Eddie Engram had confirmed that what I said happened was not disputed by the evidence.
At some point around this time, either before or after Ms. Abelson withdrew, the 2 incident reports written by the two deputies, the written statements by 3 of the 4 witness deputies, and the recorded interviews with me, the 2 deputies who assaulted me, and 1 of the eye witness deputies, were provided, along with various other records from the facility. In the recorded interview, and the incident report, the deputies admitted that Virgil Smith had applied the carotid hold.
I had also reported the incident to the State Attorney General Public Inquiry Unite (Lupe Zinzin). She had told me, over and over and over, that the local DA's are required to take complaints from civilians in these situations. She refused to call the DA's Office, though. The DA's Office (Richard Celli, Mark Azzouni, David Kahl, and the anonymous receptionists who all refused to provide their names) refused to take a complaint from me. They (including the receptionists) hung up on me every time I called after no more than 2 minutes, for no reason, transferred me to dead lines, never returned any voicemails I managed to leave, told me explicitly that if I send a complaint, they will throw it away, and didn't care, at all, what the laws were. The receptionists also refuse to provide their names. The Attorney General's Office told me to send them a complaint, so I did. The DA's Office acknowledged receiving the complaint. But later said that they did not have a record of it, meaning they threw it away.
The Attorney General's Office finally agreed to take a complaint from me. It sat on their desk for a year. I finally called them, concerned that evidence was being destroyed, and left a voicemail for Casey Hallinan requesting that they request copies of the physical evidence from the Sheriff's Office. Literally 2 days after that voicemail, a letter was sent to me signed by Sharon Loughner with Casey Hallinan CC'ed on the letter, stating that they would "take no action", and blamed the incident on me. I had not received the letter though, and called and spoke to Ms. Hallinan, who was extremely rude. After that, the Attorney General's Office hang up on me as soon as they find out it's me, for no reason. There has since been a bystander witness who saw the whole thing, and it has come to light that the cameras did record, that no upgrades were ever performed like Ms. Abelson alleged, the cameras do continuously record (as of 2019), and they just lied through their teeth about the camera for 4 straight years. The Attorney General's Office does not care. They violate the laws, and do not care what the laws are.
Sonoma County Office of Legal Counsel attorney Michael King took over after Ms. Abelson withdrew. Right off the bat, Mr. King told me that my motions were deficient - a contention he has repeated frequently, since then. I asked him how. He changed the subject, and to this day has NEVER given any explanation as to how any of my motions are deficient.
He continued to claim that my claim was time barred, filing frivolous motions, in blatant violation of the rules of professional conduct, after I cited the rules to him, constituting explicit legal misconduct.
As I said, the judge finally agreed to open Discovery after a year and a half of full time work trying to fight for my right to not be nearly murdered for no reason.
Lawyers do not take these cases unless there is undeniable proof of blatant guilt, along with undeniable proof of catastrophic injury. Multiple law firms have confirmed that it takes over a million dollars worth of legal work to get these cases to trial.
The judge also promised me a pro bono attorney "if you make it past summary judgment".
The judge scheduled us for Alternative Dispute Resolution (ADR) hearing with a magistrate judge. Mr. King elicited an offer from me, which I spent about 2 weeks working on, trying to make it as agreeable as possible. But then for the hearing, his written offer was to waive charging me his attorneys fees. The ADR magistrate confirmed that there was no legal basis for him to do that - it would be illegal. He had been ordered to participate in this hearing, and there was a legal obligation under the Rules of Procedure to try in good faith to settle the case. He violated the order and the rule of procedure (26 (f)).
All of my motions were completely ignored for no reason.
Mr. King / Defendant Virgil Smith lied about the cameras. They said "Denies the existence of cameras capable of recording in the vicinity", in writing, under oath. They never disputed that he put his knee on top of my back with all his weight on it.
Mr. King refused to comply with his Discovery obligations. I had to file about 4 different motions pertaining to their refusal to comply with the laws regarding disclosure of evidence.
Upon receiving an official Discovery request for records of camera equipment, I received a letter signed under oath by Mr. King (nearly 4 years after the incident) stating that the cameras CAN RECORD. But stating "tasks must be performed" to start the recording function, and stating that all records pertaining to the equipment that was installed at the time HAD BEEN DESTROYED (literally a federal and state crime, a civil tort violation, and a sanctionable act of legal misconduct).
Mr. King refused to schedule any of the witnesses for deposition, demanded MY deposition BEFORE he would even schedule the two deputies who assaulted me, even though I had been requesting depositions with other witnesses for over a month, and refused to schedule anyone else, he refused to answer interrogatories, he refused to provide copies of the policies from the time of the incident. He tried to pass off a weird spreadsheet with the word camera on it as proof that upgrades had been done to the cameras. He refused to provide complete training records for the deputies. He refused to provide details about the training. He refused to provide blueprints of the facility, refused to provide photos of the cameras at the location, refused to provide still images showing which direction the cameras were pointing, was caught lying under oath (and "penalty of perjury") multiple times, refused to provide photos of the deputies so I could schedule depositions efficiently.
The judge erroneously dismissed my Equal Protection claims, construing them as Due Process and Employment Discrimination claims, which are different types of claims than Equal Protection claims against a government actor. The government cannot arbitrarily treat anyone disparately. The Court also dismissed my "Monell" claim against the municipality for their "policies, customs, or practices", but left me leave to amend that claim. And she waited until Discovery opened over 1.5 years into litigation, to do this, forcing me to amend the complaint DURING DISCOVERY which was only open for a limited amount of time, instead of any point in the 1.5 years prior to that.
In the recorded interview with Andrew Cash and one of the witness deputies, she spontaneously states that Mr. Cash instructed her to review the written statements made by the two deputies who assaulted me prior to the interview. Another deputy witness confirmed that Mr. Cash had instructed her to review the written reports by the two deputies who assaulted me prior to her providing Mr. Cash with a written statement as well.
The judge finally retaliated against me, without rational basis, for filing motions, which I had filed because I was being illegally obstructed from preserving evidence, by withdrawing leave to amend regarding the "Monell" claim (I had stated a clear Monell claim to begin with, but the judge literally has an aversion to reading, and relies on guessing, and is biased against pro se litigants; I am summarizing well over 100 pages, if not well over double that, of motions, objections, and replies and the judge's responsive orders).
She did however, finally schedule a hearing with a Discovery referee magistrate. All my motions (and the months of work I was required to do dictated by the various rules) was completely disregarded, and both me and Mr. King were given 2 pages each (double spaced) to go over discovery issues, even though I had filed about 4 different motions about various issues, and he hadn't filed ANY, about Discovery issues, and never did.
During conference I was required to do in accordance with the Rules, Mr. King repeatedly tried to establish that I had committed crimes during the course of conferring which was my legal obligation, without having any rational basis to believe what he was trying to establish. He demanded evidence that would exist, and he kept repeating every lie he could come up with to the judge. The judge would either get annoyed at me if I addressed any of Mr. King's baseless accusations, or take his statements at face value for being 100% true.
Mr. King finally "compromised" and agreed to schedule depositions with me (as long as Mr. King wanted to) and the two deputies who had assaulted me (for 25 minutes each or something) all simultaneously, but refused to schedule anyone else, even though this was grossly advantageous to him, and in blatant violation of Rule 26 of Civil Procedure. One of the eye witness deputies later confirmed that he had "consulted" her over 4 times prior to the trial. During this deposition, Mr. King asked me where a family member of mine works. He had spent about 30-40 minutes trying to convince me that I can tell him anything, that the entire record was designated confidential, that I had nothing to worry about - and at a deposition, you are obligated to answer the questions unless they are harassing. Mr. King also requested contact information for counselors from over 10 years ago, and that was the only question I didn't answer - I told him to provide the request in writing. At some point after that, I told Mr. King to not contact my family member at her workplace, and Mr. King responded "unless you fully and completely cooperate" with his request for contact information for counselors from 10 years+ ago, he would do exactly that - harass my family member with subpoenas sent to her workplace, as I had requested he not do, without EVER REQUESTING A DEPOSITION WITH HER, just using it as leverage.
At the hearing, the Discovery Magistrate (Donna M. Ryu) discussed matters only with Mr. King, without including me. He told her that the 4 eye witness deputies "saw nothing" and "weren't there" (verbatim) trying to get her to deny me my request to take their deposition. She asked him if he would get them to sign fresh "sworn declarations", "under oath" (Judge Ryu's words, verbatim) stating this. Mr. King said yes, absolutely, he would. Judge Ryu asked me "Would that be okay?" I said "No." She started laughing, and asked me why, and I explained that I had explicitly described various interactions with them that had taken place while the carotid hold was still being applied to me, and that they had stated in their written statements that they had witnessed force being used, and that I was "not resisting". She confirmed that this was all true with Mr. King and that he already knew all of this, and ordered him to cooperate with scheduling them for deposition. Mr. King then repeated the same phrases "saw nothing", "weren't there" to Judge Yvonne Gonzalez Rogers prior to the trial.
After that, they went back to discussing matters only with eachother, and I was excluded from discussion. This was an hour long hearing, and at about the 45 minute mark, Mr. King was again lying to the magistrate judge, and when he had finished, I interjected, "That's not true". Judge Ryu shouted "Stop! Stop stop stop stop stop!" And then very assertively explained to me the importance of not interrupting people for the convenience of the court reporter / transcriber. I was excluded from the rest of the hearing.
At some point at either this hearing or the next one, I cited the legal requirement for the parties to disclose contact information for witnesses. I cited the rule of procedure. Judge Ryu responded, "Mr. King is a lawyer!" as if that alone justified his refusal to provide me contact information for EYE witnesses who saw the event. Mr. King and Ms. Abelson had also claimed that they did not have the contact information for the bystander witness (which was a lie), and refused to provide the contact information for the nurse. And when Magistrate Ryu ordered them to provide that, they only gave me the company name he used to work for.
Mr. King refused to provide both fresh written statements from the eye witness deputies as he had promised the magistrate, and to schedule them for deposition, and stated that if he provided written statements, they would be copied and pasted versions of the same statements previously provided, signed under oath (nowhere saying that they "saw nothing" or "weren't there").
Mr. King kept threatening to go to my family member's workplace unless I provided him contact information for counselors from 10+ years ago, DURING a DEPOSITION, without him providing any written request for the information.
He also interfered with scheduling the witnesses for deposition, with the Court reporter that I had hired, disregarded the schedule that I had set, and set them according to his own schedule, which raised the cost of deposition from an estimated about $700 to about $4,000, and said this was my one and only chance.
The Federal Pro Bono Project / the Justice & Diversity Center is an organization that receives seven million dollars a year in public funding and is under contract with the Federal District Court to work with the Court to provide legal consultation to pro se litigants. I had about 19 appointments with them, about 18 with Abby Herzberg, and 1 with Rosemarie Maliekel. Ms. Herzberg was precisely 15 minutes late to every single appointment, repeatedly gave me horrible advice ("just wait", do nothing, "don't file this", despite admitting that the entire motion was valid, directly causing excessive delay and the spoliation of crucial evidence). She also yelled at me aggressively on two occasions because I had brought up state laws, which were being currently violated against me, because the Court had dismissed my "state claims" because Sonoma County refused to supply with a state tort claim form when I first asked, reasoning that was not relevant to the state laws being currently violated against me. After Ms. Herzberg yelled at me the second time, I requested an appointment with Rosemarie Maliekel. Ms. Maliekel spent the entire appointment ranting at me about irrelevant issues, and kept talking over me and interrupting me. I was polite but eventually asked "can I finish what I was saying?" She responded "No!" and kept ranting at me.
I had repeatedly asked about how to properly get medical evidence, and about expert witnesses. Ms. Herzberg ignored my questions and spent nearly the entirety of almost every single appointment reading (or pretending to) through the rules, without letting me speak at all, even to summarize the relevant sections of the rules that I had read.
On a video on their webpage (on the Court's website, because they are a "partner project" with the Court), Abby Herzberg explicitly demonstrates a clear understanding of the fact that the Court provides funding for expert witnesses, despite ignoring my questions about that and spending nearly the entirety of almost every single appointment either reading rules or pretending to.
Discovery was closed.
Mr. King rehashed the legally baseless and frivolous "time barred" claim in a Motion for Summary Judgment. I was required to respond to it twice, and it was obvious Judge Yvonne Gonzalez Rogers wanted to dismiss my claim, and I was required to disprove their baseless legal claims with several tens of pages of case laws. I was required to answer all his "undisputed material facts" under threat of terminating my entire case, but he refused to answer mine. He lied over and over to the judges. As I said, the judge ruled that the laws "wouldn't allow [her] to" dismiss my entire case and rejected his Motion for Summary Judgement.
The Court ordered the Federal Pro Bono Project (FPBP) to put me on a list for attorneys seeking clients. Ms. Herzberg told me that if I filed any motions, that the FPBP would not cooperate with the Court's order, until 1 month before my trial, instead of 6 months before. She also said that a law firm had reached out to them about my case over a month prior to that, and that the staff at the FPBP had not followed up. My filing privileges were then revoked by the Court.
An attorney, David Ratner, reached out to me, and scheduled an initial consultation, over Zoom, at which he stated he "hates cops", and gave a showing of being enthusiastic. I explicitly told him that I wanted to make sure we were on the same page as far as what to "aim for". I told him that I had been working for FIVE YEARS, that I had almost died, that I had suffered two different extremely serious injuries (though I was up front about the injuries being surreptitious and that there had been major delays and flaws with medical evaluation, due to the hospitals not taking my insurance at the time, and ongoing delays because of Covid, and other reasons). I told him that what I asked for was consistent with the most similar case (the Esa Wroth case of 2013) that I knew of (an ask of three million dollars). This was coincidental. I was not aware of the Esa Wroth case when I came up with that number. I agonized over the number to ask for, and had tried SEVERAL times to resolve the case for a tiny fraction of that amount, with Kristi Shultz, with Janell Crane, with Lynda Hopkins, several times with Ms. Abelson who refused to even hear me out, and SEVERAL TIMES with Mr. King, and spent a lot of time trying to come up with a amount that would be MUTUALLY AGREEABLE, EACH TIME and described the methods I used to come up with that number in detail in court documents. Mr. Ratner explicitly agreed to aim for that at the trial. During the Zoom conference, his partner Shelley Mollineaux, showed up about 15 minutes late, stayed for about 3 minutes without saying anything, Mr. Ratner made an awkwardly flirtatious remark to her, and she left without saying anything at all.
Mr. Ratner, and Ms. Mollineaux, who was set to represent me at trial under Mr. Ratner's supervision, then both went dark for over a month. They ignored my emails, voicemails, and messages that I left with their receptionists. There was a hearing, and then Mr. Ratner emailed me demanding "all the documents" that I had. I had over 50 gb of files across thousands of files, and spent about a month working with his paralegals sending them batches of files, and providing all the information they asked me for. Mr. Ratner forwarded me an email from Mr. King where King accused me of violating a court order regarding providing medical providers and the physical addresses of my entire family and my friends, which was false -- the Court had ordered me to provide him CONTACT information, at a second hearing, which wasn't significant, and I had fully and completely complied in good faith with all the Court's orders. Mr. Ratner accused me of not sending him "anything", after I had spent at least several weeks with his paralegals sending them batches of files and information, and he simultaneously threatened to ask the judge for leave to withdraw.
There had been major delays with medical evaluation due in large part to Covid, as well as delayed discovery of brain injury, which is very common, and other factors.
With trial set, Mr. Ratner forwarded me an offer from Defendants for $5,000. Upon discussion (which was 100% in email because he refused to talk over the phone and Ms. Mollineaux completely ignored me), he accused me of not doing Discovery right. I pointed him to the video I referred to earlier, which I had found since Mr. Ratner took my case, but wasn't aware of when I was interacting with the FPBP, where the FPBP (Abby Herzberg), and various District Judges from the Court I was litigating in, state that it is general policy (and it is official policy under the Court's General Order 25) to REOPEN DISCOVERY when a pro bono attorney comes onto the case, and to FUND DEPOSITION AND EXPERT WITNESS FEES.
Mr. Ratner stated he "won't file any motions" and ultimately elected to withdraw from the case over fulfill his legal obligations under the Rules of Professional Conduct. Judge Gonzalez Rogers IGNORED MY REQUEST FOR A HEARING, and in her order granting him leave to withdraw about 2 months before my trial, thanked him. I had spent a ton of time trying to find private attorneys and trying to talk to the FPBP, telling them very clearly that I expected to be put back on the list.After Mr. Ratner withdrew, the FPBP refused to put me back on the list. I was forced into trial BY MYSELF, at 1-2 months prior to trial, after 3 months of my time being completely wasted by Mr. Ratner and his law firm.
I went through the appropriate legal process to submit an expert witness. Judge Yvonne Gonzalez Rogers, as usual, completely ignored my motions, but allowed me to use him after I went through the entire legal process, and paid him thousands of dollars without knowing if I would be granted permission or not, and provided the Court a report stating that the carotid hold was ILLEGAL unless the subject exhibited "assaultive behavior" and that Defendants had never alleged any behavior of mine that constituted "assaultive behavior" (under POST Basic, during 2017). The expert was a Master level instructor at a police academy and former SWAT.
Mr. King provided his pre-trial disclosures, and it contained a document from Rohnert Park police department which had been extensively redacted on the copy that they had provided to me. The new copy contained the contact information for the bystander witness. I called him, and he confirmed that he saw the entire thing, that I had never yelled at the deputies before the first deputy grabbed my arm, and that I was not resisting at any point in time. I told the judge this. She had me call him at a hearing, and both me and Mr. King were allowed a couple of minutes to ask him questions, where he refused to admit that I was even "wiggling" when Mr. King badgered him.
RPPD later sent me the email correspondence between them and Mr. King and Mr. King clearly stated that he had that copy in his records without them sending it, but wanted them to send it to appear official, meaning they had the contact information for the bystander witness the entire time, when they repeatedly lied that they didn't have it.
The judge then refused to allow him to appear at the trial over Zoom (during the height of Covid, even though she let one of the deputies), and refused to summon him to the trial.
Just prior to the trial, the Judge accused me falsely of firing my attorney, and explicitly prohibited me from telling the jury about ANY of the Defendants previous statements about the camera's ability to record (that they had lied about it for 4 years). She explicitly prohibited me from submitting scientific evidence about the carotid hold. She allowed Mr. King to make extremely defamatory false remarks about me and my past which had a huge impact on the jury's perception of things. At a pretrial hearing, we had gone over about 110 documents that I wanted to present at the trial. She vetted about 40 as admissible at the hearing, but at the trial she only let me submit about 4. Defendants were allowed to submit a SECOND expert witness, both of whom worked for the Sonoma County Sheriff's Office. The first was Andrew Cash. The second was James Naugle who had been disclosed literally a week before trial, without a report, and without allowing me to take his deposition. She refused to allow me to ask Mr. Naugle about case laws, or about information pertaining to the carotid hold. The Court refused to summon any of my treating physicians, whom I had provided the names and contact information for in my disclosures at the end of Discovery and some in my initial disclosures, and I had complied with Mr. King's written requests for information or objected within the boundaries of the laws (which I quoted and cited), in good faith, and complied with the Court's orders, in good faith.
I had informed the Court that I was scheduled for medical evaluations for brain injury AFTER THE TRIAL. The Court completely ignored this.
So it was my word against theirs. 5 years, at the time of the mistrial, to get a mockery of a trial, and have the jurors' time completely wasted. The jury wrote me a letter thanking me or something, but awarded me nothing.
I was diagnosed with organic brain injury after the trial. I had a similar test prior to the incident and had absolutely no problems and answered every question with no trouble. I now score in the FOURTH PERCENTILE on those areas.
Despite its length, this has been a short summary of all the events over the past 6 years. Much has been summarized, and much has been left out. I tried my best to balance completeness with leaving out irrelevant details.
There is no record of any misconduct on the part of anyone involved in this that is available to any law enforcement agencies or to the public. Nobody has been disciplined. No investigation was ever conducted. I was almost killed and was seriously injured, under a camera, and in front of witnesses, and spent 6 years working with the government. The government has done precisely NOTHING.
The County now routinely retaliates against me whenever we interact, in blatant violation of various laws.
2023.04.02 05:54 bluenicke Call to "poison control" for my dog.
My dog ate some rat poison this morning and I took him to Medvet on Redbank. They had me call a number, that they called "poison control," which sounds like a county agency. But it was actually a call center manned by a vet, who took the information regarding the details of the poison ingestion. They charged $85 dollars before telling me it wasn't a large enough ingestion to be toxic to my 70 lbs dog... who is doing fine, btw. Just curious if anyone is familiar with the financial arrangement of this referral. Medvet didn't receive any payment from me. Are they just so overwhelmed with business? And is there an actual government agency that can give you the info for free?
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2023.04.02 05:37 ratbastid What show is overlooked, and why is it great?
Share yours! Here's mine:
Dispatches from Elsewhere is created and written by Jason Segel. It centers on four characters, each broken in their own specific way, who find their salvation in each other as they play an alternate reality puzzle game put on by the mysterious Jejune Institute (based on a real-life ARG game that took place in San Francisco from 2008 to 2011).
Featuring Segal, Sally Field, Andre Benjamin (of Outkast), and A-MA-ZING newcomer Eve Lindley. Full of magic, heart, pain, discovery (of the world and of the self), art, and beauty.
STRONG recommend. It's totally fun and absolutely gorgeous. It's available for streaming on Amazon Prime.
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Dispatches from Elsewhere is created and written by Jason Segel. It centers on four characters, each broken in their own specific way, who find their salvation in each other as they play an alternate reality puzzle game put on by the mysterious Jejune Institute (based on a real-life ARG game that took place in San Francisco from 2008 to 2011).
Featuring Segal, Sally Field, Andre Benjamin (of Outkast), and A-MA-ZING newcomer Eve Lindley. Full of magic, heart, pain, discovery (of the world and of the self), art, and beauty.
STRONG recommend. It's totally fun and absolutely gorgeous. It's available for streaming on Amazon Prime.
2023.04.02 05:05 Phoenix_BFN My classmate is a mentally ill person with violent streaks and nobody knows what to do with him.
This is a bit of a random thing to write here but it has been on my mind the whole day and I can't sleep so here we go. This is going to be a long one btw, TLDR is at the end.
I study at a vocational school. In case some of you don't know what this means, it's a school where you study a specific profession in addition to the standard curriculum (albeit modified to fit our profession). Long story short, I'm a car guy from head to toe.
Now let's talk about the star of the story, let's call him Kevin. At the beginning of the year when nobody knew anyone, one guy in the class tried to befriend him since they sat together in one of our classes. Soon the guy sat away from him. You see, Kevin doesn't shower. How did we discover this? With our noses.
It's hard to tell what life Kevin lives considering that his constant lying has made us doubt anything that comes out of his mouth. About a month into our school year, in a boring old English class, Kevin started to stare at the whiteboard in confusion. The teacher asked Kevin why he wasn't writing anything down and giving the whiteboard such a look. He responded that he is colorblind and can't see what's written on the whiteboard. I repeat this was a whole month into the year and he only now had problems with seeing. Soon he started to talk about how he has a one-of-a-kind type of colorblindness where he can only see in black and white. Everyone called BS on it pretty quickly, but this didn't change anything. His mother came to our school and demanded that our electronics teacher would go to the local Toyota-certified parts store and get her son "colorblind-proof wiring". At this point, other students started to poke at him, making jokes when he had no apparent issues telling apart different colors during art class.
