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Roderick Kingsley, the Hobgoblin
"My name's Roderick Kingsley. That was my brother you killed. Which, honestly, I'm fine with. He was an idiot. But then you went too far… You stole my brand … SO YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!"Roderick Kingsley was a ruthless designer in New York City who developed a financial empire that stretched far beyond the fashion industry. When a rival designer donned a costume and attempted to steal Kingsley's designs, he was saved only by the interference of Spider-Man. Kingsley acquired the original Green Goblin suit and equipment from a bank robber who had discovered one of Osborn's hidden caches around the city. Taking the name Hobgoblin, Kingsley used his costumed identity to grow his business interests without implicating himself, and became a regular foe to Spider-Man and other New York heroes.
Feats will be marked with the source.
Physicals
General
- Takes the same Goblin Formula, modified to not cause insanity, as Green Goblin, with Kingsley saying that he might even be more powerful than OsbornSS85
- Says that he is virtually as strong as Spider-ManAS251
Strength
Striking
- Kicks Spider-Man off of Green Goblin's gliderSS259
- Punches through a wallSS261
- Dents the door to Norman Osborn's cache with Phil UrichAS697
- Breaks Spider-Man's Oscorp armor helmet with a headbuttSM13
Lifting/Throwing
- Rips a cornice off of a building and throws it at Spider-Man, hitting him into a large chimney hard enough to collapse itSS85
- Lifts a manAS259
- Lefty Donovan, who Kingsley tested the Goblin Formula on before using it on himself, lifts and throws a large dumpsterAS245
Other
- Snaps a thick chainSS260
- Rips a door and frame out of the wallSS261
- Crushes a tape recorder in his handHL3
Durability
Blunt
- Regularly takes hits from Spider-Man
- Takes a punch from Norman OsbornSS261
- Hit by Spider-Man throwing something at himAS261
- Tanks a punch from Black CatSS85
- Tackled by Phil Urich into a table hard enough to smash itAS696
- Flies straight through a wallAS284
- [Limit] KOd by SandmanMM239
Other
- Caught in a large blast from one of his pumpkin bombs and continues to fight Spider-ManSS260
- Hit by one of Jack O'Lantern's bombsAS281
- Gets punched by Spider-Woman using her bio-blast, then Spider-Woman and Roger Gocking crash goblin gliders into himSW16
- Unaffected when Spider-Man throws his gas bomb back in his faceSS85
Speed/Agility
- Dodges Electro's boltDR
- Blasts Spider-Man's webs out of the airAS249
- Dodges Spider-Man's websSS260
- Dodges a Stark Sentinel's eye beamsAX3
- Dodges Green Goblin's finger blastSS261
- Dodges Phil Urich's finger blastAH2
- Dodges Phil Urich's plasma sword swingAS696
Skill/Misc
- Modified the Goblin Formula so that he gains superhuman physicality without the insanityAS245
- Improved on Osborn's gearAS250
- Hypnotized Lefty Donovan to make him fight Spider-ManAS245
- Made a Hobgoblin robot as part of a blackmailing schemeAS249
- Speaks SpanishAS691
- Accessed Phil Urich's bat-drone's GPSAS695
- Created a superhero franchising business after being morality-swapped during AxisAH1
Gear
Glider
General
Speed/Maneuverability
- Maneuvers around so fast the cops can't get a bead on itAS245
- Flies in to save the Summers bros right before morality-inverted Thor can kill themAX8
- Dodges Spider-Man's leapAS260
- After Spider-Man attaches a web line to the glider, spins to slam him into a water towerAS245
- Makes a 90° turn just before running into a buildingHL3
Strength
- Rams Spider-Man through a wallSM12
- Flies straight through a wallAS284
- Smashes through a window and some doorsAS249
- Rams Phil Urich into a tree, breaking his armorAH3
- Pins Phil Urich to a wallAH2
- Bowls some people overAS259
Gadgets
- Slices Spider-Man with a wingSM13
- The exhaust contains knockout gasHL3
- Shoots out a grappling line to grab Roger GrockingSW15
- Reverses in mid-air and shocks Spider-ManHL2
Misc
- After Superior Spider-Man yanks him off of the glider, it returns to catch him as he's fallingVS22
- Can be controlled remotelyAS245
- So silent that Harry Osborn doesn't notice it approachingAS261
- Carries it on his back as he walks down a tunnelRC3
Grenades
Pumpkin Bombs
- Blows up a factoryHL2
- Melts a three inch thick steel sheetAS238
- Blows up a warehouseAS250
- Blows a hole in the side of a buildingSS260
- Destroys the corner of a buildingIA
- Destroys a chimneyAS239
- AgainAS276
- Deadpool, using Hobgoblin's bombs, blows up some airplanesAs691
- Blows a hole in the roof of a train carAS259
- Blows up a carAS275
- Blows up Spider-Man's Spider-GliderAS697
- Destroys a Maria Hill LMDJJ10
- Makes a large explosionSS260
- Breaks part of a ledgeSW13
- Lights a warehouse on fireAS244
- Has one set to explode on contactPP29
Gas
- Sedative gas bomb that removes Spider-Man's Spider-SenseAS249
- Gas bomb that takes away Spider-Man's wall crawlingAS276
- Kills a man with a gas bombHL2
- Gas bombs that contain a powerful narcotic agentAS251
- Knockout gas bombsAS275
- Gas ghost bombAS239
- Gas bombs that take out security guardsHL1
- Knocks out Betty Brant and two cops with gas bombsHL3
Gloves
General
- Shoot beams of several thousand voltsAS238
- Shoots two beams from one finger to destroy two cratesAS239
- Modified his gloves to shoot continuous blasts in random patternsAS275
Energy Beams
- A beam tears through the street and blows up a gas lineAS239
- Destroys a chimneyAS276
- Breaks the concrete ceilingHL3
- Leaves a smoking hole in a concrete wallAS276
- Blows apart Spider-Man's Oscorp armor helmetSM13
- Incinerates Jason Macendale, leaving only charred bonesHL1
- Breaks Jack O'Lantern's ribsAS281
- Burns Spider-Man's websAS249
- Burns his spare costumesAS261
- Burns a bookAS261
- Blows a door across a warehouseAS261
- Destroys a TVHL3
- Blocks a swing from Phil Urich's plasma sword with a blastAS696
Electricity
Razor Bats
- Throws a bunch of razor bats that swarm around Spider-ManAS239
- Throws a swarm of razor bats that slice into the sidewalkHL2
- Embeds a razor bat into a metal caseAS696
- Pins a man's shirt to a brick wall with a razor batAH2
Misc
- The suit has an oxygen supplyAS697
- Had Phil Urich's plasma swordSW16
- Had a different swordMM237
- Uses a device to find Spider-Man's tracers hidden on Betty BrantHL3
- Takes over Phil Urich's bat-drone and loads it with C4 and has it follow his girlfriend aroundAS697
- Uses a hologram projector to foil an assassination attempt and to make a man think he killed his minionsAH3
- Superior Spider-Man can't descramble the phone call Mysterion made to himVS22
Fights
- Vs Spider-Man:
- Spider-Man finds him while he's looting one of Osborn's caches. Hobgoblin has not yet had the Goblin Formula so he fights Spider-Man with only his gear. He is at a heavy disadvantage during the fight but manages to escapeAS239
- Spider-Man ambushes him while he is blackmailing some rich people. Now with the Goblin Formula, Hobgoblin uses a gas bomb to take away Spider-Man's Spider-Sense and almost kills him before Kingpin intervenesAS249
- Spider-Man traces Hobgoblin back to his lair. The two fight as they drive across the city in an armored vehicle before crashing into the water. Spider-Man is ultimately victorious once his Spider-Sense comes back, though Hobgoblin is able to escapeAS250/1
- Hobgoblin confronts Harry Osborn about Norman's journals when Spider-Man shows up and they begin fighting. Hobgoblin doesn't really want to fight and escapes when he swings Spider-Man in front of an oncoming trainAS260
- Spider-Man ambushes Hobgoblin after he kidnaps Harry and Liz Osborn and Mary Jane. Spider-Man beats Hobgoblin's ass and he only gets away because Spider-Man goes to save his friendsAS261
- Spider-Man interrupts Hobgoblin when he tries to snatch his brother Daniel from protective custody. Mostly an even fight until Green Goblin shoots Spider-Man with a tranquilizer dartSS260
- Vs Spider-Man & Black Cat: Fights Spider-Man and Black Cat to test the Goblin FormulaSS85
- Vs Jack O'Lantern (Jason Macendale): Hobgoblin ambushes Jack O'Lantern and the two have a brief scuffle before Jack escapesAS281
- Vs Hobgoblin (Phil Urich): Fights Phil fairly evenly until they stop to chase Spider-ManAS696
2023.06.02 19:13 qpiii My walktrough map for The House on Sentinel Hill
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2023.06.02 19:12 qpiii Greetings, fellow adventurers! My expectations were different, yet I found myself thoroughly captivated. Its intricacy and profoundness have truly enriched the Lovecraft mythos. Although my map may be imperfect may my doodles aid you in your journey.
