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For Any of you who are interested in Queer Literature, I am Selling 10 books!

2020.12.01 18:24 Little-miss-2w1 For Any of you who are interested in Queer Literature, I am Selling 10 books!

unfortunately I can only sell within Ontario, Canada so if any of you are interested in some compelling gay novels, let me know!
Here are their names and the price Amazon was selling them for and the price I am selling them for!
Kiss of the Fur Queen by Tomson Highway
Amazon: $22.00 Me: $20.00 in perfect condition
Paul Takes the Form of a Mortal Girl by Andrew Lawlor
Amazon: $22.72 Me: $20.00 In perfect Condition
A Single Man by Christopher Isherwood
Amazon: $18.35 Me: $15.00 In perfect condition
The Faggots and their Friends Between Revolutions by Larry Mitchell
Amazon: $21.81 Me: $18.00 In perfect Condition
Angels in America by Tony Kushner
Amazon: $22.34 Me: $20.00 in perfect condition
Trouble on Triton by Samuel R. Delany
Amazon: $18:86
Me: $15.00
Dancer from the Dance by Andrew Holleran
Amazon: $19.79 Me: $12.00 in good condition
Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin
Amazon: $16.83
Me: $12.00 in good condition
Ga Ting by Minh Ly Amazon: $12.92 Me: $7.00
Hosanna by Michel Tremblay
Amazon: $13.79 Me: $7.00
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2020.11.28 16:37 HeadOfSpectre I’m A Vampire & I Investigate The Supernatural. They Have Serial Killers Too

One thing I’ve learned throughout my long life is that people aren’t as different from every other species on earth as they think they are. What some might call the traits that make us human aren’t all that exclusive to us. Rats are capable of empathy, gibbons form families that are much like our own and elephants mourn their dead just like we do. The emotional complexity of the other creatures on this earth is a fascinating subject… but there is a dark side to it.

Dolphins are capable of rape. Polar bears have been known to cannibalize each other and killing just for fun is a common behavior exhibited by many predators. Hell, if you looked through the animal kingdom I’m confident you’d find them committing just about every single abominable act under the sun. The only thing that really sets humanity apart is that we’re a little more self aware. We’re not above the depravity but we try to be. Maybe that counts for something. I really can’t say.

What fascinates me though, are the things that imitate humanity. Those beings who look like us, act like us and talk like us but aren’t strictly speaking human. I’m sure you’ve heard of Fae, for instance. They’re all over the spectrum. They’re intelligent (mostly) and although a few of the less human-like groups have no interest in pretending; some of them are damn near indistinguishable from anyone you’d pass on the street. You could drive yourself mad wondering about the nature of humanity. Where it begins or what is it that truly separates us from the animals. Intelligence, self awareness, empathy or something else entirely? I myself couldn’t even begin to come up with an answer and that’s a shame. You see, I hunt monsters for a living. You wouldn’t think it would be difficult to tell the difference between a person and an animal, but when most of the people you deal with aren’t technically human, that line can easily blur. It’s always those cases that stay with me. Putting down a mindless animal is one thing but going up against something that’s not all that different from you… Well… That’s a lot more complicated.

My name is Robert Marsh and I’m not exactly human myself. Not anymore. It shouldn’t be surprising that I’ve had quite a bit of experience with the supernatural… enough so that when it starts threatening regular people, I’m the one they call.

The International Fae Relations Bureaus Department of Public Safety didn’t normally poke their heads into isolated incidents. Strange bodies turning up every now and again were small potatoes. As grim as it sounds, shit happens. People run into all sorts of nasty creatures from time to time. There’s no way to stop it. However when a pattern comes up, that’s something they can’t ignore and when the latest incident involves a whole family of five turning up dead, that’s when I get a call.

The Swanson's had been a moderately well off family, living in a pretty house off of a country road. Well off the beaten path. It was an hours drive from my modest little apartment but at least I didn’t make it alone.

Della Rose, a woman with whom I’d had a complicated relationship with in the past sat beside me. When we’d first met and dated, she’d been just an ordinary girl and contrary to what pop culture might have some people believe, romance between ordinary girls and vampires doesn’t ever end well. It had been a few months since she’d come back into my life and circumstance had made it necessary to curse her with the same immortality that I tolerated. It had been a hasty decision, but better than leaving her to die. I didn’t turn her for the sake of company. I’m not quite that selfish… If there was a future for us, we weren’t quite ready for that discussion. For the time being, I was content to simply help her adjust to her new eternal life and to that end, she’d been helping me with my work. It had been years since I’d had a partner and so far, that arrangement had worked out nicely.

I could see the flashing lights of the police sirens cutting through the dark, marking the Swanson house as we drew near and pulled up the long driveway. I caught the eyes of a couple wary uniformed officers as we pulled up to the house but they didn’t try and stop me. Near the front door, I could see the shadow of a portly man in his forties. I recognized him even before I saw his face. Detective Rick Davis. An old friend of mine.