Now here's the kicker of the lies. Kevin claimed that his grandmother bought a DMC-12 Delorean and it's stored in the old barn at her farm. We called BS on that as fast as lighting. Not only are the sales of cars as rare as the Delorean quite well monitored, not a single Delorean has ever set foot in the country. Soon, jokes went around the class, some even stretching out to our parallel class. Kevin's excuse as to why there were no pictures of the car was that his grandma doesn't know how to use a phone. I suppose he got sick of our comments because one day he said that his grandma sold the Delorean.
I was alright with joking about the various lies, but I stopped when the jokes stretched to his other attributes. One day he brought a hentai Manga to school that his mom had bought him for Christmas. (I only assume she ordered it online and didn't bother to check over what it contained.)
Telling him off for reading something like that in class is one thing (Not to mention the number of images of barely-clothed anime girls he sent on our automotive and gaming-centered Discord server), but name-calling someone for simply enjoying a certain type of media is another. (Kevin hates it if you call him a weeb, no matter the context).
One guy thought that it would be funny to sit behind Kevin in class and silently spray deodorant on him. I have to admit, although that kind of behavior is riding on the edge of bullying, it was more of a last attempt to make him more self-conscious. We had complained about his odor to the school before who then relayed the complaint to the parents, but that didn't seem to help one bit. It just seems that he doesn't want to or doesn't feel the need to shower.
Kevin's aggression increased one evening in the Discord server where he started randomly threatening people in the text channels. We got screenshots of all the threats and banned him after he threatened to bring an axe to school.
Then came last Wednesday. We had a test due in Geography where we had to do a PowerPoint presentation on a given subject. Kevin was eager to do his first, but the teacher had trouble finding the link to his presentation in her email so she let another student do theirs while Kevin found his presentation. After the other student finished, Kevin was up again. This time he tried to log onto his own Google Drive to get the presentation from there. After failing to log in, he yelled curses and punched the teacher's desk in full force. Other students told him to settle down which prompted Kevin to scream at the whole class.
I sat in the front row and tried to defuse the situation by saying that he doesn't have to stress about the presentation since we have time to do it last week, but he got up to my face, yelling before I got to finish the sentence. This took me by surprise and I nearly choked on my spit. My friend who sat next to me told him to calm down and sit back down which prompted Kevin to jump over the table between us and tackle my friend to the ground. All of this happened in front of our teacher. Other students rushed in and separated the two and Kevin was dragged to the principal's office.
The next day, we found out the truth from our principal. What Kevin's parents had neglected to notify the school about is that Kevin has a diagnosed mental illness.
"It used to be worse when he was younger." - Kevin's mom about the situation
Yesterday during lunch, our electronics teacher came to our table and asked about the whole Kevin situation. He said that as much as he knows about the situation from other teachers, the school doesn't know what to do with him. He can't be expelled because his grades are good, the threats on Discord aren't anything to the school until he brings an axe to school and the debacle in Geography class isn't a big enough issue unless it happens again.
So now not only is the class troubled by Kevin, but the entire school too. If anyone has suggestions, gladly send them my way. I might update this post once something happens.
TLDR: My classmate is disliked by everyone due to his odor and various his ways of seeking attention that would usually backfire. He tackled my friend in the middle of class and we found out that he has a mental illness. Now we don't know what to do.
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I study at a vocational school. In case some of you don't know what this means, it's a school where you study a specific profession in addition to the standard curriculum (albeit modified to fit our profession). Long story short, I'm a car guy from head to toe.
Now let's talk about the star of the story, let's call him Kevin. At the beginning of the year when nobody knew anyone, one guy in the class tried to befriend him since they sat together in one of our classes. Soon the guy sat away from him. You see, Kevin doesn't shower. How did we discover this? With our noses.
It's hard to tell what life Kevin lives considering that his constant lying has made us doubt anything that comes out of his mouth. About a month into our school year, in a boring old English class, Kevin started to stare at the whiteboard in confusion. The teacher asked Kevin why he wasn't writing anything down and giving the whiteboard such a look. He responded that he is colorblind and can't see what's written on the whiteboard. I repeat this was a whole month into the year and he only now had problems with seeing. Soon he started to talk about how he has a one-of-a-kind type of colorblindness where he can only see in black and white. Everyone called BS on it pretty quickly, but this didn't change anything. His mother came to our school and demanded that our electronics teacher would go to the local Toyota-certified parts store and get her son "colorblind-proof wiring". At this point, other students started to poke at him, making jokes when he had no apparent issues telling apart different colors during art class.
Now here's the kicker of the lies. Kevin claimed that his grandmother bought a DMC-12 Delorean and it's stored in the old barn at her farm. We called BS on that as fast as lighting. Not only are the sales of cars as rare as the Delorean quite well monitored, not a single Delorean has ever set foot in the country. Soon, jokes went around the class, some even stretching out to our parallel class. Kevin's excuse as to why there were no pictures of the car was that his grandma doesn't know how to use a phone. I suppose he got sick of our comments because one day he said that his grandma sold the Delorean.
I was alright with joking about the various lies, but I stopped when the jokes stretched to his other attributes. One day he brought a hentai Manga to school that his mom had bought him for Christmas. (I only assume she ordered it online and didn't bother to check over what it contained.)
Telling him off for reading something like that in class is one thing (Not to mention the number of images of barely-clothed anime girls he sent on our automotive and gaming-centered Discord server), but name-calling someone for simply enjoying a certain type of media is another. (Kevin hates it if you call him a weeb, no matter the context).
One guy thought that it would be funny to sit behind Kevin in class and silently spray deodorant on him. I have to admit, although that kind of behavior is riding on the edge of bullying, it was more of a last attempt to make him more self-conscious. We had complained about his odor to the school before who then relayed the complaint to the parents, but that didn't seem to help one bit. It just seems that he doesn't want to or doesn't feel the need to shower.
Kevin's aggression increased one evening in the Discord server where he started randomly threatening people in the text channels. We got screenshots of all the threats and banned him after he threatened to bring an axe to school.
Then came last Wednesday. We had a test due in Geography where we had to do a PowerPoint presentation on a given subject. Kevin was eager to do his first, but the teacher had trouble finding the link to his presentation in her email so she let another student do theirs while Kevin found his presentation. After the other student finished, Kevin was up again. This time he tried to log onto his own Google Drive to get the presentation from there. After failing to log in, he yelled curses and punched the teacher's desk in full force. Other students told him to settle down which prompted Kevin to scream at the whole class.
I sat in the front row and tried to defuse the situation by saying that he doesn't have to stress about the presentation since we have time to do it last week, but he got up to my face, yelling before I got to finish the sentence. This took me by surprise and I nearly choked on my spit. My friend who sat next to me told him to calm down and sit back down which prompted Kevin to jump over the table between us and tackle my friend to the ground. All of this happened in front of our teacher. Other students rushed in and separated the two and Kevin was dragged to the principal's office.
The next day, we found out the truth from our principal. What Kevin's parents had neglected to notify the school about is that Kevin has a diagnosed mental illness.
"It used to be worse when he was younger." - Kevin's mom about the situation
Yesterday during lunch, our electronics teacher came to our table and asked about the whole Kevin situation. He said that as much as he knows about the situation from other teachers, the school doesn't know what to do with him. He can't be expelled because his grades are good, the threats on Discord aren't anything to the school until he brings an axe to school and the debacle in Geography class isn't a big enough issue unless it happens again.
So now not only is the class troubled by Kevin, but the entire school too. If anyone has suggestions, gladly send them my way. I might update this post once something happens.
TLDR: My classmate is disliked by everyone due to his odor and various his ways of seeking attention that would usually backfire. He tackled my friend in the middle of class and we found out that he has a mental illness. Now we don't know what to do.
2023.04.02 05:04 Throwawayingaccount Persona 6 concept art leak!
Hey, I was able to snap a quick picture of my computer during a zoom meeting, where an executive accidentally showed some Persona 6 concept art.
https://i.imgur.com/ZUtjpRR.jpg
What do you all think? This design looks a bit older than before, perhaps freshman year of college?
And his glove, that's obviously where his persona comes from, and it has to be symbolic that it comes out of his hand. Perhaps this means persona 6's theme will be centered around 'created with our own hands'?
I'm eager to hear what you all think.
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https://i.imgur.com/ZUtjpRR.jpg
What do you all think? This design looks a bit older than before, perhaps freshman year of college?
And his glove, that's obviously where his persona comes from, and it has to be symbolic that it comes out of his hand. Perhaps this means persona 6's theme will be centered around 'created with our own hands'?
I'm eager to hear what you all think.
2023.04.02 04:57 cobalt_phrase [android][2012-15] collection of colorful block–based games
Platform(s): android app
Genre: casual/puzzle/arcade
Estimated year of release: not sure about release, but it was available on the Play Store around 2012-15 (and no longer seems to be available. for whatever reason, it's missing from my "not installed" apps, while some other no-longer-public games i played during that time period are still there)
Graphics/art style:
Notable gameplay mechanics:
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Genre: casual/puzzle/arcade
Estimated year of release: not sure about release, but it was available on the Play Store around 2012-15 (and no longer seems to be available. for whatever reason, it's missing from my "not installed" apps, while some other no-longer-public games i played during that time period are still there)
Graphics/art style:
- portrait mode
- each of the games had square blocks of 4(?) different colors: i think cyan, magenta, yellow, and lime green
- the background was black and/or dark gray
- 2d but iirc the blocks had some subtle skeuomorphism. something along the lines of this or this
- at least one of the games involved additional 'tiers' of block: different-sized grids of blocks stuck together (i think just 2x2, 3x3, and 4x4) and scaled so that the overall size was the same as/similar to a regular block
- otherwise very bare-bones design. was probably an individual dev's hobby project, or maybe a small team
Notable gameplay mechanics:
- each game kept track of your top 10(?) scores
- one of the games gave you a grid of blocks (more rows than columns) where each block was a random color, and you had to select four blocks of the same color that formed the corners of a rectangle. when you did, all the blocks in that rectangle got replaced with new randomly colored blocks, and you got points based on the size of the rectangle. the game was timed, and when the timer ran out, you got a popup with that game's final score and your personal high score
- not 100% sure but i think blocks shrunk when you selected them, so that they occupied only the center part of their grid cell and the rest of the cell was background color
- there was a steadily shrinking bar near the top of the screen to show how much time you had left
- each time you got a rectangle, you got extra time based on the size of the rectangle
- one of the games was breakout
- one of the games gave you a grid with a few blocks of different tiers scattered around (i.e. most of the cells were empty). when you selected an empty cell, a new block would appear there (there was an indicator outside the grid showing you what kind of block would appear next, like in tetris). if your move resulted in three (or maybe it was four?) blocks of the same color and tier being adjacent to each other, then the block you just placed would 'level up'---a regular, 2x2, or 3x3 block would become the next tier block of the same color, while a 4x4 block would become a regular block of a different color (in sequence. something like yellow -> green -> magenta -> cyan, but i forget)---and the others would disappear. the game ended when there were no more empty cells
- i think there were other games but i must not have liked them as much lol
- some if not all of the games were available as standalone apps under the same developer
- seemed to eat up my battery/heat up my phone a lot compared to similar games
2023.04.02 04:54 newswall-org Baseball's top earners: Ohtani leads the way (via Axios)
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2023.04.02 04:49 revirrev Spring Hop Up FREE family event tomorrow!
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2023.04.02 04:30 t0odlesnot SPC March 31st forecast
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2023.04.02 04:26 SilentJoe27 I was wander through Atlanta Comic Con when I saw this guy at the Center for Puppetry Arts booth
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2023.04.02 04:18 PRTY24-7 Todays pick ups
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2023.04.02 03:49 RithOP Very (not) Original and Average Asian CS Male Gets Average Results
Demographics
Academics
List the highest scores earned and all scores that were reported.
List all extracurricular involvements, including leadership roles, time commitments, major achievements, etc.
List all awards and honors submitted on your application.
Not much here to be honest I didn't do many of the standard coding competitions or hackathons.
Counselor (6/10): Our HS is really fucked up when it comes to counselors because mine changed like every year. I did make an effort to really try and talk to my counselor this year though and gave her a brag sheet to go off of.
APES Teacher (8/10): Honestly one of the nicest and best teachers in my entire HS experience. Super passionate about teaching and the group research final project was honestly one of the most fun projects I've had. I talked a lot with her and since it was a pretty small class she knew me very well. I also sent her the same brag sheet I sent my counselor.
AP Lang Teacher (7/10): Much like my APES teacher, she was one of the few teachers I actually talked a decent amount with. We had a documentary as our final project and I think she really liked mine. She had her own questions for the recommendations so I just answered those on a google doc and sent it to her.
Side notes about recommendations:
Didn't do any interviews, too busy procrastinating on college applications.
Essays
I've been told I'm a very descriptive writer if it counts for anything but my ratings will probably be subjective. My common app was pretty good, I think the topic I chose made it stand out from any others that I've seen because of how personal and kind of abstract/weird it was. My topic was more centered around how I think and how my way of thinking has grown throughout the years (Question #5 on the common app about growth). I would rate it a solid 7/10. My supplementals were decent, some were better than others because some questions were honestly better and easier to answer than others.
Decisions (indicate ED/EA/REA/SCEA/RD)
Acceptances:
Honestly went pretty much how I was expecting it to go. I was a bit fearful that I might not get into chapel or state because of how similar my stats were to everyone else in my school but I'm glad it worked out. I was pretty surprised by the big UMaryland scholarship but it was also like my designated safety. I'm pretty sure priority waitlist at CMU just means I get the heads up about any availabilities May 9th instead of June. Kind of sad about Georgia Tech and Duke, probably my closest thing to a dream school. I was fully expecting the rejections by all the ones I got rejected by. Also a little bit of regret about not finding a workaround to the 2 art credits required to apply to the UC schools.
Currently leaning towards putting in the deposit for UNC because of how much it promotes interdisciplinary studies compared to NC State, which really only has its engineering school going for it in comparison to Chapel. I will most likely wait till May 9th, and if I get into CMU I will probably be finding a way to accept the spot and go unless I change my mind because of the price.
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- Gender: Male
- Race/Ethnicity: South Asian
- Residence: North Carolina
- Income Bracket: upper middle ig?
- Type of School: Public
- Hooks (Recruited Athlete, URM, First-Gen, Geographic, Legacy, etc.): Immigrated but it was at a young age so idk if it counts
Academics
- GPA (UW/W): 4.0/ 4.66 (grade inflation this is normal at my HS)
- Side note: I was in the NCSSM online program which is kind of like taking CC classes but instead its at a better funded high school and they give you benefits and stuff. My GPA there was a 4.0/5.0 since I only took 4 classes (doesn't count towards my HS GPA).
- Rank (or percentile): currently at like 10-15ish out of 500ish
- # of Honors/AP/IB/Dual Enrollment/etc.: 14 AP, 14 Honors, and the 4 NCSSM courses
- Senior Year Course Load: Calc BC and AP Lit
List the highest scores earned and all scores that were reported.
- SAT I: 1520 (740RW, 780M) reading fucked me up hard
- Didn't take ACT because I felt like I could do better things with my time
- AP/IB: Mostly 5s and 4s throw in a couple of 3s on the BS ones like AP Chem
- Other (ex. IELTS, TOEFL, etc.): N/A
List all extracurricular involvements, including leadership roles, time commitments, major achievements, etc.
- Research thing with some of the professors at NCSSM: Stayed there for like 3 weeks overnight free of charge, completely paid for by the school and engaged in tons of research activity. Gave me a pretty good glimpse of how I want college life to be. My research eventually got published in a paper after a while but it wasn't anything too significant. Happened during the summer of junior year.
- Machine Learning Club Officer at my HS in my junior year: We did tons of stuff like entering competitions and doing courses on Kaggle. I was responsible for presenting the slides at each meeting and just brainstorming ideas with the other leaders.
- Science Lead Tutor in the Peer Tutoring club: The club was actually made by the school admins so that they could meet the demand of students/parents asking for tutoring. Pretty popular club and it was how I earned the majority of the volunteer hours. I was responsible for managing the actual tutoring people and sending them off to where they needed to be. Did this every year besides senior year.
- VP of Developer's Society: Similar to the one above but instead of HS kids, we would go to our local middle school and promote interest in STEM topics. We all came up with some course topics/ideas/activities to do with the kids and went over at least once a month. Pretty fun in general, I've been doing it from 10th grade till now.
- News Editor in School Newspaper: One year thing in 9th grade where I managed the news section of the school newspaper we published every week. I wrote around 20 articles for the section myself and peer reviewed a lot of other papers to get them ready for publishing. Took up a lot of my time freshman year.
- Varsity Tennis: Been playing the sport for a long time, I've been in the varsity team in my HS for all 4 years of high school and I got varsity letters all 4 years. Hoping to make it to states this year.
- Guitar: One of my favorite hobbies, I've been playing the guitar ever since I was a little kid. I have my own YouTube channel where I upload little beats I create time to time but I mainly play as a hobby. Also it is extremely calming playing and doing maintenance on an instrument.
- Science Olympiad: I did Science Olympiad during my sophomore and junior years, I started on a whim but it was pretty fun. I was on the JV team the first year and the Varsity team the next. We made it to regionals and then states both years.
- Co-founder of Self Improvement Club: Basically the "weight lifting" club at our school. We make frequent trips to our school's gym, support each other in and out of the weight room and our president is very passionate about his motivational speeches.
- JV Cross Country: Absolute torture during the years that I did it but it really whipped me into shape and got my stamina up for the tennis season. Ran multiple 5ks and my PR was around 20 minutes at the end of the season.
List all awards and honors submitted on your application.
Not much here to be honest I didn't do many of the standard coding competitions or hackathons.
- 4 year Tennis Varsity Letters + some medals from USTA tourneys
- 4x Science Olympiad regional finalist
- Music achievement certificates for guitar back when I used to recitals.
Counselor (6/10): Our HS is really fucked up when it comes to counselors because mine changed like every year. I did make an effort to really try and talk to my counselor this year though and gave her a brag sheet to go off of.
APES Teacher (8/10): Honestly one of the nicest and best teachers in my entire HS experience. Super passionate about teaching and the group research final project was honestly one of the most fun projects I've had. I talked a lot with her and since it was a pretty small class she knew me very well. I also sent her the same brag sheet I sent my counselor.
AP Lang Teacher (7/10): Much like my APES teacher, she was one of the few teachers I actually talked a decent amount with. We had a documentary as our final project and I think she really liked mine. She had her own questions for the recommendations so I just answered those on a google doc and sent it to her.
Side notes about recommendations:
- I highly suggest that you do not just send your resume as your brag sheet. It's my personal opinion that colleges care more about teachers can attest to how your mind works, your goals for the future, and your personality rather than just the things you did as extracurriculars.
- Add some questions/topics you are passionate about to your brag sheet or some personal experiences. Also remember to provide context that helps the teacher remember who you are.
- Never forget to say thank you and be patient. Do not rush them even if your deadline is approaching, teachers have a ton of work to do and generally get an extra week or two after the application is due to submit their recommendations.
Didn't do any interviews, too busy procrastinating on college applications.
Essays
I've been told I'm a very descriptive writer if it counts for anything but my ratings will probably be subjective. My common app was pretty good, I think the topic I chose made it stand out from any others that I've seen because of how personal and kind of abstract/weird it was. My topic was more centered around how I think and how my way of thinking has grown throughout the years (Question #5 on the common app about growth). I would rate it a solid 7/10. My supplementals were decent, some were better than others because some questions were honestly better and easier to answer than others.
Decisions (indicate ED/EA/REA/SCEA/RD)
Acceptances:
- EA UNC Chapel Hill
- EA NC State
- EA UMaryland (the big one) + Honors College + 20k scholarship
- EA Defer -> RD University of Virginia
- Priority (?) waitlist at Carnegie Mellon University
- Georgia Tech :(
- UMich
- Duke
- Stanford
- Princeton
- Cornell
- University of Illinois and Urbana-Champaign (CS)
Honestly went pretty much how I was expecting it to go. I was a bit fearful that I might not get into chapel or state because of how similar my stats were to everyone else in my school but I'm glad it worked out. I was pretty surprised by the big UMaryland scholarship but it was also like my designated safety. I'm pretty sure priority waitlist at CMU just means I get the heads up about any availabilities May 9th instead of June. Kind of sad about Georgia Tech and Duke, probably my closest thing to a dream school. I was fully expecting the rejections by all the ones I got rejected by. Also a little bit of regret about not finding a workaround to the 2 art credits required to apply to the UC schools.
Currently leaning towards putting in the deposit for UNC because of how much it promotes interdisciplinary studies compared to NC State, which really only has its engineering school going for it in comparison to Chapel. I will most likely wait till May 9th, and if I get into CMU I will probably be finding a way to accept the spot and go unless I change my mind because of the price.
2023.04.02 03:43 cwcobblestone "A Maid's Diary," Chapter 5
“A Maid’s Diary,” Chapter 5
by c.w. cobblestone
Dear Diary,
It’s been several days since my last entry. The family is running me ragged and there’s been no time to write. Luckily, I finished before midnight tonight, so I finally have a few minutes to myself before I have to crash.
This schedule is ridiculous, but that’s the least of my problems. Not only does my workload keep increasing, but I’m being treated worse than ever. Since Mike gave the girls permission to hit me, they’ve become drunk with power, often slapping me for no reason. Especially Olivia. Usually, Kelsey is just bitchy and demanding, and will only hit me if I’ve done something wrong, whereas her impish younger sister invents reasons to punish me, like the other night when she gave me one across the chops at dinner because she said the tater tots on her plate weren’t lined up properly. But I don’t have to even do anything wrong; Olivia will sometimes just slap me out of the blue and say “that’s for nothing,” emulating her father.
While I never had any authority over Kelsey and Olivia even before their real dad moved in and became head of our household, I nonetheless can tell the girls are thrilled to be allowed to slap the shit out of their sissy of a stepfather any time they feel like it.
Mike encourages it. So does Jen. Just last night, when Kelsey complained about a smudge on the heel one of her shoes, my wife told her, “I’d smack the bitch if I was you.” Kelsey obliged. After her stinging backhand, I stood before the family holding back tears as Olivia pointed at me cackling and Jen called me a pathetic little faggot. Meanwhile, Mike sat back proudly surveying the evil he’s fomented in our home.
I constantly fantasize about running as far away as I can from these terrible people and leaving this madness behind. While I never had what you’d call a loving, supportive family, my situation at home has turned into a nightmare since Mike showed up. Jennifer no longer resembles the woman I married, and Kelsey and Olivia have become like spawns of the devil. More and more, I’m beginning to wonder if that isn’t literally true. It’s as if Satan himself is sleeping in my bed, exerting his dark influence on Jen and the girls, encouraging them to abuse me in the most unthinkable ways.
My treatment has become so bad, Mike told his daughters the other day that they should keep our household dynamic a secret from everyone but their most trusted friends. Although I will be coming out at the wedding as the family maid, Mike said he doesn’t want people knowing everything that happens in the privacy of our home. That’s because folks would probably alert the authorities if they knew the kind of abuse that goes on in our dysfunctional domicile.
But the police wouldn’t be able to do anything because it’s all consensual. I hate myself for it, but it’s true. I just can’t say no to the prick, even when obeying him means destroying myself.