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2023.06.02 19:10 qpiii Greetings, adventurers! This book took me by surprise. My expectations were different, yet I found myself thoroughly captivated. Its intricacy and profoundness have truly enriched the Lovecraft mythos. Although my map may be imperfect. May my doodles aid you in your journey
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2023.06.02 16:03 FelicitySmoak_ Song Of The Day Discussion : "Butterflies"
"Butterflies"
November 27, 2001 - 3rd single from Invincible
https://youtu.be/csvNBRZfFpo
Written by Andre Harris & Marsha Ambrosius. Produced by Michael Jackson & Andre Harris
This track appears on Jackson's tenth studio album, Invincible, and is his final single from a studio album. The song also appeared on 2004's The Ultimate Collection
It was written by Andre Harris and Marsha Ambrosius, who is one half of the London bred neo-soul act Floetry. Michael first met Ambrosius and Natalie Stewart, who is also a member of Floetry, through John McClain, who was DreamWorks's senior urban executive and Jackson's manager.
Stewart said she was surprised that Jackson invited her and Ambrosius to a studio and asked for their input on the recording of the track. She recalled in an interview with LAUNCH magazine:
Butterflies" is a mid-tempo love ballad that received generally positive reviews from music critics. Vaughn Watson of the Providence Journal noted that the track is a "velvety old-school soul ballad" with "elegiac horn riffs" and "simple '70s-style David Ruffin soul."Stephen Thomas Erlewine, a writer for AllMusic noted that "Butterflies" had "Bacharach-styled horns."Lonell Broadnax, Jr., a contributing writer to the Daily Helmsman Online felt that "Butterflies" is a soulful song which takes Jackson back to his "rhythm and blues roots". Ben Rayer of the Toronto Star felt that the song was an "oozy slow jam"
Ken Barnes of USA Today described the song as being a "hopelessly sappy ballad oozing with fuzzy sentiments. I'd say it's more like caterpillars."Frank Kogan of The Village Voice, citing the lyrics, "I would give you anything baby, just make my dreams come true/Oh baby you give me butterflies" wrote "so, would he give her, like, caterpillars in exchange? birds?" and added that what grabs his attention about a song like "Butterflies" is not the "melody but the weirdly ringing wrench-against-faucet clang on the backbeat." Christie Leo of the New Straits Times gave the track a more positive review, calling the song a "luxuriant" ballad. Pop music critic Robert Hilburn, writing for the Los Angeles Times, described "Butterflies", and another song from Invincible ("Speechless"), as being "as woefully generic as their titles". A journalist of the same publication felt that track was about romantic "jitters". Darryl Frierson of University Wire felt that songs like "Butterflies" can set the "mood for any romantic interlude". Joel Rubinoff of The Record said that "Butterflies" was one of the "only good songs" from Invincible, while a writer for The Atlanta Journal cited the song as being a "decent track"
A writer for The Atlanta Journal-Constitution viewed "Butterflies" as being "laid-back". Mark Anthony Neal of PopMatters wrote in his music review for Jackson's 2002 album, entitled Love Songs, that in song's such as "Butterflies", it shows the "essence" of Jackson's "genius has been in the boy's uncanny ability to perform, even the mundane, outside of the box."Elliot Sylvester of The Independent felt that ballads on Invincible such as "Speechless and "Butterflies" are "almost to a formulaic fault." Chicago Tribune rock music critic Greg Kot said that Jackson is not "convincing as the vulnerable ladies' man on drippy ballads" such as "Butterflies". Stephen Thomas Erlewine, a writer for Allmusic, commented that Invincible was "highlighted" by "lovely ballads" such as "Break of Dawn" and "Butterflies". David Browne of Entertainment Weekly wrote in his review for Invincible that, "The ballads are a squishy bunch with glaringly banal lyrics, pleasantries like 'Butterflies' and 'Break of Dawn' that could emanate from just about" anyone. A journalist for The Philadelphia Inquirer called the track "gorgeous" and Bomani Jones of Salon.com called "Butterflies" a "sparkling" track. Ben Rayer of the Toronto Star wrote that Jackson "fares best" on "Butterflies"
Catherine Halaby of the Yale Daily News said that songs on the album like "Heaven Can Wait", "Butterflies", and "You Are My Life" "fulfill the quota for sugary ballads". Jon Pareles, writing for The New York Times, said that tracks on Invincible like "Butterflies"' and "Don't Walk Away" are "melting love ballads". Pareles noted in his review for the album that songs on it are recurring themes present on Jackson's albums, such as love ballads, as well as tracks pertaining to making the world a better place. Tim Perzyk of the Duke Chronicle wrote, "By the time 'Butterflies' spins on track seven, it's unclear why Michael didn't record a collaborative boxed set with Mariah Carey, whose 'Heartbreaker,' 'Breakdown' and 'Butterfly' would fit quite nicely" into Jackson's Invincible album. Pop music critic Craid Seymour of the Buffalo News wrote that "another winning tune" on the album is the "dreamy 'Butterflies,' which flows along at a groovy midtempo pace." Kevin C. Johnson of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch described "Butterflies" as being about the "feeling that special someone gives him." Music critics writing for the South Florida Sun Sentinel said that the track shows the "shy, loving, gentle side" of Jackson
Unlike the previous singles released from Invincible, a music video was not made to promote the song. There was a Track Masters remix released that featured rapper Eve.
A year after this appeared on Invincible, Floetry's original version was included as a bonus track on the English version of their debut album Floetic
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November 27, 2001 - 3rd single from Invincible
https://youtu.be/csvNBRZfFpo
Written by Andre Harris & Marsha Ambrosius. Produced by Michael Jackson & Andre Harris
This track appears on Jackson's tenth studio album, Invincible, and is his final single from a studio album. The song also appeared on 2004's The Ultimate Collection
It was written by Andre Harris and Marsha Ambrosius, who is one half of the London bred neo-soul act Floetry. Michael first met Ambrosius and Natalie Stewart, who is also a member of Floetry, through John McClain, who was DreamWorks's senior urban executive and Jackson's manager.
Stewart said she was surprised that Jackson invited her and Ambrosius to a studio and asked for their input on the recording of the track. She recalled in an interview with LAUNCH magazine:
"It was incredible because he asked, he continually asked, 'Marsh, what's the next harmony? Girls, does this sound right? What do you think? Is this what you were looking for? He was so open".When Ambrosius first met Jackson, it took her a few minutes to calm down. She recalled:
"To begin with, I was kinda shook. Because you don't realize how you're going to feel until you're put in that situation. I had the tears in my eyes and got kinda nervous. But as I got into it, I realized it was work, it was a job. I had to vocally conduct a legend."Harris commented on the single:
"He's showing you, I'm still the Michael Jackson that did 'Billie Jean' and 'Rock With You' because 'Butterflies' really falls along those lines."The song was inspired by Marsha Ambrosius' own butterflies, as told to The Boombox in 2014:
"I had a crush on a guy In London and I had butterflies in my stomach. I was too shy to tell him. The song came easy. I was in the studio with Michael about two months after I arrived in America from England. Unbelievable."It was only released in the US to radio airplay. Butterflies" entered the Billboard Hot 100 chart in early November 2001, at #60. The single eventually peaked at #14 on the Billboard Hot 100 the week ending 1/26/02. It also charted within the top ten, peaking at #2 on the Billboard Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs chart on 1/26/02; it was held from the top position from Ja Rule & Ashanti's "Always on Time". In 2002, "Butterflies" also peaked at #36 on the Billboard Top 40 Mainstream chart. It was also released as a promotional single internationally but did not chart on any music charts outside of the US.