When I went to the County Center on my lunch hour last week to drop off the divorce papers and formally file to have my name changed, I stood outside the building entrance for several minutes, completely paralyzed. I somehow sensed that if I went through with Mike’s demand and changed my name to Buffy Jameson, the loss of my former self would be more than symbolic; it would mark the literal death of Lester Edwin Bradford — not exactly the manliest man in the world, but at least a man.
Of course, I ended up doing it. I had tears in my eyes, and the clerk asked if I was okay, but I filed the paperwork like a good little sissy bitch. Nobody twisted my arm. Sure, Mike has twisted my brain, but legally speaking I’m acting under my own free will. Everything that happens to me is completely my fault because I could walk away anytime but choose to stay. Why, I don’t know. I’ve racked my brain and agonized over the matter, but I can’t understand this hold Mike has over me. It’s not just me, though. He has that effect on everyone. And he’s turned them all against me, just because the evil sonofabitch thinks it’s funny to ruin my life.
Work has become a welcome escape. By now, everyone at the bank has gotten used to me dressing as a woman, and while it’s still highly embarrassing for me, I’m able to tune it out for the most part. I go straight to my desk in the morning, sit in a nice, soft chair, and try to concentrate on stock trends for 8 hours.
No matter how deeply I dive into the NYSE and NADAQ tables, though, it’s always in the back of my mind that when quitting time comes, a veritable house of horrors awaits me.
In a nutshell, my life really sucks right now. All I can do is go to sleep and hope that when I wake up, this will all have been just a dream.
Dear Diary,
Two thugs harassed me after work today while I was walking back to my car. They started following me about a quarter-mile out of downtown. I tried to walk faster but they quickly caught up.
“What’s your hurry, sweet-cheeks?” one of the men asked. “I want to be your boyfriend.”
“I like how your ass looks in that dress,” the other one said.
“Come on, bitch, you know you want it,” the first sleazeball added. “You trannies are all the same.”
“Yeah, you’re all sluts who like guys with big dicks, and we both got huge ones.” The man flashed a crooked-toothed grin. “Wanna see?”
I was scared to death and quickened my pace to a near trot, not an easy task in heels. The two men stayed with me, grabbing my ass and making lewd comments the entire time, until finally, thankfully, I reached my car. The brutes slammed their fists on my hood and screamed obscenities at me as I peeled away.
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and gripping the steering wheel proved difficult. During the ride home, I debated whether to tell Mike what had happened. There was no real need for him to know, but he has me so brainwashed I’m scared to keep anything from him.
In the end, I gave in and told my master about my encounter with the two ruffians. Big mistake. He thought the whole thing was hilarious.
“You were probably shaking your ass at them, you sissy whore,” he crowed, and I was glad Jen and the girls weren’t there to witness this latest embarrassment.
Since no one was around to provide an audience, Mike left me alone to tidy up the house. I later found out through his telephone conversation that Jen and the girls were out looking at wedding dresses.
My heart was in the gutter while I cleaned, knowing that Jen and the girls were out shopping to find a dress so my wife could look beautiful on her wedding day. I’m trying to put Jen’s happiness first, and she’s made it clear that she’s thrilled to be marrying the only man she’s ever loved, but it’s impossible. The vision of my beautiful, soon-to-be-ex-bride exchanging vows with Mike brings tears to my eyes and makes me want to puke.
As I tidied up a house that is no longer mine, clad in high heels and an outlandishly short slave dress that doesn’t cover my ruffled panties, topped by a faggoty cap and apron, I didn’t think my mood could get any worse.
It got much worse.
I was cleaning the toilet when my master rushed into the bathroom unzipping his pants. “Move, sissy!” he yelled.
As I started to back away, he grabbed my shoulder. “Hang on a sec. Turn around and bend over the toilet with your face up.”
I obeyed, leaning uncomfortably backward so that the rear of my head was inside the bowl. I knew what was coming as he whipped out his dick with a sneer.
“Open wide and say ah,” he said an instant before the yellow stream started burning my eyes. I opened my mouth, instantly tasting his bitter urine, which overflowed my mouth, running down my forehead and soaking my hair.
“Say ah, goddamn it,” Mike growled.
“Aggggggghhh,” I gargled, choking from his stream of pee, which elicited a chuckle from my tormentor.
It was the longest 60 seconds of my life. When Mike finally finished urinating, he shook the last few drops on my face before zipping back up.
“I just gave you a present, bitch What do you say?”
“T-thank you sir.”
“You’re welcome, now clean yourself up,” he said over his shoulder as he strolled out of the bathroom. “I don’t want my maid smelling like piss.”
Crying my poor little eyes out, I ran to my basement shower and washed that piss right out of my hair. After changing to a new frock, I cleaned the upstairs bathroom where Mike had missed the toilet and made a mess, and then got on with the rest of my housework with my spirits about as low as they’d ever been.
Of course, in the Jameson household things can always get shittier. And they did.
Jen and the girls returned at about 8, and I was surprised to see them accompanied by the Henderson family. Leigh Henderson has been Jen’s best friend for years; her daughters Carmen and Peyton are Kelsey and Olivia’s age, and the four girls are like sisters, having known each other since kindergarten.
Jen proudly introduced her new man to the Hendersons.
“You can trust them,” my wife told Mike. “You know … about Buffy.”
Mike grinned at Leigh and her daughters. “Nice to meet you all. So, you guys know about our little maid?”
“Jen told us some stuff,” a starry-eyed Leigh said, clearly under Mike’s influence only seconds after being introduced to him. Her giggling daughters were similarly entranced.
Mike snapped his fingers. “Sissy! Get over here.”
I rushed to the spot in front of him.
“How long have these beautiful ladies been in our home, Buffy?”
“Um, sir … a few minutes, sir.”
“Then, why don’t they all have cold drinks in their hands? Why don’t I have a beer? Are you not the maid around here?”
“Uh, yes, sir.” I glanced around at the five smirking females who were all enraptured by Mike’s display of power.
Mike shook his head at our guests. “I’m sorry, ladies. We still have a lot of training to do with little Buffy here.”
Jen scowled. “And still the sissy stands there without asking everyone what they want to drink!”
“Ooh, that deserves a slap!” Olivia piped in. She turned to her friends. “Which one of you wants to do the honors?”
“Why not let ‘em both smack the stupid sissy?” Jen suggested.
Everyone thought that was a capital idea.
Carmen went first, and she wasn’t shy about rearing back and slapping the taste out of my mouth. Not to be outdone, her little sister pinched my cheeks with one hand while striking me several times on the nose with the other.
I’ve known the Henderson family since the girls were babies, and because Jen, Kelsey and Olivia had always treated me with disdain, their friends had followed suit. But after falling under Mike’s spell, they were becoming outright cruel, and taking great delight in my humiliation. Mike has that effect on people.
I scurried to fill drink orders when my punishment was over. After everyone was set, Mike showed off in front of company by making me get on all fours to serve as his footstool while he held court.
I remained stock-still, eavesdropping on the conversation.
“Carmen says Buffy should be the flower girl instead of the ring-bearer,” Kelsey said. “That’s usually for little boys.”
“I thought about that,” Jen said. “I just don’t know any little boys who could do it, so I figured Buffy could do both.”
“Tommy could do it,” Peyton said, referring to her little brother. “He’d love to. When we told him about your wedding, he kept saying how he wanted to put on a tuxedo and be the ring-bearer because his friend at school was.”
Jen shrugged. “Shit, I don’t care, that solves the problem. What do you think, hon?”
“I think flower girl for Buffy would be more appropriate.” Mike tapped his foot on my back. “Hear that, sissy? Change in plans.”
“Yessir,” I said, trying to remain still.
“You guys can help us find an outfit for Buffy to wear,” Olivia told her friends, who giggled at the prospect.
I knelt there listening to Mike regale everyone with stories about the time he dodged terrorists in Afghanistan, or when he hid from the Russian police by burying himself in a Siberian snowbank. It sounded like bullshit to me, although my master has an air of mystery about him, and nobody knows exactly what he did during the 15 years he was out of Jen and the girls’ lives. Nobody asks. He’s always cagy about his past, and Jennifer doesn't push him for details. For all I know, he could’ve been some kind of spy. Maybe he still is.
By the time the Hendersons left our house, they’d fallen completely under Mike’s spell, just like everyone else. And I didn’t like the way Leigh had openly flirted with my master — or how Jen seemed to be egging her on. The girls picked up on it, too, and Carmen teased her mom about having a crush on Mike. Leigh threw it right back at them, insisting that they, too, were smitten by him. Meanwhile, Mike relaxed with his feet on my back, drinking in the open, cringeworthy adulation.
I want to hate Mike. But if I’m being completely honest, I envy the sonofabitch. How I wish I could be more like him.
Instead, I’m … this. A downtrodden pansy.
Dear Diary,
Well, add another hardship to the growing list. Tonight, Mike came home with a little box and told me it was a present for me. I knew that didn’t portend anything good, and I was correct. Inside the box was a spiked cock cage.
“Jen says how you like to play with your little dick,” Mike told me in front of the whole family. “That stops immediately.”
I opened the box and gasped. The girls giggled.
“Put it on,” Mike said.
I cleared my throat. “Um … you mean right here?”
“No, dumbass, do it in Niagara Falls.” He scoffed. “Yeah, do it right here.”
I dropped my drawers and absorbed the taunts from Kelsey and Olivia.
Olivia pointed at my exposed penis. “Ewwwww, it looks like a worm.”
“Ugh, what a disgusting little loser,” Kelsey added.
I actually felt relieved when I clamped the cage onto my dick, because it was no longer exposed. With my head bowed, I handed over the key to Mike and pulled up my pants.
“Say good-bye to cumming,” Mike said, making me blush talking about sex in front of the girls. Despite all that had happened, they were still my stepdaughters, and I feel uncomfortable discussing such topics with them.
Not that Mike gives a shit. The man has no morals whatsoever.
So, now, I can’t even touch my own penis, and I have to ask Mike’s permission to take this fucking contraption off once a week to wash.
It’s damn near impossible to get to sleep wearing this thing, but I need to try. I’ve got a long day ahead of me tomorrow.
Ugh.
Dear Diary,
Mike told me I have to compose a speech to read out loud during the wedding reception. I’ve just finished writing it, and will run it by my master tomorrow for his approval. It’s going to kill me to have to stand up in front of everyone and read this, but because I have no free will when it comes to the man who’s ruining my life, I know I’ll end up making a fool of myself — and lying my ass off in the process. The speech was written to absolve Mike and the family of any blame for how far I’ve fallen, and it makes my horrifying sissy maid lifestyle seem almost idyllic. That’s exactly how Mike wants it.
I’ll copy the speech here for future reference, although it’ll probably be etched into my brain for as long as I live.
“First of all, I’d like to thank everyone for being here tonight to share in this union of two wonderful people. I’m sure a lot of you were shocked at the ceremony when I came out as a five-year-old flower girl, but I’m pansexual, and earlier today, that’s how I identified. As you can see, I’ve changed clothes and now I identify as a maid. I’ll be your server tonight, because this is my wedding present to Jennifer and Mike; I told them they didn’t have to worry about hiring waitstaff because I’ll take care of it myself. It’s a small thank-you for all they’ve done for me. And, believe me, they’ve done a lot. They’ve both been wonderful about supporting my transition to womanhood. After I came out as trans and asked Jen for a divorce, I begged her to let me stay with the family as a woman, so I could be something like a live-in aunt to the girls, who, by the way, have also been awesome and supportive. I didn’t see the reason why my family should have to break up just so I could live my true self. I’m the one who turned our lives upside down, and they didn’t deserve any more instability by having me move out. And frankly, I love my family dearly, and didn’t want to move. Jennifer was kind enough to grant my request and let me stay. Then, when Mike came into the picture, he couldn’t have been more understanding and sympathetic. Not every guy would be so open-minded about this situation, but Mike has been great. While Jen does have feelings for me, I always knew her one true love was Michael, the father of her two beautiful daughters. So, now, they’re married and restarting their family, and I’m proud to announce that I will be staying on and serving them as their maid. This is something I not only want, but consider a great honor. I feel this is the best way I can serve my family moving forward, and Mike, Jen and the girls are all happy with the arrangement. So, I hope you’ll all be happy for us, too, while you eat, drink and be merry — and don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything, because it’s my honor to serve.”
Every stinking, rotten word is a goddamn lie. I come off looking like some pathetic sap, while Mike, Jen and the girls are all the good guys for being so understanding of my transition after I laid my sexual preference on them out of nowhere.
No! I don’t want any of this! It’s all Mike’s doing!!
That’s the speech I want to make: “Help! Somebody call the fucking police! An evil man has taken over my home and brainwashed everyone! He made me come out as transgender. He made me change my name! I don’t want to do this! I hate wearing fucking dresses!! I hate being a woman!! Help!!!!”
Yeah, right. That’ll never happen. Mike DOES have me brainwashed.
I guess I’m fucked. Oh, well. Good night.
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by c.w. cobblestone
Dear Diary,
It’s been several days since my last entry. The family is running me ragged and there’s been no time to write. Luckily, I finished before midnight tonight, so I finally have a few minutes to myself before I have to crash.
This schedule is ridiculous, but that’s the least of my problems. Not only does my workload keep increasing, but I’m being treated worse than ever. Since Mike gave the girls permission to hit me, they’ve become drunk with power, often slapping me for no reason. Especially Olivia. Usually, Kelsey is just bitchy and demanding, and will only hit me if I’ve done something wrong, whereas her impish younger sister invents reasons to punish me, like the other night when she gave me one across the chops at dinner because she said the tater tots on her plate weren’t lined up properly. But I don’t have to even do anything wrong; Olivia will sometimes just slap me out of the blue and say “that’s for nothing,” emulating her father.
While I never had any authority over Kelsey and Olivia even before their real dad moved in and became head of our household, I nonetheless can tell the girls are thrilled to be allowed to slap the shit out of their sissy of a stepfather any time they feel like it.
Mike encourages it. So does Jen. Just last night, when Kelsey complained about a smudge on the heel one of her shoes, my wife told her, “I’d smack the bitch if I was you.” Kelsey obliged. After her stinging backhand, I stood before the family holding back tears as Olivia pointed at me cackling and Jen called me a pathetic little faggot. Meanwhile, Mike sat back proudly surveying the evil he’s fomented in our home.
I constantly fantasize about running as far away as I can from these terrible people and leaving this madness behind. While I never had what you’d call a loving, supportive family, my situation at home has turned into a nightmare since Mike showed up. Jennifer no longer resembles the woman I married, and Kelsey and Olivia have become like spawns of the devil. More and more, I’m beginning to wonder if that isn’t literally true. It’s as if Satan himself is sleeping in my bed, exerting his dark influence on Jen and the girls, encouraging them to abuse me in the most unthinkable ways.
My treatment has become so bad, Mike told his daughters the other day that they should keep our household dynamic a secret from everyone but their most trusted friends. Although I will be coming out at the wedding as the family maid, Mike said he doesn’t want people knowing everything that happens in the privacy of our home. That’s because folks would probably alert the authorities if they knew the kind of abuse that goes on in our dysfunctional domicile.
But the police wouldn’t be able to do anything because it’s all consensual. I hate myself for it, but it’s true. I just can’t say no to the prick, even when obeying him means destroying myself.
When I went to the County Center on my lunch hour last week to drop off the divorce papers and formally file to have my name changed, I stood outside the building entrance for several minutes, completely paralyzed. I somehow sensed that if I went through with Mike’s demand and changed my name to Buffy Jameson, the loss of my former self would be more than symbolic; it would mark the literal death of Lester Edwin Bradford — not exactly the manliest man in the world, but at least a man.
Of course, I ended up doing it. I had tears in my eyes, and the clerk asked if I was okay, but I filed the paperwork like a good little sissy bitch. Nobody twisted my arm. Sure, Mike has twisted my brain, but legally speaking I’m acting under my own free will. Everything that happens to me is completely my fault because I could walk away anytime but choose to stay. Why, I don’t know. I’ve racked my brain and agonized over the matter, but I can’t understand this hold Mike has over me. It’s not just me, though. He has that effect on everyone. And he’s turned them all against me, just because the evil sonofabitch thinks it’s funny to ruin my life.
Work has become a welcome escape. By now, everyone at the bank has gotten used to me dressing as a woman, and while it’s still highly embarrassing for me, I’m able to tune it out for the most part. I go straight to my desk in the morning, sit in a nice, soft chair, and try to concentrate on stock trends for 8 hours.
No matter how deeply I dive into the NYSE and NADAQ tables, though, it’s always in the back of my mind that when quitting time comes, a veritable house of horrors awaits me.
In a nutshell, my life really sucks right now. All I can do is go to sleep and hope that when I wake up, this will all have been just a dream.
Dear Diary,
Two thugs harassed me after work today while I was walking back to my car. They started following me about a quarter-mile out of downtown. I tried to walk faster but they quickly caught up.
“What’s your hurry, sweet-cheeks?” one of the men asked. “I want to be your boyfriend.”
“I like how your ass looks in that dress,” the other one said.
“Come on, bitch, you know you want it,” the first sleazeball added. “You trannies are all the same.”
“Yeah, you’re all sluts who like guys with big dicks, and we both got huge ones.” The man flashed a crooked-toothed grin. “Wanna see?”
I was scared to death and quickened my pace to a near trot, not an easy task in heels. The two men stayed with me, grabbing my ass and making lewd comments the entire time, until finally, thankfully, I reached my car. The brutes slammed their fists on my hood and screamed obscenities at me as I peeled away.
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and gripping the steering wheel proved difficult. During the ride home, I debated whether to tell Mike what had happened. There was no real need for him to know, but he has me so brainwashed I’m scared to keep anything from him.
In the end, I gave in and told my master about my encounter with the two ruffians. Big mistake. He thought the whole thing was hilarious.
“You were probably shaking your ass at them, you sissy whore,” he crowed, and I was glad Jen and the girls weren’t there to witness this latest embarrassment.
Since no one was around to provide an audience, Mike left me alone to tidy up the house. I later found out through his telephone conversation that Jen and the girls were out looking at wedding dresses.
My heart was in the gutter while I cleaned, knowing that Jen and the girls were out shopping to find a dress so my wife could look beautiful on her wedding day. I’m trying to put Jen’s happiness first, and she’s made it clear that she’s thrilled to be marrying the only man she’s ever loved, but it’s impossible. The vision of my beautiful, soon-to-be-ex-bride exchanging vows with Mike brings tears to my eyes and makes me want to puke.
As I tidied up a house that is no longer mine, clad in high heels and an outlandishly short slave dress that doesn’t cover my ruffled panties, topped by a faggoty cap and apron, I didn’t think my mood could get any worse.
It got much worse.
I was cleaning the toilet when my master rushed into the bathroom unzipping his pants. “Move, sissy!” he yelled.
As I started to back away, he grabbed my shoulder. “Hang on a sec. Turn around and bend over the toilet with your face up.”
I obeyed, leaning uncomfortably backward so that the rear of my head was inside the bowl. I knew what was coming as he whipped out his dick with a sneer.
“Open wide and say ah,” he said an instant before the yellow stream started burning my eyes. I opened my mouth, instantly tasting his bitter urine, which overflowed my mouth, running down my forehead and soaking my hair.
“Say ah, goddamn it,” Mike growled.
“Aggggggghhh,” I gargled, choking from his stream of pee, which elicited a chuckle from my tormentor.
It was the longest 60 seconds of my life. When Mike finally finished urinating, he shook the last few drops on my face before zipping back up.
“I just gave you a present, bitch What do you say?”
“T-thank you sir.”
“You’re welcome, now clean yourself up,” he said over his shoulder as he strolled out of the bathroom. “I don’t want my maid smelling like piss.”
Crying my poor little eyes out, I ran to my basement shower and washed that piss right out of my hair. After changing to a new frock, I cleaned the upstairs bathroom where Mike had missed the toilet and made a mess, and then got on with the rest of my housework with my spirits about as low as they’d ever been.
Of course, in the Jameson household things can always get shittier. And they did.
Jen and the girls returned at about 8, and I was surprised to see them accompanied by the Henderson family. Leigh Henderson has been Jen’s best friend for years; her daughters Carmen and Peyton are Kelsey and Olivia’s age, and the four girls are like sisters, having known each other since kindergarten.
Jen proudly introduced her new man to the Hendersons.
“You can trust them,” my wife told Mike. “You know … about Buffy.”
Mike grinned at Leigh and her daughters. “Nice to meet you all. So, you guys know about our little maid?”
“Jen told us some stuff,” a starry-eyed Leigh said, clearly under Mike’s influence only seconds after being introduced to him. Her giggling daughters were similarly entranced.
Mike snapped his fingers. “Sissy! Get over here.”
I rushed to the spot in front of him.
“How long have these beautiful ladies been in our home, Buffy?”
“Um, sir … a few minutes, sir.”
“Then, why don’t they all have cold drinks in their hands? Why don’t I have a beer? Are you not the maid around here?”
“Uh, yes, sir.” I glanced around at the five smirking females who were all enraptured by Mike’s display of power.
Mike shook his head at our guests. “I’m sorry, ladies. We still have a lot of training to do with little Buffy here.”
Jen scowled. “And still the sissy stands there without asking everyone what they want to drink!”
“Ooh, that deserves a slap!” Olivia piped in. She turned to her friends. “Which one of you wants to do the honors?”
“Why not let ‘em both smack the stupid sissy?” Jen suggested.
Everyone thought that was a capital idea.
Carmen went first, and she wasn’t shy about rearing back and slapping the taste out of my mouth. Not to be outdone, her little sister pinched my cheeks with one hand while striking me several times on the nose with the other.
I’ve known the Henderson family since the girls were babies, and because Jen, Kelsey and Olivia had always treated me with disdain, their friends had followed suit. But after falling under Mike’s spell, they were becoming outright cruel, and taking great delight in my humiliation. Mike has that effect on people.
I scurried to fill drink orders when my punishment was over. After everyone was set, Mike showed off in front of company by making me get on all fours to serve as his footstool while he held court.
I remained stock-still, eavesdropping on the conversation.
“Carmen says Buffy should be the flower girl instead of the ring-bearer,” Kelsey said. “That’s usually for little boys.”
“I thought about that,” Jen said. “I just don’t know any little boys who could do it, so I figured Buffy could do both.”
“Tommy could do it,” Peyton said, referring to her little brother. “He’d love to. When we told him about your wedding, he kept saying how he wanted to put on a tuxedo and be the ring-bearer because his friend at school was.”
Jen shrugged. “Shit, I don’t care, that solves the problem. What do you think, hon?”
“I think flower girl for Buffy would be more appropriate.” Mike tapped his foot on my back. “Hear that, sissy? Change in plans.”
“Yessir,” I said, trying to remain still.
“You guys can help us find an outfit for Buffy to wear,” Olivia told her friends, who giggled at the prospect.
I knelt there listening to Mike regale everyone with stories about the time he dodged terrorists in Afghanistan, or when he hid from the Russian police by burying himself in a Siberian snowbank. It sounded like bullshit to me, although my master has an air of mystery about him, and nobody knows exactly what he did during the 15 years he was out of Jen and the girls’ lives. Nobody asks. He’s always cagy about his past, and Jennifer doesn't push him for details. For all I know, he could’ve been some kind of spy. Maybe he still is.
By the time the Hendersons left our house, they’d fallen completely under Mike’s spell, just like everyone else. And I didn’t like the way Leigh had openly flirted with my master — or how Jen seemed to be egging her on. The girls picked up on it, too, and Carmen teased her mom about having a crush on Mike. Leigh threw it right back at them, insisting that they, too, were smitten by him. Meanwhile, Mike relaxed with his feet on my back, drinking in the open, cringeworthy adulation.
I want to hate Mike. But if I’m being completely honest, I envy the sonofabitch. How I wish I could be more like him.
Instead, I’m … this. A downtrodden pansy.
Dear Diary,
Well, add another hardship to the growing list. Tonight, Mike came home with a little box and told me it was a present for me. I knew that didn’t portend anything good, and I was correct. Inside the box was a spiked cock cage.
“Jen says how you like to play with your little dick,” Mike told me in front of the whole family. “That stops immediately.”
I opened the box and gasped. The girls giggled.
“Put it on,” Mike said.
I cleared my throat. “Um … you mean right here?”
“No, dumbass, do it in Niagara Falls.” He scoffed. “Yeah, do it right here.”
I dropped my drawers and absorbed the taunts from Kelsey and Olivia.
Olivia pointed at my exposed penis. “Ewwwww, it looks like a worm.”
“Ugh, what a disgusting little loser,” Kelsey added.
I actually felt relieved when I clamped the cage onto my dick, because it was no longer exposed. With my head bowed, I handed over the key to Mike and pulled up my pants.
“Say good-bye to cumming,” Mike said, making me blush talking about sex in front of the girls. Despite all that had happened, they were still my stepdaughters, and I feel uncomfortable discussing such topics with them.
Not that Mike gives a shit. The man has no morals whatsoever.
So, now, I can’t even touch my own penis, and I have to ask Mike’s permission to take this fucking contraption off once a week to wash.
It’s damn near impossible to get to sleep wearing this thing, but I need to try. I’ve got a long day ahead of me tomorrow.
Ugh.
Dear Diary,
Mike told me I have to compose a speech to read out loud during the wedding reception. I’ve just finished writing it, and will run it by my master tomorrow for his approval. It’s going to kill me to have to stand up in front of everyone and read this, but because I have no free will when it comes to the man who’s ruining my life, I know I’ll end up making a fool of myself — and lying my ass off in the process. The speech was written to absolve Mike and the family of any blame for how far I’ve fallen, and it makes my horrifying sissy maid lifestyle seem almost idyllic. That’s exactly how Mike wants it.
I’ll copy the speech here for future reference, although it’ll probably be etched into my brain for as long as I live.
“First of all, I’d like to thank everyone for being here tonight to share in this union of two wonderful people. I’m sure a lot of you were shocked at the ceremony when I came out as a five-year-old flower girl, but I’m pansexual, and earlier today, that’s how I identified. As you can see, I’ve changed clothes and now I identify as a maid. I’ll be your server tonight, because this is my wedding present to Jennifer and Mike; I told them they didn’t have to worry about hiring waitstaff because I’ll take care of it myself. It’s a small thank-you for all they’ve done for me. And, believe me, they’ve done a lot. They’ve both been wonderful about supporting my transition to womanhood. After I came out as trans and asked Jen for a divorce, I begged her to let me stay with the family as a woman, so I could be something like a live-in aunt to the girls, who, by the way, have also been awesome and supportive. I didn’t see the reason why my family should have to break up just so I could live my true self. I’m the one who turned our lives upside down, and they didn’t deserve any more instability by having me move out. And frankly, I love my family dearly, and didn’t want to move. Jennifer was kind enough to grant my request and let me stay. Then, when Mike came into the picture, he couldn’t have been more understanding and sympathetic. Not every guy would be so open-minded about this situation, but Mike has been great. While Jen does have feelings for me, I always knew her one true love was Michael, the father of her two beautiful daughters. So, now, they’re married and restarting their family, and I’m proud to announce that I will be staying on and serving them as their maid. This is something I not only want, but consider a great honor. I feel this is the best way I can serve my family moving forward, and Mike, Jen and the girls are all happy with the arrangement. So, I hope you’ll all be happy for us, too, while you eat, drink and be merry — and don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything, because it’s my honor to serve.”
Every stinking, rotten word is a goddamn lie. I come off looking like some pathetic sap, while Mike, Jen and the girls are all the good guys for being so understanding of my transition after I laid my sexual preference on them out of nowhere.
No! I don’t want any of this! It’s all Mike’s doing!!
That’s the speech I want to make: “Help! Somebody call the fucking police! An evil man has taken over my home and brainwashed everyone! He made me come out as transgender. He made me change my name! I don’t want to do this! I hate wearing fucking dresses!! I hate being a woman!! Help!!!!”
Yeah, right. That’ll never happen. Mike DOES have me brainwashed.
I guess I’m fucked. Oh, well. Good night.
2023.04.02 03:15 Maldron-the-assassin How can I optimise my build for PvP?
 | I was trying out PvP for a bit now and noticed I am not performing optimally and I would like to have some expert opinions on what I could do better with my build. submitted by Maldron-the-assassin to EldenRingPVP [link] [comments] Here is how I would prefer my build to end up as: It's primarily a cosplay build so the lance and shield have to stay. I would also prefer to keep the same or at least similar looking Armor. I really want to use the shield against my opponents and block an attack right before retaliating (shield poke). But if possible I would also really like to two hand the lance and just stab them to death with all kinds of weapon arts. For the shield I tend to use the two shield buff spells (scholars shield & immutable shield) to protect myself better against element using players (I use stat boosting gear to meet the requirements). As a backup I have barricade shield as its weapon art. The rest is pretty self explanatory:
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2023.04.02 03:02 allforspace [CN Spaceflight] Tianlong-2 standing at Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center waiting for the command to lift off. Two satellites on this launch in March, including one 8-kg nanosat named after Jinta, the county near Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center
![[CN Spaceflight] Tianlong-2 standing at Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center waiting for the command to lift off. Two satellites on this launch in March, including one 8-kg nanosat named after Jinta, the county near Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center](https://external-preview.redd.it/OdYpZR6JavvSD7baJPecesIg3kd-3Ck1C31FTVY72hg.jpg?width=108&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=11e8b49078e27f94be098db3568e59f60686e583 "[CN Spaceflight] Tianlong-2 standing at Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center waiting for the command to lift off. Two satellites on this launch in March, including one 8-kg nanosat named after Jinta, the county near Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center") | submitted by allforspace to spaceindustrynews [link] [comments] |
2023.04.02 02:54 Mr2501 31 [M4F] #NY/NJ/EST - Criterion Channel & Chill
Hiya! Film nerd here looking for a cool, cute, adventurous and artistically-inclined movie enthusiast to join me for some movie dates in the city!
Independent theaters like the New York Film Forum, Film at Lincoln Center, IFC Theater and Quad Cinema are showing interesting films I’d like to see pretty much every single day, but traveling into the city to go to the movies alone is kind of a drag - so I thought I’d try and find a buddy! If you like film, writing or art and enjoy discussing & debating those topics with people, chances are we’ll enjoy hanging out. Having nerdy interests on the side like video games, comics or anime is also welcome!
About me: I’m 6’1”, broad-shouldered, deep-voiced, hairy all over, kinda shy, a bit on the thicker side but not to an awful degree (recently started working out). Messy, vaguely curly brown hair and dark nerd glasses. I’m open to these dates being as platonic or, uh, non-platonic as we end up feeling comfortable with. I have broad, negotiable physical preferences for prospective partners (around my age or younger, not severely oveunderweight, etc.) but what I’m far more interested in is mental connection. So hit me up!
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Independent theaters like the New York Film Forum, Film at Lincoln Center, IFC Theater and Quad Cinema are showing interesting films I’d like to see pretty much every single day, but traveling into the city to go to the movies alone is kind of a drag - so I thought I’d try and find a buddy! If you like film, writing or art and enjoy discussing & debating those topics with people, chances are we’ll enjoy hanging out. Having nerdy interests on the side like video games, comics or anime is also welcome!
About me: I’m 6’1”, broad-shouldered, deep-voiced, hairy all over, kinda shy, a bit on the thicker side but not to an awful degree (recently started working out). Messy, vaguely curly brown hair and dark nerd glasses. I’m open to these dates being as platonic or, uh, non-platonic as we end up feeling comfortable with. I have broad, negotiable physical preferences for prospective partners (around my age or younger, not severely oveunderweight, etc.) but what I’m far more interested in is mental connection. So hit me up!
2023.04.02 02:43 Uselessbuddy [Store] Brudda's Store of TI6/TI7/TI8/TI9/TI10/Nemestice/Aghanim's/Diretide 2022 Collector's Caches Sets
Selling my sets for below mentioned price in items.
Feel free to add me/discuss.
Why u should trust me ?
Sold over 1000 TI6/TI7/TI8/TI9/TI10/Nemestice/Aghanim's/Diretide 2022 Collector's
Proof of gifting Caches Sets?
Check comments on my profile & check their inventory for my sets gifted by me.
Buyer always goes first or we can use middleman from this Sub.
Also, why would scam ? I got like 800+ cache sets to sell.
Profile https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198107212373
I am no longer entertaining joy riders so I prefer you give $3 in items when u add me as deposit.
Those $3 will be subtracted from you're total sets cost.
Don't add me if you don't like the prices.
submitted by Uselessbuddy to Dota2Trade [link] [comments]
Feel free to add me/discuss.
Why u should trust me ?
Sold over 1000 TI6/TI7/TI8/TI9/TI10/Nemestice/Aghanim's/Diretide 2022 Collector's
Proof of gifting Caches Sets?
Check comments on my profile & check their inventory for my sets gifted by me.
Buyer always goes first or we can use middleman from this Sub.
Also, why would scam ? I got like 800+ cache sets to sell.
Profile https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198107212373
Diretide 2022 Collector's Cache
| Set name | Hero | Quantity | $$ |
|---|---|---|---|
| Shadowleaf Insurgent | Hoodwink | 20+ | $15 |
| Scarlet Subversion | Riki | 20+ | $15 |
| Whippersnapper | Snapfire | 20+ | $10 |
| Hounds of Obsession | Chen | 20+ | $10 |
| Seadog's Stash | Clockwork | 20+ | $10 |
| Starlorn Adjudicator | Dawnbreaker | 20+ | $15 |
| Spoils of the Shadowveil | Spectre | 20+ | $15 |
| Chines of the Inquisitor | Faceless Void | 20+ | $10 |
| Trophies of the Hallowed Hunt | Ursa | 20+ | $10 |
| Crimson Dawn | Phoenix | 20+ | $10 |
| Forgotten Station | Terrorblade | 20+ | $15 |
| Dirge Amplifier | Undying | 20+ | $15 |
| Champion of the Fire Lotus | Monkey King | 20+ | $10 |
| Deathstitch Shaman | Witch Doctor | 20+ | $10 |
| Blue Horizons | Marci | 20+ | $30 |
| Angel of Vex | Invoker | 20+ | $35 |
| Dark Behemoth | Primal Beast | 20+ | $50 |
Aghanim's 2021 Collector's Cache
| Set name | Hero | Quantity | $$ |
|---|---|---|---|
| Silverwurm Sacrifice | Dragon Knight | 22 | $20 |
| Scales of the Shadow Walker | Phantom Lancer | 23 | $15 |
| Perception of the First Light | Dawnbreaker | 22 | $15 |
| Apex Automated | Clockwerk | 22 | $15 |
| Test of the Basilisk Lord | Razor | 25 | $10 |
| Secrets of the Frost Singularity | Ancient Apparition | 23 | $8 |
| Perils of the Red Banks | Chen | 22 | $10 |
| The Chained Scribe | Grimstroke | 24 | $10 |
| Widow of the Undermount Gloom | Broodmother | 23 | $10 |
| Forgotten Fate | Mars | 22 | $5 |
| March of the Crackerjack Mage | Rubick | 24 | $10 |
| Cosmic Concoctioneers | Alchemist | 23 | $20 |
| Days of the Demon | Axe | 22 | $10 |
| Blightfall | Abaddon | 23 | $15 |
| Pyrexae Polymorph Perfected | Ogre Magi | 25 | $35 |
| Wrath of the Celestial Sentinel | Chaos Knight | 8 | $60 |
Nemestice Collector's Cache 2021
| Set name | Hero | Quantity | $$ |
|---|---|---|---|
| Twilight Hex | Dark Willow | 23 | 15$ |
| Litany of the Damned | Doom | 24 | 15$ |
| Astral Terminus | Enigma | 23 | 10$ |
| Caerulean Star | Enchantress | 22 | 8$ |
| Arcane Inverter | Gyrocopter | 22 | 20$ |
| Creed of the Skullhound | Lycan | 22 | 25$ |
| Desert Bloom | Nature's Prophet | 23 | 20$ |
| Silence of the Starweaver | Oracle | 23 | 10$ |
| Eyriebound Imperator | Skywrath Mage | 23 | 10$ |
| Anthozoan Assault | Tiny | 23 | 25$ |
| Vision of the Seraph Scion | Vengeful Spirit | 23 | 35$ |
| Defender of the Brumal Crest | Winter Wyvern | 10 | 10$ |
| Red Sands Marauder | Shadow Shaman | 23 | 20$ |
| Indomitable Legacy | Sven | 23 | 60$ |
| Footfalls of the Sporefathers | Witch Doctor | 12 | 60$ |
Collector's Cache I 2020
| Set name | Hero | Quantity | $$ |
|---|---|---|---|
| Ravenous Abyss | Underlord | 20+ | $10 |
| Apocalypse Unbound | AA | 20+ | $10 |
| Beholden of the Banished Ones | Warlock | 20+ | $5 |
| Fury of the Righteous Storm | Disruptor | 20+ | $5 |
| Lineage of the Stormlords | Juggernaut | 20+ | $35 |
| Silent Slayer | Silencer | 20+ | $10 |
| Mindless Slaughter | Pudge | 20+ | $20 |
| Heartless Hunt | Bounty | 20+ | $10 |
| Herald of the Ember Eye | Grimstroke | 20+ | $10 |
| Fissured Flight | Jakiro | 20+ | $5 |
| Flashpoint Proselyte | Husker | 20+ | $15 |
| Signs of the Allfather | Nature prophet | 20+ | $15 |
| Glory of the Elderflame | Lina | 20+ | $25 |
| Origin of the Dark Oath | Night Stalker | 6 | $25 |
| Songs of Starfall Glen | Enchantress | 20+ | $5 |
| Ancient Inheritance | Tiny | 20+ | $30 |
| Forsworn Legacy | mars | 20+ | $50 |
Collector's Cache II 2020
| Set name | Hero | Quantity | $$ |
|---|---|---|---|
| Evolution of the Infinite | Enigma | 20+ | $6 |
| Beast of the Crimson Ring | bristle back | 20+ | $10 |
| Clearcut Cavalier | Timber | 20+ | $6 |
| The King Of Thieves | Keeper of light | 20+ | $10 |
| Horror from the Deep | Tide | 20+ | $20 |
| Ire of the Ancient Gaoler | Arc warden | 20+ | $25 |
| Talons of the Endless Storm | chaos knight | 20+ | $15 |
| Carousal of the Mystic Masquerade | Rubick | 20+ | $6 |
| Crown of Calaphas | Shadow demon | 20+ | $10 |
| Wrath of the Fallen | doom | 20+ | $20 |
| Blacksail Cannoneer | Sniper | 20+ | $10 |
| Secrets of the Celestial 📷 | Skywrath mage | 20+ | $5 |
| Blaze of Oblivion | Phoenix | 20+ | $6 |
| Steward of the Forbidden Chamber | Templar Assassin | 20+ | $25 |
| Claszureme Incursion | Void | 20+ | 70$ |
Collector's Cache 2019
| Set name | Hero | Quantity | $$ |
|---|---|---|---|
| Echoes of the Everblack | Abaddon | 19 | 15$ |
| Paean of the Ink Dragon | Grimstroke | 18 | 10$ |
| Scorched Amber | Dragon Knight | 20 | 20$ |
| Allure of the Faeshade Flower | Dark Willow | 1 M* | 25$ |
| Priest of the Proudsilver Clan | Chen | 18 | 10$ |
| The Arts of Mortal Deception | Enigma | 21 | 10$ |
| Poacher's Bane | Tidehunter | 20 | 10$ |
| Soul of the Brightshroud | Death Prophet | 21 | 10$ |
| Curse of the Creeping Vine | Undying | 21 | 20$ |
| Appetites of the Lizard King | Slark | 18 | 25$ |
| Riddle of the Hierophant | Oracle | 20 | 10$ |
| Defender of Ruin | Disruptor | 22 | 25$ |
Collector's Cache II 2019
| Set name | Hero | Quantity | $$ |
|---|---|---|---|
| Sight of the Kha-Ren Faithful | Drow Ranger | 31 | 15$ |
| Tribal Pathways | Warlock | 30 | 10$ |
| Directive of the Sunbound | Clockwerk | 31 | 10$ |
| Endless Night | Abaddon | 30 | 10$ |
| Dapper Disguise | Pudge | 27 | 15$ |
| Fury of the Bloodforge | Bloodseeker | 30 | 10$ |
| Automaton Antiquity | Broodmother | 31 | 10$ |
| Grim Destiny | Wraith King | 29 | 10$ |
| Distinguished Expeditionary | Tusk | 30 | 10$ |
| Verdant Predator | Venomancer | 31 | 10$ |
| Prized Acquisitions | Batrider | 31 | 5$ |
| Fowl Omen | Necrophos | 34 | 30$ |
The International 2018 Collector's Cache I
| Set name | Hero | Quantity | $$ |
|---|---|---|---|
| Trail of the Sanguine Spectrum | Bloodseeker | 20 | 8$ |
| Insights of the Sapphire Shroud | Dark Seer | 18 | 4$ |
| Pillar of the Fractured Citadel | Spirit Breaker | 21 | $5 |
| The Murid Divine | Necrophos | 22 | 15$ |
| Primer of the Sapper's Guile | Techies | 22 | 10$ |
| Molokau Stalker | Venomancer | 21 | $10 |
| Morbific Provision | Witch Doctor | 22 | 10$ |
| Raptures of the Abyssal Kin | Queen of Pain | 20 | 15$ |
| Grasp of the Riven Exile | Weaver | 20 | 5$ |
The International 2018 Collector's Cache II
| Set name | Hero | Quantity | $$ |
|---|---|---|---|
| Pitmouse Fraternity | Meepo | 37 | 10$ |
| Fires of the Volcanic Guard | Ember Spirit | 37 | 10$ |
| Shackles of the Enduring Conscript | Axe | 37 | 6$ |
| Shimmer of the Anointed | Nyx Assassin | 29 | 5$ |
| Loaded Prospects | Brewmaster | 39 | 15$ |
| Ire of Molten Rebirth | Phoenix | 36 | 10$ |
| Pattern of the Silken Queen | Broodmother | 26 | 5$ |
| The Rat King | Chen | 28 | 10$ |
| Raiments of the Obsidian Forge | Underlord | 22 | 20$ |
The International 2017 Collector's Cache
| Set name | Hero | Quantity | $$ |
|---|---|---|---|
| Eternal Testament | Death prophet M* | 19 | 15$ |
| Rumrunner's Carronade | Brew master | 20 | 15$ |
| Abyssal Vortex | Enigma | 27 | 10$ |
| Samareen Sacrifice | Huskar | 22 | 10$ |
| Pressure Regulator | Clockwerk M* | 24 | 20$ |
| Spoils of the Vodou Rover | Witch Doctor | 27 | 10$ |
| Shadowforce Gale | Luna | 24 | 10$ |
| Mechalodon Interdictor | Gyrocopter | 27 | 10$ |
| The Dread Prophet | Nature's Prophet | 23 | 20$ |
| Cunning Corsair | Riki | 24 | 20$ |
The International 2016 Collector's Cache
| Set name | Hero | Quantity | $$ |
|---|---|---|---|
| Rising Glory | Magnus | 1 M* | 20$ |
| Nightsilver's Resolve | luna | 2 M* dtygod* | 20$ |
| Oni Knight the Dark Conqueror | Chaos Knight | 2 dtygod* dopey* | 20$ |
Those $3 will be subtracted from you're total sets cost.
Don't add me if you don't like the prices.
- prices are subject to change.*
- sets may go out of stock even if you're waiting for one if someone else buys it before you.*
2023.04.02 02:10 imaginack Southern belle gets SLAMMED early decision, brought back to life by the BBC (big brown college)
Demographics
Academics
List the highest scores earned and all scores that were reported.
List all extracurricular involvements, including leadership roles, time commitments, major achievements, etc.
List all awards and honors submitted on your application.
I was given the opportunity to read all of mine without asking, so this is my personal rating.
Interviews
Essays
I adored my personal statement. It was about my favorite pen snapping over my poetry journal and connected to a story about how I overcame my family's bankruptcy through creative expression. I continued this theme in some of my supplementals, but instead of writing through things like upcycling and embroidering clothes that my family could not afford. I do creative writing in my free-time, so I would say my essays were one of the strongest points of my application. My supplementals, however, were probably pretty standard. I did most (if not, ALL) of them last minute or after they were due. By last minute, I literally mean an hour before the deadline. I don't think this was a huge issue because they still seemed well-written-- I just potentially could've done more research, especially for the "Why X College?" essays.
Decisions (indicate ED/EA/REA/SCEA/RD)
Acceptances:
In my additional information section, I talked about having limited access to extracurriculars due to my family's bankruptcy, my two year-long recoveries from knee surgeries, and my rural town, hence why a lot of my ECs begin with "founder of..."
CLOSING THOUGHTS
Although I have undoubtedly worked hard, I am extremely privileged and fortunate to be in this position when others who are so much more accomplished than me simply lost the luck of the draw. I did not know what the ivy league was until going into my senior year. I did not expect to go to college at all until I was told that I would likely be valedictorian. I did not craft my success story through A2C. Everyone on chanceme told me I would "maybe" get into UT (I'm auto-admit...) because my extracurriculars were all over the place. In the end, I believe so much of this process comes down to fit. You are qualified and deserve the best, in a sea of applicants who are also qualified and also deserve the best. It boils down to what perspectives the college wants in their upcoming class, and a lot of the time that includes factors that you cannot necessarily control. I am a hooked applicant and I acknowledge that it likely had a significant influence on my results.
Otherwise, I truly believe that my essays were one of the main reasons that I got into Brown and Duke. Being well-spoken no matter what your story is will get you so far... and that does not mean hiring a college essay consultant to revise them for you. It means speaking from passion, whether to you that means making jokes in a heavy-hitting essay or nerding out about your research in a why major essay. My lack of STEM extracurriculars still got me into Duke biomedical engineering, and I believe my wide variety of interests is what Brown saw in me to utilize their open curriculum.
To the class of 2027: it is over. I cannot thank A2C enough for helping me through this process and exposing me to what is likely now my future home. I know you've heard it enough, about how even if you got rejected you'd be "the type of person to succeed anywhere." Just know that all of your efforts were not in vain. You are someone outside of your university, and it is the people who act the opposite that are problematic. While this subreddit is a shitshow most of the time, I do think it is kind of moving that we are all in this together-- we experienced the epic highs and lows of high school football together and together our generation will become leaders in our respective fields.
To the class of 2028: it will be okay. :)
As of right now, I am torn between Duke and Brown (which could both coincidentally be used as synonyms for "shit")-- I will need to negotiate financial aid before committing. If anyone would like to read an essay of mine, feel free to reach out and I will be glad to share them with you. If you need emotional support, I am here too! Thanks for reading.