Butterflies" is a mid-tempo love ballad that received generally positive reviews from music critics. Vaughn Watson of the Providence Journal noted that the track is a "velvety old-school soul ballad" with "elegiac horn riffs" and "simple '70s-style David Ruffin soul."Stephen Thomas Erlewine, a writer for AllMusic noted that "Butterflies" had "Bacharach-styled horns."Lonell Broadnax, Jr., a contributing writer to the Daily Helmsman Online felt that "Butterflies" is a soulful song which takes Jackson back to his "rhythm and blues roots". Ben Rayer of the Toronto Star felt that the song was an "oozy slow jam"
Ken Barnes of USA Today described the song as being a "hopelessly sappy ballad oozing with fuzzy sentiments. I'd say it's more like caterpillars."Frank Kogan of The Village Voice, citing the lyrics, "I would give you anything baby, just make my dreams come true/Oh baby you give me butterflies" wrote "so, would he give her, like, caterpillars in exchange? birds?" and added that what grabs his attention about a song like "Butterflies" is not the "melody but the weirdly ringing wrench-against-faucet clang on the backbeat." Christie Leo of the New Straits Times gave the track a more positive review, calling the song a "luxuriant" ballad. Pop music critic Robert Hilburn, writing for the Los Angeles Times, described "Butterflies", and another song from Invincible ("Speechless"), as being "as woefully generic as their titles". A journalist of the same publication felt that track was about romantic "jitters". Darryl Frierson of University Wire felt that songs like "Butterflies" can set the "mood for any romantic interlude". Joel Rubinoff of The Record said that "Butterflies" was one of the "only good songs" from Invincible, while a writer for The Atlanta Journal cited the song as being a "decent track"
A writer for The Atlanta Journal-Constitution viewed "Butterflies" as being "laid-back". Mark Anthony Neal of PopMatters wrote in his music review for Jackson's 2002 album, entitled Love Songs, that in song's such as "Butterflies", it shows the "essence" of Jackson's "genius has been in the boy's uncanny ability to perform, even the mundane, outside of the box."Elliot Sylvester of The Independent felt that ballads on Invincible such as "Speechless and "Butterflies" are "almost to a formulaic fault." Chicago Tribune rock music critic Greg Kot said that Jackson is not "convincing as the vulnerable ladies' man on drippy ballads" such as "Butterflies". Stephen Thomas Erlewine, a writer for Allmusic, commented that Invincible was "highlighted" by "lovely ballads" such as "Break of Dawn" and "Butterflies". David Browne of Entertainment Weekly wrote in his review for Invincible that, "The ballads are a squishy bunch with glaringly banal lyrics, pleasantries like 'Butterflies' and 'Break of Dawn' that could emanate from just about" anyone. A journalist for The Philadelphia Inquirer called the track "gorgeous" and Bomani Jones of Salon.com called "Butterflies" a "sparkling" track. Ben Rayer of the Toronto Star wrote that Jackson "fares best" on "Butterflies"
Catherine Halaby of the Yale Daily News said that songs on the album like "Heaven Can Wait", "Butterflies", and "You Are My Life" "fulfill the quota for sugary ballads". Jon Pareles, writing for The New York Times, said that tracks on Invincible like "Butterflies"' and "Don't Walk Away" are "melting love ballads". Pareles noted in his review for the album that songs on it are recurring themes present on Jackson's albums, such as love ballads, as well as tracks pertaining to making the world a better place. Tim Perzyk of the Duke Chronicle wrote, "By the time 'Butterflies' spins on track seven, it's unclear why Michael didn't record a collaborative boxed set with Mariah Carey, whose 'Heartbreaker,' 'Breakdown' and 'Butterfly' would fit quite nicely" into Jackson's Invincible album. Pop music critic Craid Seymour of the Buffalo News wrote that "another winning tune" on the album is the "dreamy 'Butterflies,' which flows along at a groovy midtempo pace." Kevin C. Johnson of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch described "Butterflies" as being about the "feeling that special someone gives him." Music critics writing for the South Florida Sun Sentinel said that the track shows the "shy, loving, gentle side" of Jackson
Unlike the previous singles released from Invincible, a music video was not made to promote the song. There was a Track Masters remix released that featured rapper Eve.
A year after this appeared on Invincible, Floetry's original version was included as a bonus track on the English version of their debut album Floetic
2023.06.01 19:09 Axirez Today is Vault Day, this means that is time for the Back Alley Journal's Weekly Quiz! This week: Sentinels of Light!
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2023.06.01 00:35 SchlitzInMyVeins Rob Manfred and MLB are lying. Their greed and arrogance are the only reason the Brewers would ever leave Milwaukee.
I am triggered in response to this recent article about Manfred's visit to Milwaukee. Need to vent. Sorry in advance.
Like Stearns said, "we want to get as many bites out of the apple as possible." It's about being just good enough to keep butts in the seats, not to push us over the hump. It's about maybe, accidentally winning a championship. Small markets either gut their teams and completely exploit their fans like the A's or Reds... or they attempt to compete just enough but never actually have the means to truly compete.
This threat to leave is just another sad example of MLB's infinite greed, constantly trying to pry money out of public funds. For an organization that already barely scrapes together a competitive league, this is absolutely pitiful. The MLB is only set up this way because it's old and corrupt. Other leagues (like the NBA or NFL) actually allow small markets to compete on a level playing field... and they're much better off because of it. The MLB refuses to admit that. They constantly disrespect their players who make up the actual product on the field, fail to market the game correctly, and siphon money away from the competitiveness of the game.
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If Milwaukee hopes to keeps the Brewers in town, the city better figure out a plan to renovate American Family Field. Otherwise, the MLB franchise could be looking for a new town to call home. At least that’s the indirect message from league commissioner Rob Manfred.I know something that will ACTUALLY fix the product on the field—revenue sharing and salary floors/caps. This league is already catastrophically broken by greed. Who the fuck thinks a league can exist long-term when some teams spend 4-5x the payroll of others?? The current state of competitive balance is a ruse. The lack of constant stadium upgrades isn't the reason teams "can't afford to put a decent product on the field," it's the fact that there are no real guardrails to ensure a competitive league. Small market teams only exist to make billionaires rich and not to actually compete.
Manfred used the recent news of the Oakland A’s to make his point. The Athletics have a tentative deal in place to move to Las Vegas after the organization struggled to receive assistance from Oakland for stadium renovations.
“It resulted in a decline in the attendance which had an impact on the quality of the product that the team could afford to put on the field,” Manfred said, per the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel.
Like Stearns said, "we want to get as many bites out of the apple as possible." It's about being just good enough to keep butts in the seats, not to push us over the hump. It's about maybe, accidentally winning a championship. Small markets either gut their teams and completely exploit their fans like the A's or Reds... or they attempt to compete just enough but never actually have the means to truly compete.
This threat to leave is just another sad example of MLB's infinite greed, constantly trying to pry money out of public funds. For an organization that already barely scrapes together a competitive league, this is absolutely pitiful. The MLB is only set up this way because it's old and corrupt. Other leagues (like the NBA or NFL) actually allow small markets to compete on a level playing field... and they're much better off because of it. The MLB refuses to admit that. They constantly disrespect their players who make up the actual product on the field, fail to market the game correctly, and siphon money away from the competitiveness of the game.