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- Gender: female
- Race/Ethnicity: white
- Residence: rural texas
- Type of School: non-competitive public
- Hooks (Recruited Athlete, URM, First-Gen, Geographic, Legacy, etc.): first-gen, rural
Academics
- GPA (UW/W): 4.0 UW / 4.52 W
- Rank (or percentile): 1 of 380
- # of Honors/AP/IB/Dual Enrollment/etc.: 10 APs, 14 hours dual enrollment
- Senior Year Course Load: Engineering Capstone, AP Macroeconomics, AP Government, AP Calculus AB, AP Literature/Composition, AP Art History
List the highest scores earned and all scores that were reported.
- SAT I: 1530 (770RW, 760M)
- AP/IB: AP Human Geography (5), AP World History (4), AP US History (4), AP Language/Composition (5), AP Biology (4)
- Other (ex. IELTS, TOEFL, etc.): n/a
List all extracurricular involvements, including leadership roles, time commitments, major achievements, etc.
- Founder of Soccer club for low-income families (5yrs) and captain of highest ranked team. Showcased for national teams and competed at the state level numerous times.
- Intern Shadow/Assistant of orthopedic surgical center
- Founder of website dedicated to hosting resources for first-generation college students; includes blog where I occasionally post poetry and admissions updates
- Student engineer of an airplane sold to private pilot for $100,000. (information excluded for privacy)
- President of UIL Math, Spelling/Vocabulary, Science, and Journalism teams (lots of awards idek)
- Founder and president of school's chapter of the National Art Honor Society
- Selective Leadership Council for promising seniors in the county
- Independent self-taught guitarist of 5 years
- Free tutor for the SAT
- employment lol
List all awards and honors submitted on your application.
- PLTW Distinguished Scorer in Aerospace Engineering and Principles of Engineering
- UIL Regional Finalist in Creative Writing (x2), Spelling/Vocabulary, and Mathematics
- National Rural and Small Town Recognition Program; National Merit Commended
- school award for 300+ hours in honor societies (treasurer of math hs, secretary of spanish hs, nhs)
- soccer club player of the year and sportsmanship awards; academic all-district varsity soccer
I was given the opportunity to read all of mine without asking, so this is my personal rating.
- AP Lang Teacher / NHS Advisor - 9/10; She praised me very highly, referring to me as "one of the most remarkable students" she's ever met. This letter showcased my balance between extracurriculars, employment (20hrs/wk), and academics while also making sure to note my quiet confidence and courage in taking initiative in overcoming adversity and helping others in overcoming their similar adversities. This teacher loves me to death lol.
- Engineering Instructor - 9/10; This has been my teacher for engineering courses the past two years and I asked him for a LOR because he has seen me work in my field and work in a team. The letter was very well-written, but he spelled my name wrong... But he did advocate for how I worked in a team and that, although I was not the loudest, I was always recognized by my team members in high regard and always voted to be team leader etc.
- AP US History Teacher - 7/10; this LOR wasn't bad, it was just very standard. It kind of vomited my entire application back up in a debrief type format. However, he did show a lot of praise for my generosity and extracurricular involvement. He said in the letter that it would not be enough to know me through an application, but that one would have to speak to me in order to truly grasp my sharp and witty yet laidback personality. I thought that was really sweet.
Interviews
- UPenn - standard interview... I was the one keeping the conversation going and my interviewer was lowkey a robot. Super sweet guy but he talked really slow and I am not sure if he knew what he was saying half of the time.
- Princeton - really good! He thought that my experiences as a first-generation student were extremely commendable and basically read me what he was going to write in his recommendation or whatever.
Essays
I adored my personal statement. It was about my favorite pen snapping over my poetry journal and connected to a story about how I overcame my family's bankruptcy through creative expression. I continued this theme in some of my supplementals, but instead of writing through things like upcycling and embroidering clothes that my family could not afford. I do creative writing in my free-time, so I would say my essays were one of the strongest points of my application. My supplementals, however, were probably pretty standard. I did most (if not, ALL) of them last minute or after they were due. By last minute, I literally mean an hour before the deadline. I don't think this was a huge issue because they still seemed well-written-- I just potentially could've done more research, especially for the "Why X College?" essays.
Decisions (indicate ED/EA/REA/SCEA/RD)
Acceptances:
- Connecticut College with Founder's Scholarship (RD)
- William & Mary with Monroe Scholars (RD), likely letter
- UT Austin with Engineering Honors (RD)
- Swarthmore College (RD)
- Duke (RD) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Brown (RD) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Rice (RD)
- Cornell (RD)
- Yale (RD)
- University of Pennsylvania (ED)
- Washington University in St. Louis (RD)
- Vanderbilt (RD)
- Columbia (RD)
- Princeton (RD)
In my additional information section, I talked about having limited access to extracurriculars due to my family's bankruptcy, my two year-long recoveries from knee surgeries, and my rural town, hence why a lot of my ECs begin with "founder of..."
CLOSING THOUGHTS
Although I have undoubtedly worked hard, I am extremely privileged and fortunate to be in this position when others who are so much more accomplished than me simply lost the luck of the draw. I did not know what the ivy league was until going into my senior year. I did not expect to go to college at all until I was told that I would likely be valedictorian. I did not craft my success story through A2C. Everyone on chanceme told me I would "maybe" get into UT (I'm auto-admit...) because my extracurriculars were all over the place. In the end, I believe so much of this process comes down to fit. You are qualified and deserve the best, in a sea of applicants who are also qualified and also deserve the best. It boils down to what perspectives the college wants in their upcoming class, and a lot of the time that includes factors that you cannot necessarily control. I am a hooked applicant and I acknowledge that it likely had a significant influence on my results.
Otherwise, I truly believe that my essays were one of the main reasons that I got into Brown and Duke. Being well-spoken no matter what your story is will get you so far... and that does not mean hiring a college essay consultant to revise them for you. It means speaking from passion, whether to you that means making jokes in a heavy-hitting essay or nerding out about your research in a why major essay. My lack of STEM extracurriculars still got me into Duke biomedical engineering, and I believe my wide variety of interests is what Brown saw in me to utilize their open curriculum.
To the class of 2027: it is over. I cannot thank A2C enough for helping me through this process and exposing me to what is likely now my future home. I know you've heard it enough, about how even if you got rejected you'd be "the type of person to succeed anywhere." Just know that all of your efforts were not in vain. You are someone outside of your university, and it is the people who act the opposite that are problematic. While this subreddit is a shitshow most of the time, I do think it is kind of moving that we are all in this together-- we experienced the epic highs and lows of high school football together and together our generation will become leaders in our respective fields.
To the class of 2028: it will be okay. :)
As of right now, I am torn between Duke and Brown (which could both coincidentally be used as synonyms for "shit")-- I will need to negotiate financial aid before committing. If anyone would like to read an essay of mine, feel free to reach out and I will be glad to share them with you. If you need emotional support, I am here too! Thanks for reading.
2023.04.02 02:10 screwy_louie24 The Pandemonium Complex (The Interrogation)
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It feels like it’s already been weeks since Mila was forced to fight to the death. I can’t tell time here anymore. I just sleep when I need to with no sense of time. At first it messed with my head for a while and I think I went a little insane for a moment, but once you realize that you don’t need it because you don’t need a schedule anymore. It can make you a lot more focused on the now. Gunter has been staying with Mila and barely stays in his own room anymore. We don’t know if she got the previous tenants room or she got hers upgraded since she won the battle against Níðhöggr, but Mila’s room is an entire mountain range. Gunter has been cultivating at the base of the mountains and taking care of Mila. He really loved her cherry blossom trees and spider lilies. I stayed with them for a few days and loved it too after a while. Mila chose a cave in the mountains that she said would work best for her recovery.
Mila’s biology works like a snake’s in a tank and can grow as big as her surroundings. Due to her limited space and food supply in her room that she was sealed in, she was small compared to her full potential. Her new demon noh mask was hard to get used to, but I kind of like it now. It looks pretty bad ass with the horns and tusks. The human skin color it chose wouldn’t be my first choice however. Her new dark red exoskeleton definitely makes up for that though. She doesn’t look anything like the Mila we first met, but we love her no matter how she looks. Pushed to her limits she could wrap an entire mountain if she wanted to or be as small as several inches.
Gunter as well has impressed me. For a small 5 foot something man he’s pretty fast and strong. On his own he can track up the 7,000 foot mountains to get to Mila and back in a little under an hour. I’ve gone with him a few times. We’d track normally and talk for a few hours and he’ll either carry me with him, which still takes him a few hours, or just do the rest alone. Jim, Jon, Siete and her many children visit too. We have meetings to discuss the plan while the kids play in Gunter’s forest that he filled with insects and fruit groves. Gunter also spent a few hours building me a cabin with one of his picks. It was actually really good and the furniture that he built is extremely comfortable.
We went over some ideas and shared what all of us can do during our meeting. I feel like an average Joe sitting among superheroes when I heard what just their species alone can do, plus Gunter, Mila and Jim have some unique talents. When they asked what I can do I decided to lighten the mood by doing the removable thumb trick. No one thought it was funny and we waisted almost an hour explaining to Gunter it wasn’t real. He still thinks I can remove my limbs at will, but choose not to. First thing we needed to do was find Baba Yaga. The Host’s hive mind knows of Klaus and has some memories of him, but we have no idea where he is or if he has a room. Baba Yaga might have some insight and Gunter thinks she should be our main priority. I still think there’s more to what he’s willing to tell us.
Gunter says she was never a tenant as far as he knows and knew her way before he lived here. She practices the arts of the witches, enchantresses, sorceresses and necromancers to name a few. She also spends most of her time in her cabin. Her and her cabin are similar to Withorp and the complex as in wherever it is, she is. If her cabin is somehow either inside or trapped in The Pandemonium Complex then maybe we can find it. Gunter knows what her door looks like if they happen to come across it, but Gunter can’t just run around the complex wildly. One he might catch unwanted attention and none of us know how big this place is if we just search everywhere. Siete said she can send her children, but it’ll take an unknown amount of time for them to come back and tell her what every door looks like and who knows if it’ll still be there by the time they get there. She does have another idea though.
Her hive mind is strong when the spiders are many, but even stronger when there’s less. With less it’ll be like she can see through every one of her children at once. She definitely hates the idea, but it may be our only one. We gave them the best days of their lives as best we could. A few days after that meeting Siete showed up at the cabin Gunter built without The Host and with her children riding on her. There looked to be about 500-600 left from her thousands. We didn’t ask or pry what she had to do, so we carried on with our plan. Siete told us she can also connect us to The Host hive if we wanted to so we can all at least instantly communicate with each other. We won’t have visuals like her, but we can hear her thoughts immediately like a walkie talkie. To be honest I think we all agreed out of respect. She killed her own children for our sake, the least we could do is be there for her.
The smallest spiders from her cluster with long thin legs crawled up each of us and as much as we hated it. We had to let them crawl into our ear canal. We all shuddered hard and tried our best to let them do their job. I can’t speak for the others, but imagine a wild tickle in your ear that sounds like wind blowing hard directly in. Suddenly an intense pain in my ear drum started making it ring loud and hard. Once the ringing started to fade I kept hearing a beautiful woman’s voice saying, hello, softly over and over again. I looked over at Siete, who was standing on the dining room table and asked if that was her. She bounced a little while I could hear that voice saying yes happily. Even Jon had to comment how beautiful she sounded. Definitely a mother’s voice if I’ve ever heard one, which made us hate what we had to make her do so much more.
We played around with our new voiceless communication and had to tune it to not hear every thought. Didn’t think that would be a problem until all of us could hear Jon’s intrusive thoughts while he was staring at Jim. Ever seen a hulking big green apeman turn bright red? It is hilarious, but now I have images in my head that I’m afraid will never go away. Since Siete is now also without The Host she needs a new spot. We decided to keep her under Gunter’s cornucopia. We enjoyed our last day of peace, but now we had to start our search. Siete sent out her children and we listened intently to her kids updates of anything out of the ordinary. Gunter and Siete focused to show Siete what door they’re looking for. So far no door, but we heard a couple of interesting sightings.
The Wisps are back at their pranks again, little light fairies that can cast visual illusions that have been tricking tenants into entering unlocked rooms. Gulp, the bottomless traveling portal, ate the zombie horde, thankfully now I won’t get cramped in the elevator again when they were up to 13 zombies. Her was seen consuming that shape shifting lizardman who loved pretending to be politicians, near my room and tried desperately holding on to a door with chains. Girin and Kuba, the giant black bear forest spirit are fighting in the hallway near Gunter’s room because neither would move so the other could pass again. Adrenepae, the wife of Apollo who ate his heart, looks like she finally can control her avatar of fire form now and is roaming the hallways.Tate the warlock is stalking Beta, the techno organic virus, who has a new female host body; weird little creep. What caught our attention the most was the new tenant that entered the lobby.
He was a darker skinned man with long dreads that had metal links. He wore a long green coat with a satchel. The big headphones and reflective sunglasses were also a nice touch. Me, Jim and Jon went to the lobby to see. We are pretty nosy and we might as well kill some time people watching. Us breaking routine and avoiding Winthorp might also cause suspicion. We have people checking in all the time, but this guy was different as the complex was seemingly treating him as a long time tenant. The lobby works like a one way mirror and with new potential tenants it hides us and the current theme of the lobby before they get approved. I’ve only seen it a few times, but when someone new enters, to us they’re surrounded by a clear cube that limits what they can see when they’re inside. While inside they can only see what the complex wants them to see and nothing as far as I know can enter or leave this pocket dimension box.
With this man however there is no box. The complex didn’t feel the need to hide us or his surroundings for some odd reason. He was ignoring it all though as if he’s been here. He even walked right past Agatha & Mrs. Donahue, seemingly two old ladies that are always playing chess in the lobby and try speaking with anyone in a gentle neighborly tone. You must never speak to them however. They are a Lich and a Fae, but not a nice one like Gunter. The longer you talk to them the more they ruin and steal your life. I was lucky enough to have Jim & Jon stop me before I could reply to their hellos, their friendly faces immediately turned to anger when their meal was not taking the bait. The man paid them no mind and walked right past when they tried waving him down. He was speaking to Winthorp who also was paying the man special attention.
He kept referring to him as they and them when speaking. Winthorp also was standing at full attention before the man walked up. I’ve never seen him so eager to greet a potential new tenant. When it came down to signing the leger he did so without saying a word, but when he finished Winthorp said all new tenants must sign. We didn’t understand at first, when suddenly the man held out his arm and pulled up his sleeve. His arm was covered in a mix of branded and ink tattoos of symbols I’ve never seen before. His closed right palm began to glow a color I’ve never seen before and probably was never meant to be seen by human eyes. He opened his palm and a flash bright enough to blind half the lobby engulfed the room. When we looked back after shielding our eyes there was now a woman with him.
She had turquoise colored skin, long black hair, a beautiful purple choli that had modern accessories and a satchel bag that matched the man’s. She also signed the ledger and was greeted with as much enthusiasm the man was getting by Winthorp. I asked Jim and Jon if they knew who or what they were, but they had no idea. I then asked my internal host Siente if she’s seeing this. A familiar ringing began in my ear and I could hear her voice once again. This had her curiosity immediately when the first words I heard are, interesting. Siente has no knowledge of the man, but the woman is theorized to be a djinn and an old one at that. Siente said that physical djinns are extremely rare and are the most powerful kind, but what caught Siente’s attention was that she wasn’t bound.
Djinns are normally adorned with bright jewelry to symbolize that they are bound to the human world and must obey the law of the bound djinns when on the mortal plain. This djinn was somehow free and in full control which can normally only be done if wished to be free by the master. They also usually leave once freed to return to the realm of the untamed elements, like a fish running back to water. Once checked in we saw Winthorp provide them with what looked like a metal jewelry box that the man put in his satchel. They started walking towards the elevator when I decided to introduce myself. The man stopped first and raised his brow behind those shades, but the djinn stood between us and signaled me to halt with her outstretched arm. Or at least that’s what I thought.
I was thrown backwards by an unseen force, but was luckily caught by Jim. Jon stood in front and began to growl hard in anger. Jon’s size began to increase steadily with his rage and the air around us began getting hotter. I saw his gray fur begin to tense with his flex of dominance and I yelled for him to calm down. Jim put me down and rested his hand on Jon’s shoulder. Jon began to almost instantly relax. Jim stepped in front and apologized, but the woman held her hand back up as a warning to not approach. The man this time relaxed her by resting his hand on the top of her forearm. She looked surprised and shocked by this. The man walked up to Jim, took off his glasses and moved his headphones to around his neck. He looked Jim up and down like he was inspecting him. The man’s eyes were a bright mix of blue and green.
The man asked what tribe he is from and Jim answered. The 13th Wukong of the Nán Providence, but has been Omega ranked in the Tauá-Miri clan for a few decades now. He then looked over to Jon and asked him. Jon only replied with, nikto, and both Jon and the man averted their gaze when the man apologized. The man then looked towards me and apologized for his girlfriend's defensive behavior. We shook hands and greeted each other properly. The man’s name was Oddo and his girlfriend was Desiree. She still watched me with hard suspicious looks while we talked. The man asked me what I was. I told him I’m just human, he stared for a while. He then looked me up and down like he did with Jim and asked how long I’ve lived here. I was honest and told him it felt like years now, but I have no idea. He then berated me with questions I didn’t really understand like, what’s my faction, who’s my totem, who do I embody and when/where is my birth place. I answered as best I could and was only given looks of suspicion in return.
At the end of my interrogation he simply stated, So you’re…a basic mortal human? I could only reply with an embarrassing, yea. Oddo seemed surprised and turned toward Desiree who gave him an equal amount of confusion. He then bluntly asked how am I even alive or even sane in this place. I just shrugged and replied honestly, no fucking idea. I’ve never heard so much laughter since I’ve been here. Oddo, Desiree, Jim and Jon all teared up from laughter. Oddo dabbed me and pulled me in for a hug while still chuckling. It was so weird to have a normal person interaction in such a long time. I then asked about him. He was Oddo and then proceeded to give me such a long list of either titles, ranks and/or alignments to the point where we stood there for about 10 minutes before he finished. At heart though he was human, for the most part.
He introduced Desiree and told us that they met when she was sealed away in a decanter on a sunken ship that Oddo was excavating years ago and have been together ever since. He confirmed that she was a djinn like Siete said and that she was the last of the Jinn of Origin. One of the most powerful djinns. I only know their kind from the story of Aladdin and asked if that’s the kind they meant. I was given looks of confusion and had to explain the story more. There were some similarities and also that she had to grant him 3 desires into creation for her freedom originally, but only did one. Her freedom. Oddo and Desiree were together for 5 years without him ever making a wish. Instead he got to know her and enjoyed her company. They fell in love 2 years in and when they decided to be together forever he made a choice to make it her choice. He desired for her to be free.
Their lives weren’t easy however. They were hunted by men who knew of Desiree and her power. They’ve been on the run for years and wanted to be with others like themselves. Oddo hates humans and Desiree matched that hatred. I asked, then why are you even giving me the time of day now. He just replied with, you’re…different. I didn’t know if that was an insult or compliment. I told them I didn’t want to hold them up any longer and it was a pleasure to meet them. They began walking away towards the elevator while Jim and Jon collaborated their feelings on the couple. I was just happy to finally meet another human here, even if we’re clearly not cut from the same cloth. Siente began speaking again in my head and told me we need to leave the lobby now. She said not to look, but Winthorp has not taken his eyes off of us and he doesn’t look happy.
I told Jim and Jon that we should go check on Mila so as to not cause suspicion on our leave. They agreed and gave a slight nod to confirm. We began walking away when Winthorp called out to me and asked me to come over. I told him maybe later and that we’re going to check on our friend. I turned to leave only to turn to see Winthorp in front of me. We were somehow sitting in a small room I’ve never seen before. It looked like the old school integration rooms you see in black and white detective movies. This wasn’t good. Winthorp had a serious look and looked directly into my soul with those impossibly bright blue eyes. He then lightened up and asked how I’m liking my stay here so far. I told him it was good and then was asked why I’m keeping secrets then. My blood ran cold and I told him everyone has secrets.
He laughed and said that was a good answer, but then suddenly switched to bad cop. He slammed his hand in front of me and asked why we have been spying then. Sweat began dripping down my face. I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about. He switched to good cop and rubbed my cheek. He asked in a light tone if I think he’s stupid. I told him no and then he grabbed my face to look into his. He told me he doesn’t read minds, but he has ways of getting information. He then cupped his hand over my ear and I felt an intense pain with a loud white noise. He held the hair on my head so I couldn't move with his opposite hand and opened his other palm before me. The spider Siete put in my ear was standing in his palm. He asked again if I think he’s stupid. I told him no and the spider began floating. Her legs stretched out and one popped off. He made it so I could hear her scream.
I told him to stop and he asked again if I think he’s stupid. I yelled no again and he pulled out another from the spider. She was a child and I could hear her cry and scream in pain. He asked a third time and I switched my answer to hopefully get a better result. I said yes and then he set her on fire. A flame that burned, but didn’t cause fatal harm. A flame of pure pain and torture. Her screams were loud and filled with sadness and confusion. I begged him to stop, but he kept asking that same question over and over until she had no legs left. He then threw the burning legless spider in the corner. Her screams stopped when she had two legs left. I knew she was alive, but just broken in mind now. I told him I just wanted to leave and he grinned.
Honesty, is that so hard? Those words sent shivers down my spine. I told myself I can’t break. He asked what we were doing and I told him that I’m just trying to find a way out. The grin went back to a scowl. He touched his finger tip to mine and my right middle finger he touched began to burn. At first it dried up slowly and turned black. Then white and then began turning to dust from the tip down to the knuckle. He told me he doesn’t like torturing his tenants. He just wants us to live happily and comfortably. Winthorp then asked why I would want to leave. I have nothing out there and he knows that. I replied with a simple, fuck you.
He sighed in annoyance. I suddenly was completely frozen in place and was unmovable. He grabbed my left arm and began twisting. First my wrist snapped, then slowly up my forearm began breaking. After that he pushed my elbow opposite to where it’s supposed to bend and caused a compound fracture. I was then unfrozen and immediately cried out in pain. Winthorp grabbed the back of my neck so I could sit straight up and squeezed lightly. He told me he knows I’m up to something and to just tell him. If I tell him all this will be over, but I’d be putting my friends in danger worse than this. I answered with, you’re insane. He threw my head forward and it bounced off the table in front of me. I held my face with both hands and realized my arms are normal again.
Winthorp then grabbed the back of my head with his open palm gripping the back of my skull. He told me to spill my guts. Before I could say anything I started projectile vomiting hard. At first it was what I ate, then bile, blood and after my organs began coming out of my mouth as if I was still throwing them up. Every organ was ejected out of my mouth and he made sure I could feel it all. Every time I would start passing out from the pain he’d jerk my head and bring me back. My tongue was next to be forced out and then my teeth one by one uprooted themselves to join the rest on the table and floor. My skin began to melt off my flesh with my nose and ears. My skeleton from my neck down also decided to leave. It moved on its own and forced its way out and through my muscle tissue like it was trapped. Lastly he made my eyes pop out to view it all. This was nothing compared to when he made it all do it again in reverse and even slower.
Ever felt your skeleton crawl back into your flesh? I do. He made sure the nerves felt it all and that I wouldn’t lose consciousness for even a moment while my body slowly and painfully repaired itself. Once I was fully repaired he asked again what me and my friends were doing. I told him it was only me. He sat back in front of me and stared long and hard. I was shaking with fear as to what he was planning to do next. He reached out his index finger, placed it in the center of my forehead and pushed hard. When I turned back up I was no longer in the interrogation room. I was in my room. My childhood room. I looked down and saw my pajamas I haven’t worn since I was 6 years old. I felt wet and warm in my bed and began crying loudly. My parents entered my room to console me and told me I must’ve had a nightmare. I tried telling them about The Pandemonium Complex and Winthorp, but was too broken to explain and just babbled on like the crying child I was now.
They told me it was okay and that I could sleep in their room tonight. A few years went by and The Pandemonium Complex was nothing more than just a memory of a bad dream. When I was 9 I came back home from school to see my front door was open. I entered slowly and saw that my house was a wreck. Like a tornado or wild beast came through. I called out to my parents and siblings, but no one answered. I went to the hallway and saw a blood trail leading into each room. I passed my siblings rooms first and only saw blood leading to their closed closets. I was too afraid to open them. I went to my parents room and saw they were torn apart. Looks of horror were frozen on their faces. I heard something behind me coming from my siblings' rooms.
I ran to my parents window. I unlocked it and jumped out leaving my backpack behind. This isn’t right. I ran to the neighbors house and they called the police. I lived with my aunt and uncle after that. Then my grandparents. All met the same fate as my household. I was placed in foster care at 13. I began questioning my memories and what’s happening. None of this seemed right. At 14 I was adopted into an abusive household. My adopted mother only beat and yelled at me. My adopted father was worse and did unspeakable things. I ran away at the age of 16 and was homeless for a year. I then met the love of my life. Tanisha, she was perfect. Kind, loving, empathetic and an all around good person. We were together for 2 years before I met my best friend, Tate.
They helped me get back on track and made my past seem like a bad memory. I was 26 now and was married with 3 loving children. My best friend Tate had a family of his own and we were raising our kids together. Life was perfect. Then one day I came home from work. My front door was open and I knew it was over. I entered my home. My children were torn apart and thrown around my living room like ragdolls. I went into our room and saw that it was torn apart, but Tanisha wasn’t there. I ran out when I heard a familiar noise coming from the living room. I jumped out my window and started running towards Tate’s house. I kept trying to call my wife’s phone nonstop. No answer. When I got to Tate’s house I saw that his door was also open. I ran inside to see the same scene happen to his children.
I ran into Tate’s room and found him and…my wife. She must’ve tried running here when she found our kids, I thought. A small red light caught my attention in the debris. A camera that was recording. I played the tape back to see what happened. My wife was cheating on me with Tate. The camera was filled with different videos from long before today. I started the video from today to my dismay. They were in the middle of it when screams could be heard from the living room. I was so focused on what was going to happen that I didn’t notice the presence behind me. A scream broke the silence before I could see what entered the room and I turned to see Sarah, Tate’s wife screaming with horror at me. I tried calming her down and explain, but she had the police behind her already. I was arrested and was found guilty for murder.
They thought I killed them all because I found out they were cheating and also pinned the past murders on me since whatever kept happening is following me. I was thrown into a dark cold prison to live out my days in a hole. My days consisted of starving, being beaten and cold. I wanted to die. The death sentence was banned since I was a child, so all I could do was wait for death. One day, when I had given up, a few guards entered my room. I won’t say what happened, but it ended with them beating me nonstop until I couldn’t fight back. They didn’t stop beating me and when I was finally getting my wish of death I was sitting in a chair. I was in a small room with a man sitting across from me. A small bellhop wearing a straw boat hat. Winthorp. All my memories came flooding back. Memories of the past and now mixed and formed back into my hellish life.
Winthorp asked me again what we were planning. I looked him dead in the eye and just answered, I will kill you. A grin formed on his face again and he leaned in. How? He asked plain and simply. I knew I said too much again and just went silent. I don’t know how long I was there for. He made me live other hellish lives and tortured me over and over again in ways that would make the devil himself want to die. I never said another word. I could tell he was getting frustrated and was losing his cool. His methods started becoming sloppy and desperate. One of the benefits of being a basic mortal human is that we die very easily, so you could do whatever to us, but in the end they start getting very similar and I learned to get used to it. Once he realized he wasn’t getting anything out of me he threw me back into my room in the complex. I was thrown hard through the air and saw my furniture fly past me before I hit my wall hard. That’s when I just broke and just cried for hours.
I just needed to release. What I didn’t notice was Gunter was on the couch the whole time. He sat silently and just let me break. I think he knew I just needed to let it all out. I don’t know if he knew what I just went through, but he just started getting some fruit ready for me to eat when I’m ready. The small spider crawled out of my sleeve and ran to Siete under Gunter’s cornucopia. I slept for an unknown amount of time, but my body definitely needed it. When I woke up, I ate and Gunter asked me if I wanted to talk. I just asked how long I had been gone. He said Jim, Jon and I left just a few minutes before I was suddenly flying through my room from out of nowhere. He asked more directly as to what happened. I didn’t give him all the details, but now my mind is set. Winthorp and The Pandemonium Complex need to die.
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It feels like it’s already been weeks since Mila was forced to fight to the death. I can’t tell time here anymore. I just sleep when I need to with no sense of time. At first it messed with my head for a while and I think I went a little insane for a moment, but once you realize that you don’t need it because you don’t need a schedule anymore. It can make you a lot more focused on the now. Gunter has been staying with Mila and barely stays in his own room anymore. We don’t know if she got the previous tenants room or she got hers upgraded since she won the battle against Níðhöggr, but Mila’s room is an entire mountain range. Gunter has been cultivating at the base of the mountains and taking care of Mila. He really loved her cherry blossom trees and spider lilies. I stayed with them for a few days and loved it too after a while. Mila chose a cave in the mountains that she said would work best for her recovery.
Mila’s biology works like a snake’s in a tank and can grow as big as her surroundings. Due to her limited space and food supply in her room that she was sealed in, she was small compared to her full potential. Her new demon noh mask was hard to get used to, but I kind of like it now. It looks pretty bad ass with the horns and tusks. The human skin color it chose wouldn’t be my first choice however. Her new dark red exoskeleton definitely makes up for that though. She doesn’t look anything like the Mila we first met, but we love her no matter how she looks. Pushed to her limits she could wrap an entire mountain if she wanted to or be as small as several inches.
Gunter as well has impressed me. For a small 5 foot something man he’s pretty fast and strong. On his own he can track up the 7,000 foot mountains to get to Mila and back in a little under an hour. I’ve gone with him a few times. We’d track normally and talk for a few hours and he’ll either carry me with him, which still takes him a few hours, or just do the rest alone. Jim, Jon, Siete and her many children visit too. We have meetings to discuss the plan while the kids play in Gunter’s forest that he filled with insects and fruit groves. Gunter also spent a few hours building me a cabin with one of his picks. It was actually really good and the furniture that he built is extremely comfortable.
We went over some ideas and shared what all of us can do during our meeting. I feel like an average Joe sitting among superheroes when I heard what just their species alone can do, plus Gunter, Mila and Jim have some unique talents. When they asked what I can do I decided to lighten the mood by doing the removable thumb trick. No one thought it was funny and we waisted almost an hour explaining to Gunter it wasn’t real. He still thinks I can remove my limbs at will, but choose not to. First thing we needed to do was find Baba Yaga. The Host’s hive mind knows of Klaus and has some memories of him, but we have no idea where he is or if he has a room. Baba Yaga might have some insight and Gunter thinks she should be our main priority. I still think there’s more to what he’s willing to tell us.
Gunter says she was never a tenant as far as he knows and knew her way before he lived here. She practices the arts of the witches, enchantresses, sorceresses and necromancers to name a few. She also spends most of her time in her cabin. Her and her cabin are similar to Withorp and the complex as in wherever it is, she is. If her cabin is somehow either inside or trapped in The Pandemonium Complex then maybe we can find it. Gunter knows what her door looks like if they happen to come across it, but Gunter can’t just run around the complex wildly. One he might catch unwanted attention and none of us know how big this place is if we just search everywhere. Siete said she can send her children, but it’ll take an unknown amount of time for them to come back and tell her what every door looks like and who knows if it’ll still be there by the time they get there. She does have another idea though.
Her hive mind is strong when the spiders are many, but even stronger when there’s less. With less it’ll be like she can see through every one of her children at once. She definitely hates the idea, but it may be our only one. We gave them the best days of their lives as best we could. A few days after that meeting Siete showed up at the cabin Gunter built without The Host and with her children riding on her. There looked to be about 500-600 left from her thousands. We didn’t ask or pry what she had to do, so we carried on with our plan. Siete told us she can also connect us to The Host hive if we wanted to so we can all at least instantly communicate with each other. We won’t have visuals like her, but we can hear her thoughts immediately like a walkie talkie. To be honest I think we all agreed out of respect. She killed her own children for our sake, the least we could do is be there for her.
The smallest spiders from her cluster with long thin legs crawled up each of us and as much as we hated it. We had to let them crawl into our ear canal. We all shuddered hard and tried our best to let them do their job. I can’t speak for the others, but imagine a wild tickle in your ear that sounds like wind blowing hard directly in. Suddenly an intense pain in my ear drum started making it ring loud and hard. Once the ringing started to fade I kept hearing a beautiful woman’s voice saying, hello, softly over and over again. I looked over at Siete, who was standing on the dining room table and asked if that was her. She bounced a little while I could hear that voice saying yes happily. Even Jon had to comment how beautiful she sounded. Definitely a mother’s voice if I’ve ever heard one, which made us hate what we had to make her do so much more.
We played around with our new voiceless communication and had to tune it to not hear every thought. Didn’t think that would be a problem until all of us could hear Jon’s intrusive thoughts while he was staring at Jim. Ever seen a hulking big green apeman turn bright red? It is hilarious, but now I have images in my head that I’m afraid will never go away. Since Siete is now also without The Host she needs a new spot. We decided to keep her under Gunter’s cornucopia. We enjoyed our last day of peace, but now we had to start our search. Siete sent out her children and we listened intently to her kids updates of anything out of the ordinary. Gunter and Siete focused to show Siete what door they’re looking for. So far no door, but we heard a couple of interesting sightings.
The Wisps are back at their pranks again, little light fairies that can cast visual illusions that have been tricking tenants into entering unlocked rooms. Gulp, the bottomless traveling portal, ate the zombie horde, thankfully now I won’t get cramped in the elevator again when they were up to 13 zombies. Her was seen consuming that shape shifting lizardman who loved pretending to be politicians, near my room and tried desperately holding on to a door with chains. Girin and Kuba, the giant black bear forest spirit are fighting in the hallway near Gunter’s room because neither would move so the other could pass again. Adrenepae, the wife of Apollo who ate his heart, looks like she finally can control her avatar of fire form now and is roaming the hallways.Tate the warlock is stalking Beta, the techno organic virus, who has a new female host body; weird little creep. What caught our attention the most was the new tenant that entered the lobby.
He was a darker skinned man with long dreads that had metal links. He wore a long green coat with a satchel. The big headphones and reflective sunglasses were also a nice touch. Me, Jim and Jon went to the lobby to see. We are pretty nosy and we might as well kill some time people watching. Us breaking routine and avoiding Winthorp might also cause suspicion. We have people checking in all the time, but this guy was different as the complex was seemingly treating him as a long time tenant. The lobby works like a one way mirror and with new potential tenants it hides us and the current theme of the lobby before they get approved. I’ve only seen it a few times, but when someone new enters, to us they’re surrounded by a clear cube that limits what they can see when they’re inside. While inside they can only see what the complex wants them to see and nothing as far as I know can enter or leave this pocket dimension box.
With this man however there is no box. The complex didn’t feel the need to hide us or his surroundings for some odd reason. He was ignoring it all though as if he’s been here. He even walked right past Agatha & Mrs. Donahue, seemingly two old ladies that are always playing chess in the lobby and try speaking with anyone in a gentle neighborly tone. You must never speak to them however. They are a Lich and a Fae, but not a nice one like Gunter. The longer you talk to them the more they ruin and steal your life. I was lucky enough to have Jim & Jon stop me before I could reply to their hellos, their friendly faces immediately turned to anger when their meal was not taking the bait. The man paid them no mind and walked right past when they tried waving him down. He was speaking to Winthorp who also was paying the man special attention.
He kept referring to him as they and them when speaking. Winthorp also was standing at full attention before the man walked up. I’ve never seen him so eager to greet a potential new tenant. When it came down to signing the leger he did so without saying a word, but when he finished Winthorp said all new tenants must sign. We didn’t understand at first, when suddenly the man held out his arm and pulled up his sleeve. His arm was covered in a mix of branded and ink tattoos of symbols I’ve never seen before. His closed right palm began to glow a color I’ve never seen before and probably was never meant to be seen by human eyes. He opened his palm and a flash bright enough to blind half the lobby engulfed the room. When we looked back after shielding our eyes there was now a woman with him.
She had turquoise colored skin, long black hair, a beautiful purple choli that had modern accessories and a satchel bag that matched the man’s. She also signed the ledger and was greeted with as much enthusiasm the man was getting by Winthorp. I asked Jim and Jon if they knew who or what they were, but they had no idea. I then asked my internal host Siente if she’s seeing this. A familiar ringing began in my ear and I could hear her voice once again. This had her curiosity immediately when the first words I heard are, interesting. Siente has no knowledge of the man, but the woman is theorized to be a djinn and an old one at that. Siente said that physical djinns are extremely rare and are the most powerful kind, but what caught Siente’s attention was that she wasn’t bound.
Djinns are normally adorned with bright jewelry to symbolize that they are bound to the human world and must obey the law of the bound djinns when on the mortal plain. This djinn was somehow free and in full control which can normally only be done if wished to be free by the master. They also usually leave once freed to return to the realm of the untamed elements, like a fish running back to water. Once checked in we saw Winthorp provide them with what looked like a metal jewelry box that the man put in his satchel. They started walking towards the elevator when I decided to introduce myself. The man stopped first and raised his brow behind those shades, but the djinn stood between us and signaled me to halt with her outstretched arm. Or at least that’s what I thought.
I was thrown backwards by an unseen force, but was luckily caught by Jim. Jon stood in front and began to growl hard in anger. Jon’s size began to increase steadily with his rage and the air around us began getting hotter. I saw his gray fur begin to tense with his flex of dominance and I yelled for him to calm down. Jim put me down and rested his hand on Jon’s shoulder. Jon began to almost instantly relax. Jim stepped in front and apologized, but the woman held her hand back up as a warning to not approach. The man this time relaxed her by resting his hand on the top of her forearm. She looked surprised and shocked by this. The man walked up to Jim, took off his glasses and moved his headphones to around his neck. He looked Jim up and down like he was inspecting him. The man’s eyes were a bright mix of blue and green.
The man asked what tribe he is from and Jim answered. The 13th Wukong of the Nán Providence, but has been Omega ranked in the Tauá-Miri clan for a few decades now. He then looked over to Jon and asked him. Jon only replied with, nikto, and both Jon and the man averted their gaze when the man apologized. The man then looked towards me and apologized for his girlfriend's defensive behavior. We shook hands and greeted each other properly. The man’s name was Oddo and his girlfriend was Desiree. She still watched me with hard suspicious looks while we talked. The man asked me what I was. I told him I’m just human, he stared for a while. He then looked me up and down like he did with Jim and asked how long I’ve lived here. I was honest and told him it felt like years now, but I have no idea. He then berated me with questions I didn’t really understand like, what’s my faction, who’s my totem, who do I embody and when/where is my birth place. I answered as best I could and was only given looks of suspicion in return.
At the end of my interrogation he simply stated, So you’re…a basic mortal human? I could only reply with an embarrassing, yea. Oddo seemed surprised and turned toward Desiree who gave him an equal amount of confusion. He then bluntly asked how am I even alive or even sane in this place. I just shrugged and replied honestly, no fucking idea. I’ve never heard so much laughter since I’ve been here. Oddo, Desiree, Jim and Jon all teared up from laughter. Oddo dabbed me and pulled me in for a hug while still chuckling. It was so weird to have a normal person interaction in such a long time. I then asked about him. He was Oddo and then proceeded to give me such a long list of either titles, ranks and/or alignments to the point where we stood there for about 10 minutes before he finished. At heart though he was human, for the most part.
He introduced Desiree and told us that they met when she was sealed away in a decanter on a sunken ship that Oddo was excavating years ago and have been together ever since. He confirmed that she was a djinn like Siete said and that she was the last of the Jinn of Origin. One of the most powerful djinns. I only know their kind from the story of Aladdin and asked if that’s the kind they meant. I was given looks of confusion and had to explain the story more. There were some similarities and also that she had to grant him 3 desires into creation for her freedom originally, but only did one. Her freedom. Oddo and Desiree were together for 5 years without him ever making a wish. Instead he got to know her and enjoyed her company. They fell in love 2 years in and when they decided to be together forever he made a choice to make it her choice. He desired for her to be free.
Their lives weren’t easy however. They were hunted by men who knew of Desiree and her power. They’ve been on the run for years and wanted to be with others like themselves. Oddo hates humans and Desiree matched that hatred. I asked, then why are you even giving me the time of day now. He just replied with, you’re…different. I didn’t know if that was an insult or compliment. I told them I didn’t want to hold them up any longer and it was a pleasure to meet them. They began walking away towards the elevator while Jim and Jon collaborated their feelings on the couple. I was just happy to finally meet another human here, even if we’re clearly not cut from the same cloth. Siente began speaking again in my head and told me we need to leave the lobby now. She said not to look, but Winthorp has not taken his eyes off of us and he doesn’t look happy.
I told Jim and Jon that we should go check on Mila so as to not cause suspicion on our leave. They agreed and gave a slight nod to confirm. We began walking away when Winthorp called out to me and asked me to come over. I told him maybe later and that we’re going to check on our friend. I turned to leave only to turn to see Winthorp in front of me. We were somehow sitting in a small room I’ve never seen before. It looked like the old school integration rooms you see in black and white detective movies. This wasn’t good. Winthorp had a serious look and looked directly into my soul with those impossibly bright blue eyes. He then lightened up and asked how I’m liking my stay here so far. I told him it was good and then was asked why I’m keeping secrets then. My blood ran cold and I told him everyone has secrets.
He laughed and said that was a good answer, but then suddenly switched to bad cop. He slammed his hand in front of me and asked why we have been spying then. Sweat began dripping down my face. I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about. He switched to good cop and rubbed my cheek. He asked in a light tone if I think he’s stupid. I told him no and then he grabbed my face to look into his. He told me he doesn’t read minds, but he has ways of getting information. He then cupped his hand over my ear and I felt an intense pain with a loud white noise. He held the hair on my head so I couldn't move with his opposite hand and opened his other palm before me. The spider Siete put in my ear was standing in his palm. He asked again if I think he’s stupid. I told him no and the spider began floating. Her legs stretched out and one popped off. He made it so I could hear her scream.
I told him to stop and he asked again if I think he’s stupid. I yelled no again and he pulled out another from the spider. She was a child and I could hear her cry and scream in pain. He asked a third time and I switched my answer to hopefully get a better result. I said yes and then he set her on fire. A flame that burned, but didn’t cause fatal harm. A flame of pure pain and torture. Her screams were loud and filled with sadness and confusion. I begged him to stop, but he kept asking that same question over and over until she had no legs left. He then threw the burning legless spider in the corner. Her screams stopped when she had two legs left. I knew she was alive, but just broken in mind now. I told him I just wanted to leave and he grinned.
Honesty, is that so hard? Those words sent shivers down my spine. I told myself I can’t break. He asked what we were doing and I told him that I’m just trying to find a way out. The grin went back to a scowl. He touched his finger tip to mine and my right middle finger he touched began to burn. At first it dried up slowly and turned black. Then white and then began turning to dust from the tip down to the knuckle. He told me he doesn’t like torturing his tenants. He just wants us to live happily and comfortably. Winthorp then asked why I would want to leave. I have nothing out there and he knows that. I replied with a simple, fuck you.
He sighed in annoyance. I suddenly was completely frozen in place and was unmovable. He grabbed my left arm and began twisting. First my wrist snapped, then slowly up my forearm began breaking. After that he pushed my elbow opposite to where it’s supposed to bend and caused a compound fracture. I was then unfrozen and immediately cried out in pain. Winthorp grabbed the back of my neck so I could sit straight up and squeezed lightly. He told me he knows I’m up to something and to just tell him. If I tell him all this will be over, but I’d be putting my friends in danger worse than this. I answered with, you’re insane. He threw my head forward and it bounced off the table in front of me. I held my face with both hands and realized my arms are normal again.
Winthorp then grabbed the back of my head with his open palm gripping the back of my skull. He told me to spill my guts. Before I could say anything I started projectile vomiting hard. At first it was what I ate, then bile, blood and after my organs began coming out of my mouth as if I was still throwing them up. Every organ was ejected out of my mouth and he made sure I could feel it all. Every time I would start passing out from the pain he’d jerk my head and bring me back. My tongue was next to be forced out and then my teeth one by one uprooted themselves to join the rest on the table and floor. My skin began to melt off my flesh with my nose and ears. My skeleton from my neck down also decided to leave. It moved on its own and forced its way out and through my muscle tissue like it was trapped. Lastly he made my eyes pop out to view it all. This was nothing compared to when he made it all do it again in reverse and even slower.
Ever felt your skeleton crawl back into your flesh? I do. He made sure the nerves felt it all and that I wouldn’t lose consciousness for even a moment while my body slowly and painfully repaired itself. Once I was fully repaired he asked again what me and my friends were doing. I told him it was only me. He sat back in front of me and stared long and hard. I was shaking with fear as to what he was planning to do next. He reached out his index finger, placed it in the center of my forehead and pushed hard. When I turned back up I was no longer in the interrogation room. I was in my room. My childhood room. I looked down and saw my pajamas I haven’t worn since I was 6 years old. I felt wet and warm in my bed and began crying loudly. My parents entered my room to console me and told me I must’ve had a nightmare. I tried telling them about The Pandemonium Complex and Winthorp, but was too broken to explain and just babbled on like the crying child I was now.
They told me it was okay and that I could sleep in their room tonight. A few years went by and The Pandemonium Complex was nothing more than just a memory of a bad dream. When I was 9 I came back home from school to see my front door was open. I entered slowly and saw that my house was a wreck. Like a tornado or wild beast came through. I called out to my parents and siblings, but no one answered. I went to the hallway and saw a blood trail leading into each room. I passed my siblings rooms first and only saw blood leading to their closed closets. I was too afraid to open them. I went to my parents room and saw they were torn apart. Looks of horror were frozen on their faces. I heard something behind me coming from my siblings' rooms.
I ran to my parents window. I unlocked it and jumped out leaving my backpack behind. This isn’t right. I ran to the neighbors house and they called the police. I lived with my aunt and uncle after that. Then my grandparents. All met the same fate as my household. I was placed in foster care at 13. I began questioning my memories and what’s happening. None of this seemed right. At 14 I was adopted into an abusive household. My adopted mother only beat and yelled at me. My adopted father was worse and did unspeakable things. I ran away at the age of 16 and was homeless for a year. I then met the love of my life. Tanisha, she was perfect. Kind, loving, empathetic and an all around good person. We were together for 2 years before I met my best friend, Tate.