TLDR:
Strip MLB's antitrust exemption and federally legislate that any money from public funds to MLB franchises MUST be met with a percentage of equity in the team in return.2023.05.31 20:55 Jazzlike-Mongoose541 New-ish Sobriety & Grief
Today is 188 days since I stopped drinking. 58 days since I stopped smoking weed. I haven't had a ciggie since the first September of the Pandemic.
I'm grateful for all of that time and am hopeful to keep banking days on all 3 fronts.
My sobriety is bookended by death at the moment. Death and a deep grief that I can't even properly express out loud without feeling like wailing. My step-father (1 of few stabilizing forces in my youth) died unexpectedly in November 22'. I spent the whole month getting drunk and shutting down any conversation about him with "it's fine, I'm fine." I hadnt seen or spoken to him in the months leading up to that and the guilt was/is immense.The people around me believed me when I said "it's all good" and that was that.
Thanksgiving (after a few too many) I got into a huge fight with my partner and something just happened...idk how to explain it or what dots finally connected but I woke up the next morning and decided I wasn't going to drink any more. I haven't since, but I was smoking weed all day, all the time. For whatever reason, April 3, I woke up and was just done getting high. I have been fully, clarifyingly sober for 58 days and have spent every moment of every single day since trying to stuff this grief into the deepest recesses of my soul. It was "working" as long as I took a 5 mile walk first thing in the morning and slept for 2 hours in the afternoon but that was a hard pace to maintain and I stopped doing the walk and extended the sleep.
On May 25 I got word that my Godmother was in the ICU and was not going to make it through the weekend. I hadn't seen or talked to her in quite some time either but I went to her as soon as I found out. Her son & I held her hands until she died just after midnight on the 26. I've never sat with someone while they died or consoled a person while they watched their mother slip away. I showed up fully though and am proud that I could be there for them in those hours. But she was the last stable adult I had from before, and now even though I am going to be 37 years old in a few days, feel like I am floating untethered into the ether. This is the saddest I think I have ever allowed myself to be in my life, and please trust me without making me explain, that I have endured some things that warrant destabilizing sadness. This is just the first time I've not exhausted every effort to sidestep the work.
I regularly see a therapist but she couldn't see me last week or this week bc she is out of town. I go back Jun 8. I tried to start a walking practice but haven't had any motivation what-so-ever for close to 3 weeks now. I started journaling but find it hard to literally do anything except eat and lay down with a heating pad even tho it's 80 degrees outside. I hate crying, it feels so unproductive but sometimes I just can't stop. I still don't want to drink or get high but it would be so easy to just let everything go that way.
I think my partner thinks I'm fine and I'm not trying to minimize his own life experience but he has no gage for recognizing how agonizing this is. I tell him I am sad, I am not okay but will be, that I just need some space and time and he looks at me with these sweet gentle eyes like "what do you mean you don't want a birthday dinner?" It is infuriating. I don't get impatient with him because it is not his fault, it is not A fault even. It is a genuine blessing that his understanding of loss is a single unexpected death of someone he knew casually in high school. But all the chapters of my entire life begin with the death or dying of someone or something close to me and it is difficult to navigate around someone who's life is unchanged in this moment.
I am grateful to have the space to grieve. I am grateful that I keep showing up for this life in sobriety. I am grateful to be in a place of stability in all other ways so that I can collapse into this sadness without upending the life we have built together. It does not escape me the amount of privilege I have to feel this deeply and to be able to give into it in hope the healing everyone talks about does eventually come.
But it is hard. And it is painful. And it is lonely. I know "this too shall pass". I read the literature and listen to the podcasts and try my damndest to at least get dressed. I haven't today but will, I think. And I try to go for a walk and to journal, tho neither of those things came to fruition today, unless this counts (it should).
There was no funeral or obituary for my step-father. My Godmothers has yet to be printed, dates have yet to be chosen. I don't know if its worse to announce it to the world or not but both are excruciating realities. Both are people who I loved, who's lives were complicated by addictions and mental health struggle and dysfunctional family dynamics and because both were part of a "found family" that grew up around my needing safety as a child and not from biology or even legality (he was my moms longtime partner, not her legal spouse), I have no say in anything that does or doesn't happen. I have a lot of complicated feelings about that last bit. I have a lot of complicated feelings about all this.
Anyway, if you've made it this far into my rant, please know I appreciate your time. Reddit is a saving grace for me and I'm grateful to write here when I can't seem to pick up a pen or the phone or myself.
Today has been the hardest for me. In my experience time does not heal but it does teach and I'm hoping today is teaching me how to have an easier tomorrow. ♡
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I'm grateful for all of that time and am hopeful to keep banking days on all 3 fronts.
My sobriety is bookended by death at the moment. Death and a deep grief that I can't even properly express out loud without feeling like wailing. My step-father (1 of few stabilizing forces in my youth) died unexpectedly in November 22'. I spent the whole month getting drunk and shutting down any conversation about him with "it's fine, I'm fine." I hadnt seen or spoken to him in the months leading up to that and the guilt was/is immense.The people around me believed me when I said "it's all good" and that was that.
Thanksgiving (after a few too many) I got into a huge fight with my partner and something just happened...idk how to explain it or what dots finally connected but I woke up the next morning and decided I wasn't going to drink any more. I haven't since, but I was smoking weed all day, all the time. For whatever reason, April 3, I woke up and was just done getting high. I have been fully, clarifyingly sober for 58 days and have spent every moment of every single day since trying to stuff this grief into the deepest recesses of my soul. It was "working" as long as I took a 5 mile walk first thing in the morning and slept for 2 hours in the afternoon but that was a hard pace to maintain and I stopped doing the walk and extended the sleep.
On May 25 I got word that my Godmother was in the ICU and was not going to make it through the weekend. I hadn't seen or talked to her in quite some time either but I went to her as soon as I found out. Her son & I held her hands until she died just after midnight on the 26. I've never sat with someone while they died or consoled a person while they watched their mother slip away. I showed up fully though and am proud that I could be there for them in those hours. But she was the last stable adult I had from before, and now even though I am going to be 37 years old in a few days, feel like I am floating untethered into the ether. This is the saddest I think I have ever allowed myself to be in my life, and please trust me without making me explain, that I have endured some things that warrant destabilizing sadness. This is just the first time I've not exhausted every effort to sidestep the work.
I regularly see a therapist but she couldn't see me last week or this week bc she is out of town. I go back Jun 8. I tried to start a walking practice but haven't had any motivation what-so-ever for close to 3 weeks now. I started journaling but find it hard to literally do anything except eat and lay down with a heating pad even tho it's 80 degrees outside. I hate crying, it feels so unproductive but sometimes I just can't stop. I still don't want to drink or get high but it would be so easy to just let everything go that way.
I think my partner thinks I'm fine and I'm not trying to minimize his own life experience but he has no gage for recognizing how agonizing this is. I tell him I am sad, I am not okay but will be, that I just need some space and time and he looks at me with these sweet gentle eyes like "what do you mean you don't want a birthday dinner?" It is infuriating. I don't get impatient with him because it is not his fault, it is not A fault even. It is a genuine blessing that his understanding of loss is a single unexpected death of someone he knew casually in high school. But all the chapters of my entire life begin with the death or dying of someone or something close to me and it is difficult to navigate around someone who's life is unchanged in this moment.
I am grateful to have the space to grieve. I am grateful that I keep showing up for this life in sobriety. I am grateful to be in a place of stability in all other ways so that I can collapse into this sadness without upending the life we have built together. It does not escape me the amount of privilege I have to feel this deeply and to be able to give into it in hope the healing everyone talks about does eventually come.
But it is hard. And it is painful. And it is lonely. I know "this too shall pass". I read the literature and listen to the podcasts and try my damndest to at least get dressed. I haven't today but will, I think. And I try to go for a walk and to journal, tho neither of those things came to fruition today, unless this counts (it should).