They helped me get back on track and made my past seem like a bad memory. I was 26 now and was married with 3 loving children. My best friend Tate had a family of his own and we were raising our kids together. Life was perfect. Then one day I came home from work. My front door was open and I knew it was over. I entered my home. My children were torn apart and thrown around my living room like ragdolls. I went into our room and saw that it was torn apart, but Tanisha wasn’t there. I ran out when I heard a familiar noise coming from the living room. I jumped out my window and started running towards Tate’s house. I kept trying to call my wife’s phone nonstop. No answer. When I got to Tate’s house I saw that his door was also open. I ran inside to see the same scene happen to his children.
I ran into Tate’s room and found him and…my wife. She must’ve tried running here when she found our kids, I thought. A small red light caught my attention in the debris. A camera that was recording. I played the tape back to see what happened. My wife was cheating on me with Tate. The camera was filled with different videos from long before today. I started the video from today to my dismay. They were in the middle of it when screams could be heard from the living room. I was so focused on what was going to happen that I didn’t notice the presence behind me. A scream broke the silence before I could see what entered the room and I turned to see Sarah, Tate’s wife screaming with horror at me. I tried calming her down and explain, but she had the police behind her already. I was arrested and was found guilty for murder.
They thought I killed them all because I found out they were cheating and also pinned the past murders on me since whatever kept happening is following me. I was thrown into a dark cold prison to live out my days in a hole. My days consisted of starving, being beaten and cold. I wanted to die. The death sentence was banned since I was a child, so all I could do was wait for death. One day, when I had given up, a few guards entered my room. I won’t say what happened, but it ended with them beating me nonstop until I couldn’t fight back. They didn’t stop beating me and when I was finally getting my wish of death I was sitting in a chair. I was in a small room with a man sitting across from me. A small bellhop wearing a straw boat hat. Winthorp. All my memories came flooding back. Memories of the past and now mixed and formed back into my hellish life.
Winthorp asked me again what we were planning. I looked him dead in the eye and just answered, I will kill you. A grin formed on his face again and he leaned in. How? He asked plain and simply. I knew I said too much again and just went silent. I don’t know how long I was there for. He made me live other hellish lives and tortured me over and over again in ways that would make the devil himself want to die. I never said another word. I could tell he was getting frustrated and was losing his cool. His methods started becoming sloppy and desperate. One of the benefits of being a basic mortal human is that we die very easily, so you could do whatever to us, but in the end they start getting very similar and I learned to get used to it. Once he realized he wasn’t getting anything out of me he threw me back into my room in the complex. I was thrown hard through the air and saw my furniture fly past me before I hit my wall hard. That’s when I just broke and just cried for hours.
I just needed to release. What I didn’t notice was Gunter was on the couch the whole time. He sat silently and just let me break. I think he knew I just needed to let it all out. I don’t know if he knew what I just went through, but he just started getting some fruit ready for me to eat when I’m ready. The small spider crawled out of my sleeve and ran to Siete under Gunter’s cornucopia. I slept for an unknown amount of time, but my body definitely needed it. When I woke up, I ate and Gunter asked me if I wanted to talk. I just asked how long I had been gone. He said Jim, Jon and I left just a few minutes before I was suddenly flying through my room from out of nowhere. He asked more directly as to what happened. I didn’t give him all the details, but now my mind is set. Winthorp and The Pandemonium Complex need to die.
2023.04.02 02:10 No-Somewhere2820 Superman Smoking Kryptonite from a Meth Pipe
I'm looking a a drawing of superman smoking kryptonite from a meth pipe with the pipe and the kryptonite large and front and center and superman in the background like from a fisheye lens.
I am trying to recover from meth addiction and thought a piece of art like this might help me and others. For me personally the idea of superman smoking kryptonite is insane, but that is exactly what I do when I smoke meth.
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I am trying to recover from meth addiction and thought a piece of art like this might help me and others. For me personally the idea of superman smoking kryptonite is insane, but that is exactly what I do when I smoke meth.
2023.04.02 02:06 screwy_louie24 The Pandemonium Complex (The Interrogation)
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It feels like it’s already been weeks since Mila was forced to fight to the death. I can’t tell time here anymore. I just sleep when I need to with no sense of time. At first it messed with my head for a while and I think I went a little insane for a moment, but once you realize that you don’t need it because you don’t need a schedule anymore. It can make you a lot more focused on the now. Gunter has been staying with Mila and barely stays in his own room anymore. We don’t know if she got the previous tenants room or she got hers upgraded since she won the battle against Níðhöggr, but Mila’s room is an entire mountain range. Gunter has been cultivating at the base of the mountains and taking care of Mila. He really loved her cherry blossom trees and spider lilies. I stayed with them for a few days and loved it too after a while. Mila chose a cave in the mountains that she said would work best for her recovery.
Mila’s biology works like a snake’s in a tank and can grow as big as her surroundings. Due to her limited space and food supply in her room that she was sealed in, she was small compared to her full potential. Her new demon noh mask was hard to get used to, but I kind of like it now. It looks pretty bad ass with the horns and tusks. The human skin color it chose wouldn’t be my first choice however. Her new dark red exoskeleton definitely makes up for that though. She doesn’t look anything like the Mila we first met, but we love her no matter how she looks. Pushed to her limits she could wrap an entire mountain if she wanted to or be as small as several inches.
Gunter as well has impressed me. For a small 5 foot something man he’s pretty fast and strong. On his own he can track up the 7,000 foot mountains to get to Mila and back in a little under an hour. I’ve gone with him a few times. We’d track normally and talk for a few hours and he’ll either carry me with him, which still takes him a few hours, or just do the rest alone. Jim, Jon, Siete and her many children visit too. We have meetings to discuss the plan while the kids play in Gunter’s forest that he filled with insects and fruit groves. Gunter also spent a few hours building me a cabin with one of his picks. It was actually really good and the furniture that he built is extremely comfortable.
We went over some ideas and shared what all of us can do during our meeting. I feel like an average Joe sitting among superheroes when I heard what just their species alone can do, plus Gunter, Mila and Jim have some unique talents. When they asked what I can do I decided to lighten the mood by doing the removable thumb trick. No one thought it was funny and we waisted almost an hour explaining to Gunter it wasn’t real. He still thinks I can remove my limbs at will, but choose not to. First thing we needed to do was find Baba Yaga. The Host’s hive mind knows of Klaus and has some memories of him, but we have no idea where he is or if he has a room. Baba Yaga might have some insight and Gunter thinks she should be our main priority. I still think there’s more to what he’s willing to tell us.
Gunter says she was never a tenant as far as he knows and knew her way before he lived here. She practices the arts of the witches, enchantresses, sorceresses and necromancers to name a few. She also spends most of her time in her cabin. Her and her cabin are similar to Withorp and the complex as in wherever it is, she is. If her cabin is somehow either inside or trapped in The Pandemonium Complex then maybe we can find it. Gunter knows what her door looks like if they happen to come across it, but Gunter can’t just run around the complex wildly. One he might catch unwanted attention and none of us know how big this place is if we just search everywhere. Siete said she can send her children, but it’ll take an unknown amount of time for them to come back and tell her what every door looks like and who knows if it’ll still be there by the time they get there. She does have another idea though.
Her hive mind is strong when the spiders are many, but even stronger when there’s less. With less it’ll be like she can see through every one of her children at once. She definitely hates the idea, but it may be our only one. We gave them the best days of their lives as best we could. A few days after that meeting Siete showed up at the cabin Gunter built without The Host and with her children riding on her. There looked to be about 500-600 left from her thousands. We didn’t ask or pry what she had to do, so we carried on with our plan. Siete told us she can also connect us to The Host hive if we wanted to so we can all at least instantly communicate with each other. We won’t have visuals like her, but we can hear her thoughts immediately like a walkie talkie. To be honest I think we all agreed out of respect. She killed her own children for our sake, the least we could do is be there for her.
The smallest spiders from her cluster with long thin legs crawled up each of us and as much as we hated it. We had to let them crawl into our ear canal. We all shuddered hard and tried our best to let them do their job. I can’t speak for the others, but imagine a wild tickle in your ear that sounds like wind blowing hard directly in. Suddenly an intense pain in my ear drum started making it ring loud and hard. Once the ringing started to fade I kept hearing a beautiful woman’s voice saying, hello, softly over and over again. I looked over at Siete, who was standing on the dining room table and asked if that was her. She bounced a little while I could hear that voice saying yes happily. Even Jon had to comment how beautiful she sounded. Definitely a mother’s voice if I’ve ever heard one, which made us hate what we had to make her do so much more.
We played around with our new voiceless communication and had to tune it to not hear every thought. Didn’t think that would be a problem until all of us could hear Jon’s intrusive thoughts while he was staring at Jim. Ever seen a hulking big green apeman turn bright red? It is hilarious, but now I have images in my head that I’m afraid will never go away. Since Siete is now also without The Host she needs a new spot. We decided to keep her under Gunter’s cornucopia. We enjoyed our last day of peace, but now we had to start our search. Siete sent out her children and we listened intently to her kids updates of anything out of the ordinary. Gunter and Siete focused to show Siete what door they’re looking for. So far no door, but we heard a couple of interesting sightings.
The Wisps are back at their pranks again, little light fairies that can cast visual illusions that have been tricking tenants into entering unlocked rooms. Gulp, the bottomless traveling portal, ate the zombie horde, thankfully now I won’t get cramped in the elevator again when they were up to 13 zombies. Her was seen consuming that shape shifting lizardman who loved pretending to be politicians, near my room and tried desperately holding on to a door with chains. Girin and Kuba, the giant black bear forest spirit are fighting in the hallway near Gunter’s room because neither would move so the other could pass again. Adrenepae, the wife of Apollo who ate his heart, looks like she finally can control her avatar of fire form now and is roaming the hallways.Tate the warlock is stalking Beta, the techno organic virus, who has a new female host body; weird little creep. What caught our attention the most was the new tenant that entered the lobby.
He was a darker skinned man with long dreads that had metal links. He wore a long green coat with a satchel. The big headphones and reflective sunglasses were also a nice touch. Me, Jim and Jon went to the lobby to see. We are pretty nosy and we might as well kill some time people watching. Us breaking routine and avoiding Winthorp might also cause suspicion. We have people checking in all the time, but this guy was different as the complex was seemingly treating him as a long time tenant. The lobby works like a one way mirror and with new potential tenants it hides us and the current theme of the lobby before they get approved. I’ve only seen it a few times, but when someone new enters, to us they’re surrounded by a clear cube that limits what they can see when they’re inside. While inside they can only see what the complex wants them to see and nothing as far as I know can enter or leave this pocket dimension box.
With this man however there is no box. The complex didn’t feel the need to hide us or his surroundings for some odd reason. He was ignoring it all though as if he’s been here. He even walked right past Agatha & Mrs. Donahue, seemingly two old ladies that are always playing chess in the lobby and try speaking with anyone in a gentle neighborly tone. You must never speak to them however. They are a Lich and a Fae, but not a nice one like Gunter. The longer you talk to them the more they ruin and steal your life. I was lucky enough to have Jim & Jon stop me before I could reply to their hellos, their friendly faces immediately turned to anger when their meal was not taking the bait. The man paid them no mind and walked right past when they tried waving him down. He was speaking to Winthorp who also was paying the man special attention.
He kept referring to him as they and them when speaking. Winthorp also was standing at full attention before the man walked up. I’ve never seen him so eager to greet a potential new tenant. When it came down to signing the leger he did so without saying a word, but when he finished Winthorp said all new tenants must sign. We didn’t understand at first, when suddenly the man held out his arm and pulled up his sleeve. His arm was covered in a mix of branded and ink tattoos of symbols I’ve never seen before. His closed right palm began to glow a color I’ve never seen before and probably was never meant to be seen by human eyes. He opened his palm and a flash bright enough to blind half the lobby engulfed the room. When we looked back after shielding our eyes there was now a woman with him.
She had turquoise colored skin, long black hair, a beautiful purple choli that had modern accessories and a satchel bag that matched the man’s. She also signed the ledger and was greeted with as much enthusiasm the man was getting by Winthorp. I asked Jim and Jon if they knew who or what they were, but they had no idea. I then asked my internal host Siente if she’s seeing this. A familiar ringing began in my ear and I could hear her voice once again. This had her curiosity immediately when the first words I heard are, interesting. Siente has no knowledge of the man, but the woman is theorized to be a djinn and an old one at that. Siente said that physical djinns are extremely rare and are the most powerful kind, but what caught Siente’s attention was that she wasn’t bound.
Djinns are normally adorned with bright jewelry to symbolize that they are bound to the human world and must obey the law of the bound djinns when on the mortal plain. This djinn was somehow free and in full control which can normally only be done if wished to be free by the master. They also usually leave once freed to return to the realm of the untamed elements, like a fish running back to water. Once checked in we saw Winthorp provide them with what looked like a metal jewelry box that the man put in his satchel. They started walking towards the elevator when I decided to introduce myself. The man stopped first and raised his brow behind those shades, but the djinn stood between us and signaled me to halt with her outstretched arm. Or at least that’s what I thought.
I was thrown backwards by an unseen force, but was luckily caught by Jim. Jon stood in front and began to growl hard in anger. Jon’s size began to increase steadily with his rage and the air around us began getting hotter. I saw his gray fur begin to tense with his flex of dominance and I yelled for him to calm down. Jim put me down and rested his hand on Jon’s shoulder. Jon began to almost instantly relax. Jim stepped in front and apologized, but the woman held her hand back up as a warning to not approach. The man this time relaxed her by resting his hand on the top of her forearm. She looked surprised and shocked by this. The man walked up to Jim, took off his glasses and moved his headphones to around his neck. He looked Jim up and down like he was inspecting him. The man’s eyes were a bright mix of blue and green.
The man asked what tribe he is from and Jim answered. The 13th Wukong of the Nán Providence, but has been Omega ranked in the Tauá-Miri clan for a few decades now. He then looked over to Jon and asked him. Jon only replied with, nikto, and both Jon and the man averted their gaze when the man apologized. The man then looked towards me and apologized for his girlfriend's defensive behavior. We shook hands and greeted each other properly. The man’s name was Oddo and his girlfriend was Desiree. She still watched me with hard suspicious looks while we talked. The man asked me what I was. I told him I’m just human, he stared for a while. He then looked me up and down like he did with Jim and asked how long I’ve lived here. I was honest and told him it felt like years now, but I have no idea. He then berated me with questions I didn’t really understand like, what’s my faction, who’s my totem, who do I embody and when/where is my birth place. I answered as best I could and was only given looks of suspicion in return.
At the end of my interrogation he simply stated, So you’re…a basic mortal human? I could only reply with an embarrassing, yea. Oddo seemed surprised and turned toward Desiree who gave him an equal amount of confusion. He then bluntly asked how am I even alive or even sane in this place. I just shrugged and replied honestly, no fucking idea. I’ve never heard so much laughter since I’ve been here. Oddo, Desiree, Jim and Jon all teared up from laughter. Oddo dabbed me and pulled me in for a hug while still chuckling. It was so weird to have a normal person interaction in such a long time. I then asked about him. He was Oddo and then proceeded to give me such a long list of either titles, ranks and/or alignments to the point where we stood there for about 10 minutes before he finished. At heart though he was human, for the most part.
He introduced Desiree and told us that they met when she was sealed away in a decanter on a sunken ship that Oddo was excavating years ago and have been together ever since. He confirmed that she was a djinn like Siete said and that she was the last of the Jinn of Origin. One of the most powerful djinns. I only know their kind from the story of Aladdin and asked if that’s the kind they meant. I was given looks of confusion and had to explain the story more. There were some similarities and also that she had to grant him 3 desires into creation for her freedom originally, but only did one. Her freedom. Oddo and Desiree were together for 5 years without him ever making a wish. Instead he got to know her and enjoyed her company. They fell in love 2 years in and when they decided to be together forever he made a choice to make it her choice. He desired for her to be free.
Their lives weren’t easy however. They were hunted by men who knew of Desiree and her power. They’ve been on the run for years and wanted to be with others like themselves. Oddo hates humans and Desiree matched that hatred. I asked, then why are you even giving me the time of day now. He just replied with, you’re…different. I didn’t know if that was an insult or compliment. I told them I didn’t want to hold them up any longer and it was a pleasure to meet them. They began walking away towards the elevator while Jim and Jon collaborated their feelings on the couple. I was just happy to finally meet another human here, even if we’re clearly not cut from the same cloth. Siente began speaking again in my head and told me we need to leave the lobby now. She said not to look, but Winthorp has not taken his eyes off of us and he doesn’t look happy.
I told Jim and Jon that we should go check on Mila so as to not cause suspicion on our leave. They agreed and gave a slight nod to confirm. We began walking away when Winthorp called out to me and asked me to come over. I told him maybe later and that we’re going to check on our friend. I turned to leave only to turn to see Winthorp in front of me. We were somehow sitting in a small room I’ve never seen before. It looked like the old school integration rooms you see in black and white detective movies. This wasn’t good. Winthorp had a serious look and looked directly into my soul with those impossibly bright blue eyes. He then lightened up and asked how I’m liking my stay here so far. I told him it was good and then was asked why I’m keeping secrets then. My blood ran cold and I told him everyone has secrets.
He laughed and said that was a good answer, but then suddenly switched to bad cop. He slammed his hand in front of me and asked why we have been spying then. Sweat began dripping down my face. I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about. He switched to good cop and rubbed my cheek. He asked in a light tone if I think he’s stupid. I told him no and then he grabbed my face to look into his. He told me he doesn’t read minds, but he has ways of getting information. He then cupped his hand over my ear and I felt an intense pain with a loud white noise. He held the hair on my head so I couldn't move with his opposite hand and opened his other palm before me. The spider Siete put in my ear was standing in his palm. He asked again if I think he’s stupid. I told him no and the spider began floating. Her legs stretched out and one popped off. He made it so I could hear her scream.
I told him to stop and he asked again if I think he’s stupid. I yelled no again and he pulled out another from the spider. She was a child and I could hear her cry and scream in pain. He asked a third time and I switched my answer to hopefully get a better result. I said yes and then he set her on fire. A flame that burned, but didn’t cause fatal harm. A flame of pure pain and torture. Her screams were loud and filled with sadness and confusion. I begged him to stop, but he kept asking that same question over and over until she had no legs left. He then threw the burning legless spider in the corner. Her screams stopped when she had two legs left. I knew she was alive, but just broken in mind now. I told him I just wanted to leave and he grinned.
Honesty, is that so hard? Those words sent shivers down my spine. I told myself I can’t break. He asked what we were doing and I told him that I’m just trying to find a way out. The grin went back to a scowl. He touched his finger tip to mine and my right middle finger he touched began to burn. At first it dried up slowly and turned black. Then white and then began turning to dust from the tip down to the knuckle. He told me he doesn’t like torturing his tenants. He just wants us to live happily and comfortably. Winthorp then asked why I would want to leave. I have nothing out there and he knows that. I replied with a simple, fuck you.
He sighed in annoyance. I suddenly was completely frozen in place and was unmovable. He grabbed my left arm and began twisting. First my wrist snapped, then slowly up my forearm began breaking. After that he pushed my elbow opposite to where it’s supposed to bend and caused a compound fracture. I was then unfrozen and immediately cried out in pain. Winthorp grabbed the back of my neck so I could sit straight up and squeezed lightly. He told me he knows I’m up to something and to just tell him. If I tell him all this will be over, but I’d be putting my friends in danger worse than this. I answered with, you’re insane. He threw my head forward and it bounced off the table in front of me. I held my face with both hands and realized my arms are normal again.
Winthorp then grabbed the back of my head with his open palm gripping the back of my skull. He told me to spill my guts. Before I could say anything I started projectile vomiting hard. At first it was what I ate, then bile, blood and after my organs began coming out of my mouth as if I was still throwing them up. Every organ was ejected out of my mouth and he made sure I could feel it all. Every time I would start passing out from the pain he’d jerk my head and bring me back. My tongue was next to be forced out and then my teeth one by one uprooted themselves to join the rest on the table and floor. My skin began to melt off my flesh with my nose and ears. My skeleton from my neck down also decided to leave. It moved on its own and forced its way out and through my muscle tissue like it was trapped. Lastly he made my eyes pop out to view it all. This was nothing compared to when he made it all do it again in reverse and even slower.
Ever felt your skeleton crawl back into your flesh? I do. He made sure the nerves felt it all and that I wouldn’t lose consciousness for even a moment while my body slowly and painfully repaired itself. Once I was fully repaired he asked again what me and my friends were doing. I told him it was only me. He sat back in front of me and stared long and hard. I was shaking with fear as to what he was planning to do next. He reached out his index finger, placed it in the center of my forehead and pushed hard. When I turned back up I was no longer in the interrogation room. I was in my room. My childhood room. I looked down and saw my pajamas I haven’t worn since I was 6 years old. I felt wet and warm in my bed and began crying loudly. My parents entered my room to console me and told me I must’ve had a nightmare. I tried telling them about The Pandemonium Complex and Winthorp, but was too broken to explain and just babbled on like the crying child I was now.
They told me it was okay and that I could sleep in their room tonight. A few years went by and The Pandemonium Complex was nothing more than just a memory of a bad dream. When I was 9 I came back home from school to see my front door was open. I entered slowly and saw that my house was a wreck. Like a tornado or wild beast came through. I called out to my parents and siblings, but no one answered. I went to the hallway and saw a blood trail leading into each room. I passed my siblings rooms first and only saw blood leading to their closed closets. I was too afraid to open them. I went to my parents room and saw they were torn apart. Looks of horror were frozen on their faces. I heard something behind me coming from my siblings' rooms.
I ran to my parents window. I unlocked it and jumped out leaving my backpack behind. This isn’t right. I ran to the neighbors house and they called the police. I lived with my aunt and uncle after that. Then my grandparents. All met the same fate as my household. I was placed in foster care at 13. I began questioning my memories and what’s happening. None of this seemed right. At 14 I was adopted into an abusive household. My adopted mother only beat and yelled at me. My adopted father was worse and did unspeakable things. I ran away at the age of 16 and was homeless for a year. I then met the love of my life. Tanisha, she was perfect. Kind, loving, empathetic and an all around good person. We were together for 2 years before I met my best friend, Tate.
They helped me get back on track and made my past seem like a bad memory. I was 26 now and was married with 3 loving children. My best friend Tate had a family of his own and we were raising our kids together. Life was perfect. Then one day I came home from work. My front door was open and I knew it was over. I entered my home. My children were torn apart and thrown around my living room like ragdolls. I went into our room and saw that it was torn apart, but Tanisha wasn’t there. I ran out when I heard a familiar noise coming from the living room. I jumped out my window and started running towards Tate’s house. I kept trying to call my wife’s phone nonstop. No answer. When I got to Tate’s house I saw that his door was also open. I ran inside to see the same scene happen to his children.
I ran into Tate’s room and found him and…my wife. She must’ve tried running here when she found our kids, I thought. A small red light caught my attention in the debris. A camera that was recording. I played the tape back to see what happened. My wife was cheating on me with Tate. The camera was filled with different videos from long before today. I started the video from today to my dismay. They were in the middle of it when screams could be heard from the living room. I was so focused on what was going to happen that I didn’t notice the presence behind me. A scream broke the silence before I could see what entered the room and I turned to see Sarah, Tate’s wife screaming with horror at me. I tried calming her down and explain, but she had the police behind her already. I was arrested and was found guilty for murder.