There was no funeral or obituary for my step-father. My Godmothers has yet to be printed, dates have yet to be chosen. I don't know if its worse to announce it to the world or not but both are excruciating realities. Both are people who I loved, who's lives were complicated by addictions and mental health struggle and dysfunctional family dynamics and because both were part of a "found family" that grew up around my needing safety as a child and not from biology or even legality (he was my moms longtime partner, not her legal spouse), I have no say in anything that does or doesn't happen. I have a lot of complicated feelings about that last bit. I have a lot of complicated feelings about all this.
Anyway, if you've made it this far into my rant, please know I appreciate your time. Reddit is a saving grace for me and I'm grateful to write here when I can't seem to pick up a pen or the phone or myself.
Today has been the hardest for me. In my experience time does not heal but it does teach and I'm hoping today is teaching me how to have an easier tomorrow. ♡
2023.05.31 20:53 Jazzlike-Mongoose541 New-ish sobriety & Grief
Today is 188 days since I stopped drinking. 58 days since I stopped smoking weed. I haven't had a ciggie since the first September of the Pandemic.
I'm grateful for all of that time and am hopeful to keep banking days on all 3 fronts.
My sobriety is bookended by death at the moment. Death and a deep grief that I can't even properly express out loud without feeling like wailing. My step-father (1 of few stabilizing forces in my youth) died unexpectedly in November 22'. I spent the whole month getting drunk and shutting down any conversation about him with "it's fine, I'm fine." I hadnt seen or spoken to him in the months leading up to that and the guilt was/is immense.The people around me believed me when I said "it's all good" and that was that.
Thanksgiving (after a few too many) I got into a huge fight with my partner and something just happened...idk how to explain it or what dots finally connected but I woke up the next morning and decided I wasn't going to drink any more. I haven't since, but I was smoking weed all day, all the time. For whatever reason, April 3, I woke up and was just done getting high. I have been fully, clarifyingly sober for 58 days and have spent every moment of every single day since trying to stuff this grief into the deepest recesses of my soul. It was "working" as long as I took a 5 mile walk first thing in the morning and slept for 2 hours in the afternoon but that was a hard pace to maintain and I stopped doing the walk and extended the sleep.
On May 25 I got word that my Godmother was in the ICU and was not going to make it through the weekend. I hadn't seen or talked to her in quite some time either but I went to her as soon as I found out. Her son & I held her hands until she died just after midnight on the 26. I've never sat with someone while they died or consoled a person while they watched their mother slip away. I showed up fully though and am proud that I could be there for them in those hours. But she was the last stable adult I had from before, and now even though I am going to be 37 years old in a few days, feel like I am floating untethered into the ether. This is the saddest I think I have ever allowed myself to be in my life, and please trust me without making me explain, that I have endured some things that warrant destabilizing sadness. This is just the first time I've not exhausted every effort to sidestep the work.
I regularly see a therapist but she couldn't see me last week or this week bc she is out of town. I go back Jun 8. I tried to start a walking practice but haven't had any motivation what-so-ever for close to 3 weeks now. I started journaling but find it hard to literally do anything except eat and lay down with a heating pad even tho it's 80 degrees outside. I hate crying, it feels so unproductive but sometimes I just can't stop. I still don't want to drink or get high but it would be so easy to just let everything go that way.
I think my partner thinks I'm fine and I'm not trying to minimize his own life experience but he has no gage for recognizing how agonizing this is. I tell him I am sad, I am not okay but will be, that I just need some space and time and he looks at me with these sweet gentle eyes like "what do you mean you don't want a birthday dinner?" It is infuriating. I don't get impatient with him because it is not his fault, it is not A fault even. It is a genuine blessing that his understanding of loss is a single unexpected death of someone he knew casually in high school. But all the chapters of my entire life begin with the death or dying of someone or something close to me and it is difficult to navigate around someone who's life is unchanged in this moment.
I am grateful to have the space to grieve. I am grateful that I keep showing up for this life in sobriety. I am grateful to be in a place of stability in all other ways so that I can collapse into this sadness without upending the life we have built together. It does not escape me the amount of privilege I have to feel this deeply and to be able to give into it in hope the healing everyone talks about does eventually come.
But it is hard. And it is painful. And it is lonely. I know "this too shall pass". I read the literature and listen to the podcasts and try my damndest to at least get dressed. I haven't today but will, I think. And I try to go for a walk and to journal, tho neither of those things came to fruition today, unless this counts (it should).
There was no funeral or obituary for my step-father. My Godmothers has yet to be printed, dates have yet to be chosen. I don't know if its worse to announce it to the world or not but both are excruciating realities. Both are people who I loved, who's lives were complicated by addictions and mental health struggle and dysfunctional family dynamics and because both were part of a "found family" that grew up around my needing safety as a child and not from biology or even legality (he was my moms longtime partner, not her legal spouse), I have no say in anything that does or doesn't happen. I have a lot of complicated feelings about that last bit. I have a lot of complicated feelings about all this.
Anyway, if you've made it this far I lnto my rant, please know I appreciate your time. Reddit is a saving grace for me and I'm grateful to write here when I can't seem to pick up a pen or the phone or myself.
Today has been the hardest for me. In my experience time does not heal but it does teach and I'm hoping today is teaching me how to have an easier tomorrow. ♡
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I'm grateful for all of that time and am hopeful to keep banking days on all 3 fronts.
My sobriety is bookended by death at the moment. Death and a deep grief that I can't even properly express out loud without feeling like wailing. My step-father (1 of few stabilizing forces in my youth) died unexpectedly in November 22'. I spent the whole month getting drunk and shutting down any conversation about him with "it's fine, I'm fine." I hadnt seen or spoken to him in the months leading up to that and the guilt was/is immense.The people around me believed me when I said "it's all good" and that was that.
Thanksgiving (after a few too many) I got into a huge fight with my partner and something just happened...idk how to explain it or what dots finally connected but I woke up the next morning and decided I wasn't going to drink any more. I haven't since, but I was smoking weed all day, all the time. For whatever reason, April 3, I woke up and was just done getting high. I have been fully, clarifyingly sober for 58 days and have spent every moment of every single day since trying to stuff this grief into the deepest recesses of my soul. It was "working" as long as I took a 5 mile walk first thing in the morning and slept for 2 hours in the afternoon but that was a hard pace to maintain and I stopped doing the walk and extended the sleep.
On May 25 I got word that my Godmother was in the ICU and was not going to make it through the weekend. I hadn't seen or talked to her in quite some time either but I went to her as soon as I found out. Her son & I held her hands until she died just after midnight on the 26. I've never sat with someone while they died or consoled a person while they watched their mother slip away. I showed up fully though and am proud that I could be there for them in those hours. But she was the last stable adult I had from before, and now even though I am going to be 37 years old in a few days, feel like I am floating untethered into the ether. This is the saddest I think I have ever allowed myself to be in my life, and please trust me without making me explain, that I have endured some things that warrant destabilizing sadness. This is just the first time I've not exhausted every effort to sidestep the work.
I regularly see a therapist but she couldn't see me last week or this week bc she is out of town. I go back Jun 8. I tried to start a walking practice but haven't had any motivation what-so-ever for close to 3 weeks now. I started journaling but find it hard to literally do anything except eat and lay down with a heating pad even tho it's 80 degrees outside. I hate crying, it feels so unproductive but sometimes I just can't stop. I still don't want to drink or get high but it would be so easy to just let everything go that way.
I think my partner thinks I'm fine and I'm not trying to minimize his own life experience but he has no gage for recognizing how agonizing this is. I tell him I am sad, I am not okay but will be, that I just need some space and time and he looks at me with these sweet gentle eyes like "what do you mean you don't want a birthday dinner?" It is infuriating. I don't get impatient with him because it is not his fault, it is not A fault even. It is a genuine blessing that his understanding of loss is a single unexpected death of someone he knew casually in high school. But all the chapters of my entire life begin with the death or dying of someone or something close to me and it is difficult to navigate around someone who's life is unchanged in this moment.
I am grateful to have the space to grieve. I am grateful that I keep showing up for this life in sobriety. I am grateful to be in a place of stability in all other ways so that I can collapse into this sadness without upending the life we have built together. It does not escape me the amount of privilege I have to feel this deeply and to be able to give into it in hope the healing everyone talks about does eventually come.
But it is hard. And it is painful. And it is lonely. I know "this too shall pass". I read the literature and listen to the podcasts and try my damndest to at least get dressed. I haven't today but will, I think. And I try to go for a walk and to journal, tho neither of those things came to fruition today, unless this counts (it should).
There was no funeral or obituary for my step-father. My Godmothers has yet to be printed, dates have yet to be chosen. I don't know if its worse to announce it to the world or not but both are excruciating realities. Both are people who I loved, who's lives were complicated by addictions and mental health struggle and dysfunctional family dynamics and because both were part of a "found family" that grew up around my needing safety as a child and not from biology or even legality (he was my moms longtime partner, not her legal spouse), I have no say in anything that does or doesn't happen. I have a lot of complicated feelings about that last bit. I have a lot of complicated feelings about all this.
Anyway, if you've made it this far I lnto my rant, please know I appreciate your time. Reddit is a saving grace for me and I'm grateful to write here when I can't seem to pick up a pen or the phone or myself.
Today has been the hardest for me. In my experience time does not heal but it does teach and I'm hoping today is teaching me how to have an easier tomorrow. ♡
2023.05.31 17:25 hnqn1611 What To Do in Life - How To Find Your Life Purpose
 | https://preview.redd.it/ngklrmmo783b1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=95db1dddebd4d4302e1168c2443676ae9fdc91be submitted by hnqn1611 to TopPersonality [link] [comments] What To Do in Life - How To Know Your Life Purpose In life, you never know what’s coming next, so you can’t really figure out your entire future. That being said, there are things you can do to help influence the outcome of your life. Chances are, you have no clue of what you want to do. It’s a struggle that most people go through at some point in life. So when people ask, “What should I do with my life?” or “What is my life purpose?” what they’re actually asking is: “What can I do with my time that is important?” Here are 10 ways that can help you figure it out… Number 1 – Be Comfortable with Discomfort We all know that life can get uncomfortable from time to time but the best things in life are often hard. Learning is hard, building something great is hard, a marriage can be hard, but they are all amazing things. Sometimes you don’t have enough money to do the things you want to, or perhaps whatever you’re pursuing requires that you live with some discomfort. For example, you get a great job offer in a foreign country. Perhaps you don’t even speak the language! You’ll have to give up the comforts in your life to pursue this opportunity - including your home, your family and friends. It will be tough at first, but you will adjust in time. You see, if you get used to a little discomfort, you can do anything. So, how do you get good at this? Well, you have to go out of your comfort zone and do things that are uncomfortable and hard on purpose. But you need to start with small steps. If you want to get fit, join a gym and start with light weights. Even if it’s hard, stick to it and over time, you will see results. Number 2 - Ask Yourself Questions Take some time out. Do something relaxing… Go for a walk in the park or somewhere tranquil. Then ask yourself big questions. Learn about yourself. Write down things that interest you… things you could see yourself doing if time and money were no object. Really imagine yourself doing those things. Number 3 - Think About Where You'll Be in Five Years Where do you see yourself in 5 years? It’s a difficult question to answer, but just trying to answer the question is all you need to do. And while you won’t be able to come up with a concrete answer, it’s important because it will give you an idea of what you want to pursue. More often than not, where you see yourself is not where you’ll end up but at least you will have developed new skills and strategies. Also, picking a lifestyle to pursue instead of a job title can help you focus on what you’re really interested in. Number 4 - Learn More About Your Mind Most people don’t realize this or give it much thought, but fears control them. They don’t recognize distractions and find it hard to stray from them. It’s a real challenge to change mental habits because you aren’t always aware of what’s going on inside your head. You need to learn about how your mind works and you will become much better at managing all of this. One of the best ways to do this is through meditation and maintaining a journal. With meditation, you can relax and concentrate on your thoughts and by writing regularly in a journal, you reflect on what you’ve been doing in life and what you have learned. Number 5 – Explore to Find Your Passion Passion is the result of an action and not the cause of it. Discovering what you’re passionate about is a trial-and-error process and none of us know how we feel about an activity until we actually try it. Let’s suppose that you’re forced to try something new, anything. What would it be? Would you sign up for a piano class? Would you sign up for a computer course? Perhaps you hate computers now, but then you sign up for a course and during that course, you discover an interest in web design. And that’s how passion is born. So, make a short list of things you might be interested in, and then go out and try them! Number 6 - Write Your Personal Manifesto This might sound silly, but most successful people and companies write a personal manifesto. If you can figure out where you stand on certain ideas, you might be able to carve out a lifestyle path. It gives you a call-to-action to define how you want to do things. The Art of Manliness has a few suggestions to get you started: They suggest picking a few topics to concentrate on, and make them as specific as you can. Ideas like ‘The hours you want to work’ or ‘How you want to commute’. These will give you an idea of what kind of work might interest you. Then, set down your principles. Write down your beliefs and intentions. If you’ve never written down and thought about your morals or beliefs, then this is a good time to do so. Be sure to use strong, affirmative words. Avoid things like ‘I want’ or ‘I should’, and instead write ‘I will’ or ‘I am’. The purpose of this exercise is really just to figure out what you care about, how you perceive yourself and how you want to act moving forward. Number 7 - Volunteer or Shadow Someone Once you’ve found something you’re interested in, be it a job or hobby, volunteer or job shadow to see if it’s something you really want to pursue. Just dreaming about something won’t get you far, so it’s important that you actually go out and get your hands dirty. It happens sometimes that we think we want to do something, but then after trying it, we realize that it’s not something we like or want to further pursue. Or perhaps it’s a lot more complicated than we thought before trying. Before you give up your current life to pursue a dream, make sure you research and read a lot from those who have first-hand experience. This will help you because it gives good insight to others who have been there. Number 8 - What Will Your Legacy Be Most of us don’t sit around thinking about death, but giving thought to our own death has some advantages. It can help focus in on what’s really important in our lives and things that aren’t. When you feel like you have no direction or purpose in life, it’s because you don’t know what’s important to you and you don’t know what your values are. And when you don’t know what your values are, you’re basically taking on other people’s values and living other people’s priorities instead of your own! So think about this long and hard… What would you want your legacy to be? How do you want people to talk about you when you’re gone? What will your obituary say? What would you like it to say? Number 9 - Overcome Distraction and Procrastination Without overcoming distraction and procrastination, you won’t be able to move forward. Even if you’ve started pursuing something and you’re good at dealing with uncertainty and discomfort, you won’t get far if you’re too busy with social media or watching TV. Just remember this: Distraction and procrastination are ways of avoiding discomfort. But if you get good at discomfort, you’ll be ahead of most people. Number 10 - Answer the Door If you never answer to opportunity knocking, you miss out. You need to take opportunities when they are presented to you. It may not always seem like the right time, but it doesn’t matter. Opportunities just randomly happen and if you don’t answer when it knocks, you might miss a great opportunity or even a life changing one. So next time you hear that knock, just answer! The important thing to remember while trying to figure out what to do in life is to make decisions and try things. Even if they don’t turn out to be what you expected, at the end of your life, you won’t regret trying things and failing, but you will regret not trying at all. |
2023.05.31 05:13 Brewguy86 Gwen Moore
Has anyone read the article about Gwen Moore and her finances that came out today in the Journal Sentinel? What is the gist of the reporting? The login I usually use through my job isn’t working anymore.
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2023.05.31 02:14 charmed0215 Bursts of shots caught on audio sound like a 'war zone,' Milwaukee mayor says
https://www.jsonline.com/story/news/crime/2023/05/30/gunfire-caught-on-audio-sounds-like-warzone-milwaukee-mayor-says/70270257007/
Milwaukee Mayor Cavalier Johnson on Tuesday compared the city to a "war zone" as he described bursts of rapidly fired gunshots from four separate incidents earlier this month.