They thought I killed them all because I found out they were cheating and also pinned the past murders on me since whatever kept happening is following me. I was thrown into a dark cold prison to live out my days in a hole. My days consisted of starving, being beaten and cold. I wanted to die. The death sentence was banned since I was a child, so all I could do was wait for death. One day, when I had given up, a few guards entered my room. I won’t say what happened, but it ended with them beating me nonstop until I couldn’t fight back. They didn’t stop beating me and when I was finally getting my wish of death I was sitting in a chair. I was in a small room with a man sitting across from me. A small bellhop wearing a straw boat hat. Winthorp. All my memories came flooding back. Memories of the past and now mixed and formed back into my hellish life.
Winthorp asked me again what we were planning. I looked him dead in the eye and just answered, I will kill you. A grin formed on his face again and he leaned in. How? He asked plain and simply. I knew I said too much again and just went silent. I don’t know how long I was there for. He made me live other hellish lives and tortured me over and over again in ways that would make the devil himself want to die. I never said another word. I could tell he was getting frustrated and was losing his cool. His methods started becoming sloppy and desperate. One of the benefits of being a basic mortal human is that we die very easily, so you could do whatever to us, but in the end they start getting very similar and I learned to get used to it. Once he realized he wasn’t getting anything out of me he threw me back into my room in the complex. I was thrown hard through the air and saw my furniture fly past me before I hit my wall hard. That’s when I just broke and just cried for hours.
I just needed to release. What I didn’t notice was Gunter was on the couch the whole time. He sat silently and just let me break. I think he knew I just needed to let it all out. I don’t know if he knew what I just went through, but he just started getting some fruit ready for me to eat when I’m ready. The small spider crawled out of my sleeve and ran to Siete under Gunter’s cornucopia. I slept for an unknown amount of time, but my body definitely needed it. When I woke up, I ate and Gunter asked me if I wanted to talk. I just asked how long I had been gone. He said Jim, Jon and I left just a few minutes before I was suddenly flying through my room from out of nowhere. He asked more directly as to what happened. I didn’t give him all the details, but now my mind is set. Winthorp and The Pandemonium Complex need to die.
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It feels like it’s already been weeks since Mila was forced to fight to the death. I can’t tell time here anymore. I just sleep when I need to with no sense of time. At first it messed with my head for a while and I think I went a little insane for a moment, but once you realize that you don’t need it because you don’t need a schedule anymore. It can make you a lot more focused on the now. Gunter has been staying with Mila and barely stays in his own room anymore. We don’t know if she got the previous tenants room or she got hers upgraded since she won the battle against Níðhöggr, but Mila’s room is an entire mountain range. Gunter has been cultivating at the base of the mountains and taking care of Mila. He really loved her cherry blossom trees and spider lilies. I stayed with them for a few days and loved it too after a while. Mila chose a cave in the mountains that she said would work best for her recovery.
Mila’s biology works like a snake’s in a tank and can grow as big as her surroundings. Due to her limited space and food supply in her room that she was sealed in, she was small compared to her full potential. Her new demon noh mask was hard to get used to, but I kind of like it now. It looks pretty bad ass with the horns and tusks. The human skin color it chose wouldn’t be my first choice however. Her new dark red exoskeleton definitely makes up for that though. She doesn’t look anything like the Mila we first met, but we love her no matter how she looks. Pushed to her limits she could wrap an entire mountain if she wanted to or be as small as several inches.
Gunter as well has impressed me. For a small 5 foot something man he’s pretty fast and strong. On his own he can track up the 7,000 foot mountains to get to Mila and back in a little under an hour. I’ve gone with him a few times. We’d track normally and talk for a few hours and he’ll either carry me with him, which still takes him a few hours, or just do the rest alone. Jim, Jon, Siete and her many children visit too. We have meetings to discuss the plan while the kids play in Gunter’s forest that he filled with insects and fruit groves. Gunter also spent a few hours building me a cabin with one of his picks. It was actually really good and the furniture that he built is extremely comfortable.
We went over some ideas and shared what all of us can do during our meeting. I feel like an average Joe sitting among superheroes when I heard what just their species alone can do, plus Gunter, Mila and Jim have some unique talents. When they asked what I can do I decided to lighten the mood by doing the removable thumb trick. No one thought it was funny and we waisted almost an hour explaining to Gunter it wasn’t real. He still thinks I can remove my limbs at will, but choose not to. First thing we needed to do was find Baba Yaga. The Host’s hive mind knows of Klaus and has some memories of him, but we have no idea where he is or if he has a room. Baba Yaga might have some insight and Gunter thinks she should be our main priority. I still think there’s more to what he’s willing to tell us.
Gunter says she was never a tenant as far as he knows and knew her way before he lived here. She practices the arts of the witches, enchantresses, sorceresses and necromancers to name a few. She also spends most of her time in her cabin. Her and her cabin are similar to Withorp and the complex as in wherever it is, she is. If her cabin is somehow either inside or trapped in The Pandemonium Complex then maybe we can find it. Gunter knows what her door looks like if they happen to come across it, but Gunter can’t just run around the complex wildly. One he might catch unwanted attention and none of us know how big this place is if we just search everywhere. Siete said she can send her children, but it’ll take an unknown amount of time for them to come back and tell her what every door looks like and who knows if it’ll still be there by the time they get there. She does have another idea though.
Her hive mind is strong when the spiders are many, but even stronger when there’s less. With less it’ll be like she can see through every one of her children at once. She definitely hates the idea, but it may be our only one. We gave them the best days of their lives as best we could. A few days after that meeting Siete showed up at the cabin Gunter built without The Host and with her children riding on her. There looked to be about 500-600 left from her thousands. We didn’t ask or pry what she had to do, so we carried on with our plan. Siete told us she can also connect us to The Host hive if we wanted to so we can all at least instantly communicate with each other. We won’t have visuals like her, but we can hear her thoughts immediately like a walkie talkie. To be honest I think we all agreed out of respect. She killed her own children for our sake, the least we could do is be there for her.
The smallest spiders from her cluster with long thin legs crawled up each of us and as much as we hated it. We had to let them crawl into our ear canal. We all shuddered hard and tried our best to let them do their job. I can’t speak for the others, but imagine a wild tickle in your ear that sounds like wind blowing hard directly in. Suddenly an intense pain in my ear drum started making it ring loud and hard. Once the ringing started to fade I kept hearing a beautiful woman’s voice saying, hello, softly over and over again. I looked over at Siete, who was standing on the dining room table and asked if that was her. She bounced a little while I could hear that voice saying yes happily. Even Jon had to comment how beautiful she sounded. Definitely a mother’s voice if I’ve ever heard one, which made us hate what we had to make her do so much more.
We played around with our new voiceless communication and had to tune it to not hear every thought. Didn’t think that would be a problem until all of us could hear Jon’s intrusive thoughts while he was staring at Jim. Ever seen a hulking big green apeman turn bright red? It is hilarious, but now I have images in my head that I’m afraid will never go away. Since Siete is now also without The Host she needs a new spot. We decided to keep her under Gunter’s cornucopia. We enjoyed our last day of peace, but now we had to start our search. Siete sent out her children and we listened intently to her kids updates of anything out of the ordinary. Gunter and Siete focused to show Siete what door they’re looking for. So far no door, but we heard a couple of interesting sightings.
The Wisps are back at their pranks again, little light fairies that can cast visual illusions that have been tricking tenants into entering unlocked rooms. Gulp, the bottomless traveling portal, ate the zombie horde, thankfully now I won’t get cramped in the elevator again when they were up to 13 zombies. Her was seen consuming that shape shifting lizardman who loved pretending to be politicians, near my room and tried desperately holding on to a door with chains. Girin and Kuba, the giant black bear forest spirit are fighting in the hallway near Gunter’s room because neither would move so the other could pass again. Adrenepae, the wife of Apollo who ate his heart, looks like she finally can control her avatar of fire form now and is roaming the hallways.Tate the warlock is stalking Beta, the techno organic virus, who has a new female host body; weird little creep. What caught our attention the most was the new tenant that entered the lobby.
He was a darker skinned man with long dreads that had metal links. He wore a long green coat with a satchel. The big headphones and reflective sunglasses were also a nice touch. Me, Jim and Jon went to the lobby to see. We are pretty nosy and we might as well kill some time people watching. Us breaking routine and avoiding Winthorp might also cause suspicion. We have people checking in all the time, but this guy was different as the complex was seemingly treating him as a long time tenant. The lobby works like a one way mirror and with new potential tenants it hides us and the current theme of the lobby before they get approved. I’ve only seen it a few times, but when someone new enters, to us they’re surrounded by a clear cube that limits what they can see when they’re inside. While inside they can only see what the complex wants them to see and nothing as far as I know can enter or leave this pocket dimension box.
With this man however there is no box. The complex didn’t feel the need to hide us or his surroundings for some odd reason. He was ignoring it all though as if he’s been here. He even walked right past Agatha & Mrs. Donahue, seemingly two old ladies that are always playing chess in the lobby and try speaking with anyone in a gentle neighborly tone. You must never speak to them however. They are a Lich and a Fae, but not a nice one like Gunter. The longer you talk to them the more they ruin and steal your life. I was lucky enough to have Jim & Jon stop me before I could reply to their hellos, their friendly faces immediately turned to anger when their meal was not taking the bait. The man paid them no mind and walked right past when they tried waving him down. He was speaking to Winthorp who also was paying the man special attention.
He kept referring to him as they and them when speaking. Winthorp also was standing at full attention before the man walked up. I’ve never seen him so eager to greet a potential new tenant. When it came down to signing the leger he did so without saying a word, but when he finished Winthorp said all new tenants must sign. We didn’t understand at first, when suddenly the man held out his arm and pulled up his sleeve. His arm was covered in a mix of branded and ink tattoos of symbols I’ve never seen before. His closed right palm began to glow a color I’ve never seen before and probably was never meant to be seen by human eyes. He opened his palm and a flash bright enough to blind half the lobby engulfed the room. When we looked back after shielding our eyes there was now a woman with him.
She had turquoise colored skin, long black hair, a beautiful purple choli that had modern accessories and a satchel bag that matched the man’s. She also signed the ledger and was greeted with as much enthusiasm the man was getting by Winthorp. I asked Jim and Jon if they knew who or what they were, but they had no idea. I then asked my internal host Siente if she’s seeing this. A familiar ringing began in my ear and I could hear her voice once again. This had her curiosity immediately when the first words I heard are, interesting. Siente has no knowledge of the man, but the woman is theorized to be a djinn and an old one at that. Siente said that physical djinns are extremely rare and are the most powerful kind, but what caught Siente’s attention was that she wasn’t bound.
Djinns are normally adorned with bright jewelry to symbolize that they are bound to the human world and must obey the law of the bound djinns when on the mortal plain. This djinn was somehow free and in full control which can normally only be done if wished to be free by the master. They also usually leave once freed to return to the realm of the untamed elements, like a fish running back to water. Once checked in we saw Winthorp provide them with what looked like a metal jewelry box that the man put in his satchel. They started walking towards the elevator when I decided to introduce myself. The man stopped first and raised his brow behind those shades, but the djinn stood between us and signaled me to halt with her outstretched arm. Or at least that’s what I thought.
I was thrown backwards by an unseen force, but was luckily caught by Jim. Jon stood in front and began to growl hard in anger. Jon’s size began to increase steadily with his rage and the air around us began getting hotter. I saw his gray fur begin to tense with his flex of dominance and I yelled for him to calm down. Jim put me down and rested his hand on Jon’s shoulder. Jon began to almost instantly relax. Jim stepped in front and apologized, but the woman held her hand back up as a warning to not approach. The man this time relaxed her by resting his hand on the top of her forearm. She looked surprised and shocked by this. The man walked up to Jim, took off his glasses and moved his headphones to around his neck. He looked Jim up and down like he was inspecting him. The man’s eyes were a bright mix of blue and green.
The man asked what tribe he is from and Jim answered. The 13th Wukong of the Nán Providence, but has been Omega ranked in the Tauá-Miri clan for a few decades now. He then looked over to Jon and asked him. Jon only replied with, nikto, and both Jon and the man averted their gaze when the man apologized. The man then looked towards me and apologized for his girlfriend's defensive behavior. We shook hands and greeted each other properly. The man’s name was Oddo and his girlfriend was Desiree. She still watched me with hard suspicious looks while we talked. The man asked me what I was. I told him I’m just human, he stared for a while. He then looked me up and down like he did with Jim and asked how long I’ve lived here. I was honest and told him it felt like years now, but I have no idea. He then berated me with questions I didn’t really understand like, what’s my faction, who’s my totem, who do I embody and when/where is my birth place. I answered as best I could and was only given looks of suspicion in return.
At the end of my interrogation he simply stated, So you’re…a basic mortal human? I could only reply with an embarrassing, yea. Oddo seemed surprised and turned toward Desiree who gave him an equal amount of confusion. He then bluntly asked how am I even alive or even sane in this place. I just shrugged and replied honestly, no fucking idea. I’ve never heard so much laughter since I’ve been here. Oddo, Desiree, Jim and Jon all teared up from laughter. Oddo dabbed me and pulled me in for a hug while still chuckling. It was so weird to have a normal person interaction in such a long time. I then asked about him. He was Oddo and then proceeded to give me such a long list of either titles, ranks and/or alignments to the point where we stood there for about 10 minutes before he finished. At heart though he was human, for the most part.
He introduced Desiree and told us that they met when she was sealed away in a decanter on a sunken ship that Oddo was excavating years ago and have been together ever since. He confirmed that she was a djinn like Siete said and that she was the last of the Jinn of Origin. One of the most powerful djinns. I only know their kind from the story of Aladdin and asked if that’s the kind they meant. I was given looks of confusion and had to explain the story more. There were some similarities and also that she had to grant him 3 desires into creation for her freedom originally, but only did one. Her freedom. Oddo and Desiree were together for 5 years without him ever making a wish. Instead he got to know her and enjoyed her company. They fell in love 2 years in and when they decided to be together forever he made a choice to make it her choice. He desired for her to be free.
Their lives weren’t easy however. They were hunted by men who knew of Desiree and her power. They’ve been on the run for years and wanted to be with others like themselves. Oddo hates humans and Desiree matched that hatred. I asked, then why are you even giving me the time of day now. He just replied with, you’re…different. I didn’t know if that was an insult or compliment. I told them I didn’t want to hold them up any longer and it was a pleasure to meet them. They began walking away towards the elevator while Jim and Jon collaborated their feelings on the couple. I was just happy to finally meet another human here, even if we’re clearly not cut from the same cloth. Siente began speaking again in my head and told me we need to leave the lobby now. She said not to look, but Winthorp has not taken his eyes off of us and he doesn’t look happy.
I told Jim and Jon that we should go check on Mila so as to not cause suspicion on our leave. They agreed and gave a slight nod to confirm. We began walking away when Winthorp called out to me and asked me to come over. I told him maybe later and that we’re going to check on our friend. I turned to leave only to turn to see Winthorp in front of me. We were somehow sitting in a small room I’ve never seen before. It looked like the old school integration rooms you see in black and white detective movies. This wasn’t good. Winthorp had a serious look and looked directly into my soul with those impossibly bright blue eyes. He then lightened up and asked how I’m liking my stay here so far. I told him it was good and then was asked why I’m keeping secrets then. My blood ran cold and I told him everyone has secrets.
He laughed and said that was a good answer, but then suddenly switched to bad cop. He slammed his hand in front of me and asked why we have been spying then. Sweat began dripping down my face. I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about. He switched to good cop and rubbed my cheek. He asked in a light tone if I think he’s stupid. I told him no and then he grabbed my face to look into his. He told me he doesn’t read minds, but he has ways of getting information. He then cupped his hand over my ear and I felt an intense pain with a loud white noise. He held the hair on my head so I couldn't move with his opposite hand and opened his other palm before me. The spider Siete put in my ear was standing in his palm. He asked again if I think he’s stupid. I told him no and the spider began floating. Her legs stretched out and one popped off. He made it so I could hear her scream.
I told him to stop and he asked again if I think he’s stupid. I yelled no again and he pulled out another from the spider. She was a child and I could hear her cry and scream in pain. He asked a third time and I switched my answer to hopefully get a better result. I said yes and then he set her on fire. A flame that burned, but didn’t cause fatal harm. A flame of pure pain and torture. Her screams were loud and filled with sadness and confusion. I begged him to stop, but he kept asking that same question over and over until she had no legs left. He then threw the burning legless spider in the corner. Her screams stopped when she had two legs left. I knew she was alive, but just broken in mind now. I told him I just wanted to leave and he grinned.
Honesty, is that so hard? Those words sent shivers down my spine. I told myself I can’t break. He asked what we were doing and I told him that I’m just trying to find a way out. The grin went back to a scowl. He touched his finger tip to mine and my right middle finger he touched began to burn. At first it dried up slowly and turned black. Then white and then began turning to dust from the tip down to the knuckle. He told me he doesn’t like torturing his tenants. He just wants us to live happily and comfortably. Winthorp then asked why I would want to leave. I have nothing out there and he knows that. I replied with a simple, fuck you.
He sighed in annoyance. I suddenly was completely frozen in place and was unmovable. He grabbed my left arm and began twisting. First my wrist snapped, then slowly up my forearm began breaking. After that he pushed my elbow opposite to where it’s supposed to bend and caused a compound fracture. I was then unfrozen and immediately cried out in pain. Winthorp grabbed the back of my neck so I could sit straight up and squeezed lightly. He told me he knows I’m up to something and to just tell him. If I tell him all this will be over, but I’d be putting my friends in danger worse than this. I answered with, you’re insane. He threw my head forward and it bounced off the table in front of me. I held my face with both hands and realized my arms are normal again.
Winthorp then grabbed the back of my head with his open palm gripping the back of my skull. He told me to spill my guts. Before I could say anything I started projectile vomiting hard. At first it was what I ate, then bile, blood and after my organs began coming out of my mouth as if I was still throwing them up. Every organ was ejected out of my mouth and he made sure I could feel it all. Every time I would start passing out from the pain he’d jerk my head and bring me back. My tongue was next to be forced out and then my teeth one by one uprooted themselves to join the rest on the table and floor. My skin began to melt off my flesh with my nose and ears. My skeleton from my neck down also decided to leave. It moved on its own and forced its way out and through my muscle tissue like it was trapped. Lastly he made my eyes pop out to view it all. This was nothing compared to when he made it all do it again in reverse and even slower.
Ever felt your skeleton crawl back into your flesh? I do. He made sure the nerves felt it all and that I wouldn’t lose consciousness for even a moment while my body slowly and painfully repaired itself. Once I was fully repaired he asked again what me and my friends were doing. I told him it was only me. He sat back in front of me and stared long and hard. I was shaking with fear as to what he was planning to do next. He reached out his index finger, placed it in the center of my forehead and pushed hard. When I turned back up I was no longer in the interrogation room. I was in my room. My childhood room. I looked down and saw my pajamas I haven’t worn since I was 6 years old. I felt wet and warm in my bed and began crying loudly. My parents entered my room to console me and told me I must’ve had a nightmare. I tried telling them about The Pandemonium Complex and Winthorp, but was too broken to explain and just babbled on like the crying child I was now.
They told me it was okay and that I could sleep in their room tonight. A few years went by and The Pandemonium Complex was nothing more than just a memory of a bad dream. When I was 9 I came back home from school to see my front door was open. I entered slowly and saw that my house was a wreck. Like a tornado or wild beast came through. I called out to my parents and siblings, but no one answered. I went to the hallway and saw a blood trail leading into each room. I passed my siblings rooms first and only saw blood leading to their closed closets. I was too afraid to open them. I went to my parents room and saw they were torn apart. Looks of horror were frozen on their faces. I heard something behind me coming from my siblings' rooms.
I ran to my parents window. I unlocked it and jumped out leaving my backpack behind. This isn’t right. I ran to the neighbors house and they called the police. I lived with my aunt and uncle after that. Then my grandparents. All met the same fate as my household. I was placed in foster care at 13. I began questioning my memories and what’s happening. None of this seemed right. At 14 I was adopted into an abusive household. My adopted mother only beat and yelled at me. My adopted father was worse and did unspeakable things. I ran away at the age of 16 and was homeless for a year. I then met the love of my life. Tanisha, she was perfect. Kind, loving, empathetic and an all around good person. We were together for 2 years before I met my best friend, Tate.
They helped me get back on track and made my past seem like a bad memory. I was 26 now and was married with 3 loving children. My best friend Tate had a family of his own and we were raising our kids together. Life was perfect. Then one day I came home from work. My front door was open and I knew it was over. I entered my home. My children were torn apart and thrown around my living room like ragdolls. I went into our room and saw that it was torn apart, but Tanisha wasn’t there. I ran out when I heard a familiar noise coming from the living room. I jumped out my window and started running towards Tate’s house. I kept trying to call my wife’s phone nonstop. No answer. When I got to Tate’s house I saw that his door was also open. I ran inside to see the same scene happen to his children.
I ran into Tate’s room and found him and…my wife. She must’ve tried running here when she found our kids, I thought. A small red light caught my attention in the debris. A camera that was recording. I played the tape back to see what happened. My wife was cheating on me with Tate. The camera was filled with different videos from long before today. I started the video from today to my dismay. They were in the middle of it when screams could be heard from the living room. I was so focused on what was going to happen that I didn’t notice the presence behind me. A scream broke the silence before I could see what entered the room and I turned to see Sarah, Tate’s wife screaming with horror at me. I tried calming her down and explain, but she had the police behind her already. I was arrested and was found guilty for murder.
They thought I killed them all because I found out they were cheating and also pinned the past murders on me since whatever kept happening is following me. I was thrown into a dark cold prison to live out my days in a hole. My days consisted of starving, being beaten and cold. I wanted to die. The death sentence was banned since I was a child, so all I could do was wait for death. One day, when I had given up, a few guards entered my room. I won’t say what happened, but it ended with them beating me nonstop until I couldn’t fight back. They didn’t stop beating me and when I was finally getting my wish of death I was sitting in a chair. I was in a small room with a man sitting across from me. A small bellhop wearing a straw boat hat. Winthorp. All my memories came flooding back. Memories of the past and now mixed and formed back into my hellish life.
Winthorp asked me again what we were planning. I looked him dead in the eye and just answered, I will kill you. A grin formed on his face again and he leaned in. How? He asked plain and simply. I knew I said too much again and just went silent. I don’t know how long I was there for. He made me live other hellish lives and tortured me over and over again in ways that would make the devil himself want to die. I never said another word. I could tell he was getting frustrated and was losing his cool. His methods started becoming sloppy and desperate. One of the benefits of being a basic mortal human is that we die very easily, so you could do whatever to us, but in the end they start getting very similar and I learned to get used to it. Once he realized he wasn’t getting anything out of me he threw me back into my room in the complex. I was thrown hard through the air and saw my furniture fly past me before I hit my wall hard. That’s when I just broke and just cried for hours.
I just needed to release. What I didn’t notice was Gunter was on the couch the whole time. He sat silently and just let me break. I think he knew I just needed to let it all out. I don’t know if he knew what I just went through, but he just started getting some fruit ready for me to eat when I’m ready. The small spider crawled out of my sleeve and ran to Siete under Gunter’s cornucopia. I slept for an unknown amount of time, but my body definitely needed it. When I woke up, I ate and Gunter asked me if I wanted to talk. I just asked how long I had been gone. He said Jim, Jon and I left just a few minutes before I was suddenly flying through my room from out of nowhere. He asked more directly as to what happened. I didn’t give him all the details, but now my mind is set. Winthorp and The Pandemonium Complex need to die.