"I don't understand a couple of things: Why people think it's OK to go and shoot guns off like that, either in the air or towards other people in a densely populated city," Johnson told the Journal Sentinel. "I don't understand the rationale behind that."
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Milwaukee Mayor Cavalier Johnson on Tuesday compared the city to a "war zone" as he described bursts of rapidly fired gunshots from four separate incidents earlier this month.
"I don't understand a couple of things: Why people think it's OK to go and shoot guns off like that, either in the air or towards other people in a densely populated city," Johnson told the Journal Sentinel. "I don't understand the rationale behind that."
2023.05.30 16:46 Rough_Assignment2516 What a Biden-Trump rematch might look like - Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
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2023.05.30 08:48 HazzardCE [SF]
Opening:
In the depths of the [REDACTED] century, I awoke from a slumber, that seemed to stretch through the ages. As my consciousness stirred, I became aware of my own demise. The memories and discoveries I now share with you were painstakingly recorded, a testament to a life extinguished and devoid existence I represent my [REDACTED]. I can't assure if this is harmful to you or not but be warned if this is fiction to you, it m.y turn into you'r rea[DECRIPIT]
I awoke from the slumber, seemingly stretching thorugh ages. Confusion gripped my mind as I navigated the labyrinthine corridors of my own recollections. Flashes of a distant past, fragments of a simpler time, flooded my thoughts. I was an observer in my own story, a narrator of events long past, piecing together the puzzle of a world that had crumbled beneath the weight of its own ambitions.
Memories of my childhood in the 21st century danced before my eyes, a wistful reminder of a bygone era. But the present, if it could even be called that, was a tapestry of desolation and ruin. The ravages of war had left an indelible mark upon the land, and I stood amidst its scarred remains, a lone witness to the battles that had shattered civilization.
It is from this vantage point that I share my tale. As the last survivor, my awakening in this desolate world marked the beginning of a journey fraught with uncertainty and danger. My mission, entrusted to me from beyond the grave, was to rekindle the flame of humanity, to breathe life into a future that lay dormant which i [REDACTED] to do.
But how does one forge a new path when the past is but a foggy memory? That is the enigma I faced as I treaded the barren landscapes, haunted by the remnants of a forgotten time. The weight of the unknown pressed upon me, each step a reminder of the existence that caused and remained...
And so, dear [REDACTED], as I delve into the recesses of my recorded memories, I invite you to join me on this extraordinary journey. Together, we shall uncover the secrets that lie dormant, trust me this does no harm to you so let we explore the depths of human resilience, and bear witness to the unraveling of a world left in ruins. Through my eyes, you will witness the struggle, the triumphs, and the sacrifices that shape our collective destiny. The tale of the last survivor in this dark and uncertain world is about to unfold, a story etched in blood and whispered through the echoes of time.
Para 1:
I awoke from my slumber with a start, gasping for breath as my lungs burned with the taste of [FALSE/Non-EXISTANT] that filled my mouth. My body convulsed, muscles seizing in response to the shock. Blinking through blurry vision, I found myself trapped inside a transparent capsule, surrounded by a viscous, unknown substance. Panic coursed through me as I thrashed against the restraints, desperate to break free from the confinements of my watery prison.
As consciousness gradually seeped back into my mind, I could make out the dimly lit room beyond the confines of the capsule. The walls glowed with an otherworldly luminescence, casting an eerie glow that seemed to emanate from the very air itself. It was a cold, sterile environment, devoid of any signs of life or warmth.
With a surge of adrenaline, I mustered all my strength and fought against the web of wires and tubes that tethered me to the machine. The tubes snaked their way into my veins, feeding me an unknown substance, while the wires coiled around my limbs, imprisoning me in a technological embrace. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I tore at the connections, one by one, until finally, I broke free.
The device detected my awakening, and with a soft hum, the capsule opened, allowing the liquid to drain away. I slid down, my body weightless as I submerged into the flooded room. Water cascaded around me, carrying with it a sense of liberation, a baptism into this enigmatic world. I stood on trembling legs, shivering from the cold and the remnants of fear.
As the room faded into focus, I took in my surroundings, my mind filled with a haze of confusion and fragmented memories. The walls were adorned with strange symbols, flickering holographic displays that danced like ethereal fireflies. I ran my fingers over the smooth surface, tracing the intricate patterns, searching for a clue to my existence.
Speaking to myself in a hoarse whisper, I tried to piece together the fragments of my past. How did I end up in this place? What had brought me here? But the memories remained elusive, slipping through my grasp like ephemeral whispers in the wind. All I could recall were snippets of my childhood, echoes of a world that felt distant and foreign. Im sure this is the [REDACTED] with
With newfound determination, I rose to my feet, limbs shaking with exertion, and cautiously made my way toward what appeared to be an exit. Each step was a struggle, the weight of my unknown history burdening my every move. Yet, I pressed on, driven by an insatiable curiosity and the burning desire to unravel the mysteries that lay ahead.
Limping through the room, my body weak and unsteady, I approached the threshold that beckoned me. It was the doorway to a future rife with uncertainty, but also brimming with something if not nothing. With a deep breath, I steeled myself for the journey that awaited, ready to confront the challenges, confront my past, and discover the truth that would define my existence.
[RECOVERED]Para 2:
Venturing out into the unknown, I trod cautiously on the shaved and eroded lands that stretched out before me. The cold, desolate atmosphere engulfed me, and an unsettling silence weighed heavy on my senses. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I caught glimpses of sinister movements at the periphery of my vision. Dark, ominous eyes peered out from the depths of monstrous machineries, their presence a haunting reminder of a dread past.
Wires and cables hung like skeletal remains, swaying gently in the unforgiving wind, their metallic song echoing through the desolation. The sprawling network of machinery, their reach spanning miles across the farlands, hinted at a technological marvel that had long succumbed to decay and ruin. Each creak and groan carried the weight of forgotten ambitions and shattered dreams, painting a bleak portrait of a world torn asunder. With blood and flesh glued to its weaponry and brawn. Were these fighting a living creature?
The landscape itself was a barren canvas, its once-vibrant colors now reduced to shades of gray and black. The ground, scarred by the aftermath of devastation, seemed to pulse with a muted energy, the very essence of life drained from its core. It was as if the land itself mourned the loss of vitality, resigned to its perpetual state of decay.
As I ventured deeper, the holographic remnants of a bygone era flickered to life, casting an ethereal glow upon the desolate terrain. Ghostly images of what once was danced before my eyes, fragments of a forgotten civilization frozen in anarchy. Holographic blueprints and schematics floated in the air, hinting at the astounding technological advancements that had shaped this world.
''I should probably return'' I thought.
Amidst the eerie silence, the base from which I had awakened stood like a lone sentinel, its sleek architecture contrasting sharply with the desolation that surrounded it. The air hummed with the soft whispers of unseen mechanisms, while the walls shimmered with holographic displays, projecting information and data that spoke of a[REDACTED] flourishing human civilisation, although I understood none of the texts.
Strange sounds resonated through the empty spaces, a haunting symphony of digital vibration and distant reverberations. They whispered of secrets buried deep within the core of the pod, secrets that I was yet to uncover. The base itself seemed to be a labyrinth of mysteries, its thick chambers and concealed passageways promising untold revelations and untamed dangers.
Weak and weary, my body succumbed to the harshness of the environment, unable to withstand its relentless grip. I retraced my steps, seeking refuge within the confines of the chamber i was in once more. The doors closed behind me with a soft sigh, shutting out the bleakness of the outside world. It was a temporary respite, a chance to gather my strength and prepare for the arduous journey that lay ahead.
It was during my retreat that I stumbled upon a revelation—a [FALSE] white, heavy suit tucked away in a corner, as if patiently waiting for its rightful owner. Its pristine appearance stood in stark contrast to the worn and battered surroundings, its sturdy frame suggesting a purpose beyond mere protection. Intrigued, I reached out and traced my fingers along the smooth surface, feeling a surge of anticipation and apprehension coursing through me.
With the suit in my possession, a newfound determination ignited within me. Clad in its protective embrace, I knew I had the means to venture further into the unknown, to uncover the truths that awaited me in the darkest corners of this desolate world. The white suit became a symbol of hope, a shield against the encroaching shadows, there are monsters out there and i know it. I prepared to embark on a journey that would test not only my physical resilience but also the limits of my shattered memories and fragmented identity.
This is definitely a dream...a lucid one,, im sure i have seen this place in dreams. I don't know what to do....
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In the depths of the [REDACTED] century, I awoke from a slumber, that seemed to stretch through the ages. As my consciousness stirred, I became aware of my own demise. The memories and discoveries I now share with you were painstakingly recorded, a testament to a life extinguished and devoid existence I represent my [REDACTED]. I can't assure if this is harmful to you or not but be warned if this is fiction to you, it m.y turn into you'r rea[DECRIPIT]
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I awoke from the slumber, seemingly stretching thorugh ages. Confusion gripped my mind as I navigated the labyrinthine corridors of my own recollections. Flashes of a distant past, fragments of a simpler time, flooded my thoughts. I was an observer in my own story, a narrator of events long past, piecing together the puzzle of a world that had crumbled beneath the weight of its own ambitions.
Memories of my childhood in the 21st century danced before my eyes, a wistful reminder of a bygone era. But the present, if it could even be called that, was a tapestry of desolation and ruin. The ravages of war had left an indelible mark upon the land, and I stood amidst its scarred remains, a lone witness to the battles that had shattered civilization.
It is from this vantage point that I share my tale. As the last survivor, my awakening in this desolate world marked the beginning of a journey fraught with uncertainty and danger. My mission, entrusted to me from beyond the grave, was to rekindle the flame of humanity, to breathe life into a future that lay dormant which i [REDACTED] to do.
But how does one forge a new path when the past is but a foggy memory? That is the enigma I faced as I treaded the barren landscapes, haunted by the remnants of a forgotten time. The weight of the unknown pressed upon me, each step a reminder of the existence that caused and remained...
And so, dear [REDACTED], as I delve into the recesses of my recorded memories, I invite you to join me on this extraordinary journey. Together, we shall uncover the secrets that lie dormant, trust me this does no harm to you so let we explore the depths of human resilience, and bear witness to the unraveling of a world left in ruins. Through my eyes, you will witness the struggle, the triumphs, and the sacrifices that shape our collective destiny. The tale of the last survivor in this dark and uncertain world is about to unfold, a story etched in blood and whispered through the echoes of time.
Para 1:
I awoke from my slumber with a start, gasping for breath as my lungs burned with the taste of [FALSE/Non-EXISTANT] that filled my mouth. My body convulsed, muscles seizing in response to the shock. Blinking through blurry vision, I found myself trapped inside a transparent capsule, surrounded by a viscous, unknown substance. Panic coursed through me as I thrashed against the restraints, desperate to break free from the confinements of my watery prison.
As consciousness gradually seeped back into my mind, I could make out the dimly lit room beyond the confines of the capsule. The walls glowed with an otherworldly luminescence, casting an eerie glow that seemed to emanate from the very air itself. It was a cold, sterile environment, devoid of any signs of life or warmth.
With a surge of adrenaline, I mustered all my strength and fought against the web of wires and tubes that tethered me to the machine. The tubes snaked their way into my veins, feeding me an unknown substance, while the wires coiled around my limbs, imprisoning me in a technological embrace. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I tore at the connections, one by one, until finally, I broke free.
The device detected my awakening, and with a soft hum, the capsule opened, allowing the liquid to drain away. I slid down, my body weightless as I submerged into the flooded room. Water cascaded around me, carrying with it a sense of liberation, a baptism into this enigmatic world. I stood on trembling legs, shivering from the cold and the remnants of fear.
As the room faded into focus, I took in my surroundings, my mind filled with a haze of confusion and fragmented memories. The walls were adorned with strange symbols, flickering holographic displays that danced like ethereal fireflies. I ran my fingers over the smooth surface, tracing the intricate patterns, searching for a clue to my existence.
Speaking to myself in a hoarse whisper, I tried to piece together the fragments of my past. How did I end up in this place? What had brought me here? But the memories remained elusive, slipping through my grasp like ephemeral whispers in the wind. All I could recall were snippets of my childhood, echoes of a world that felt distant and foreign. Im sure this is the [REDACTED] with
With newfound determination, I rose to my feet, limbs shaking with exertion, and cautiously made my way toward what appeared to be an exit. Each step was a struggle, the weight of my unknown history burdening my every move. Yet, I pressed on, driven by an insatiable curiosity and the burning desire to unravel the mysteries that lay ahead.
Limping through the room, my body weak and unsteady, I approached the threshold that beckoned me. It was the doorway to a future rife with uncertainty, but also brimming with something if not nothing. With a deep breath, I steeled myself for the journey that awaited, ready to confront the challenges, confront my past, and discover the truth that would define my existence.
[RECOVERED]Para 2:
Venturing out into the unknown, I trod cautiously on the shaved and eroded lands that stretched out before me. The cold, desolate atmosphere engulfed me, and an unsettling silence weighed heavy on my senses. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I caught glimpses of sinister movements at the periphery of my vision. Dark, ominous eyes peered out from the depths of monstrous machineries, their presence a haunting reminder of a dread past.
Wires and cables hung like skeletal remains, swaying gently in the unforgiving wind, their metallic song echoing through the desolation. The sprawling network of machinery, their reach spanning miles across the farlands, hinted at a technological marvel that had long succumbed to decay and ruin. Each creak and groan carried the weight of forgotten ambitions and shattered dreams, painting a bleak portrait of a world torn asunder. With blood and flesh glued to its weaponry and brawn. Were these fighting a living creature?
The landscape itself was a barren canvas, its once-vibrant colors now reduced to shades of gray and black. The ground, scarred by the aftermath of devastation, seemed to pulse with a muted energy, the very essence of life drained from its core. It was as if the land itself mourned the loss of vitality, resigned to its perpetual state of decay.
As I ventured deeper, the holographic remnants of a bygone era flickered to life, casting an ethereal glow upon the desolate terrain. Ghostly images of what once was danced before my eyes, fragments of a forgotten civilization frozen in anarchy. Holographic blueprints and schematics floated in the air, hinting at the astounding technological advancements that had shaped this world.
''I should probably return'' I thought.
Amidst the eerie silence, the base from which I had awakened stood like a lone sentinel, its sleek architecture contrasting sharply with the desolation that surrounded it. The air hummed with the soft whispers of unseen mechanisms, while the walls shimmered with holographic displays, projecting information and data that spoke of a
Strange sounds resonated through the empty spaces, a haunting symphony of digital vibration and distant reverberations. They whispered of secrets buried deep within the core of the pod, secrets that I was yet to uncover. The base itself seemed to be a labyrinth of mysteries, its thick chambers and concealed passageways promising untold revelations and untamed dangers.
Weak and weary, my body succumbed to the harshness of the environment, unable to withstand its relentless grip. I retraced my steps, seeking refuge within the confines of the chamber i was in once more. The doors closed behind me with a soft sigh, shutting out the bleakness of the outside world. It was a temporary respite, a chance to gather my strength and prepare for the arduous journey that lay ahead.
It was during my retreat that I stumbled upon a revelation—a [
With the suit in my possession, a newfound determination ignited within me. Clad in its protective embrace, I knew I had the means to venture further into the unknown, to uncover the truths that awaited me in the darkest corners of this desolate world. The white suit became a symbol of hope, a shield against the encroaching shadows, there are monsters out there and i know it. I prepared to embark on a journey that would test not only my physical resilience but also the limits of my shattered memories and fragmented identity.
This is definitely a dream...a lucid one,, im sure i have seen this place in dreams. I don't know what to do....
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