As Della and I got out of the car, Davis waited for us in the doorway. He took a final drag on his cigarette and watched us as we approached the door before he snuffed it and let us in.
“Nice to see you again Marsh.” He said. All business as usual. The inside of the Swanson house looked almost immaculately clean. You could have probably used it as a showhome. It was just the three of us in the house. As per standard protocol, the other officers had been removed from the scene prior to our arrival. It was better that they not see too much of us.

“Always a pleasure, Detective.” I replied. His gaze lingered on Della, a hint of mistrust in his eyes although he kept his mouth shut about that. “What are we looking at?” I asked. Best to keep things on track. Davis nodded towards the stairway.
“Bodies are upstairs in the main bedroom. Four victims. Two adults, two children.” He said.
“Four victims?” I asked, “I heard it was a family of five.”
“The youngest child, May is currently missing. We think that maybe they might have fled. We’ve got some officers searching for her now.”
“You think they ran?” I asked. Davis just shrugged and turned to lead us up the stairs.
“Possibly. I can’t imagine our perp was interested in kidnapping given the mess they left.”
He led us into the bedroom and stopped outside the door.
“See for yourself.”

I nodded at him before opening the door. I’d seen my fair share of corpses in the past, but seeing a child had never gotten easier. I’d known what I was walking into and grimaced at the sight of the still bodies on the floor. Beside me, Della let out a quiet gasp.
“Jesus…” She murmured as I stepped inside.
The man who used to be Mr. Swanson was on the bed, naked as the day he’d been born. His body was as pale as alabaster. His wife lay close to the door, crumpled on the floor and her two children were scattered about close to her.

The first thing I noticed was the blood, or the lack of it. Mr. Swanson had almost none around him although I could clearly see several bite marks on his body. Most of them were on his shoulders and some of them looked as if they’d been healing. Most of them. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the ragged chunk torn out of his throat had been what had killed him. His wife and children on the other hand hadn’t been drained. They had been bitten, that much was clear but their bodies each had one single, fatal bite to the throat. From the look of it, they hadn’t fought much either. I imagined all three of them, lined up by the bed and quietly waiting their turn as the killer picked them off methodically…

“What did this? Della asked quietly, “Another vampire?” She stood over the bodies of the wife and children, careful to avoid stepping in the pool of blood that stained the carpet beneath them.
“Vampires aren’t the only hemovores out there.” I murmured as I leaned over the body of Mr. Swanson. I shifted his head to get a better look at the wound in his neck. The bite looked jagged, as if the flesh had been torn at. I studied the healing bites on his shoulders as well. Those looked to be a few days old. The bites been cleaner and hadn’t gotten much treatment.

“What else could have done this?” Della asked.
“My guess? A Siren.” I said before standing up. I gestured for her to join me by Mr. Swanson's corpse. “See the bite marks on his shoulders? Those are a few days old. They were healing. That’s usually where most sirens bite. Reduces the chance of killing the prey. If they go for the throat, well…”
Della looked at the ragged wound in Mr. Swanson's throat. She got the point.
“Bite pattern looks consistent too.” I noted, “Sirens have a mouth like a shark. Made to rip and tear… A siren would also explain the position of the bodies.”
“How?” Della asked. From the corner of my eye, I saw Davis leaning against the doorframe, listening intently.
“Well, what do we know about sirens from mythology?” I asked.

“They sing?” Della asked. She looked at me, then at Davis for confirmation.
“They hypnotize.” Davis said. “And they’re supposedly so beautiful that they’re irresistible to men. Like a honey trap, right?”
“More or less.” I said. “Reality isn’t all that far off. Most Sirens are female. They tend to target men looking for sex and then feed off them. They’re hemovores, just like us only they’ve also got a natural hypnosis to make the process easier. It doesn’t work on everyone, but it might explain why the wife and kids just stood there while our killer picked them off. They probably walked in on dinner.”
“Why not drain the wife and kids though?” Della asked.
“The stomach can only hold so much blood.” She’d already drained the husband. That’s enough to keep her fed for days.”
“So that’s it then.” Davis said, “I don’t suppose a siren might be behind the other bodies we’ve found?”

“It’s possible.” I said. “These days you don’t see as many siren deaths and you shouldn’t see any this close to Toronto… It doesn’t add up. They usually stay away from urban areas and most of their communities have rules against killing these days. It’s easier to stay hidden without bodies piling up. It still happens from time to time. Victims tend to get… addicted to them. They keep seeking the siren out. She accidentally takes too much, too fast and hides the body.”
“Well as of tonight, we’re at eleven victims in the past three weeks so obviously something isn’t right.” Davis said.
“Eleven?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Just like this?”
“That we know about. I can send you the reports. Same bite marks, same lack of blood. The whole shebang.” Davis replied.
“Why wasn’t the FRB contacted sooner?”

He shrugged.
“Most of them were nobodies. Bums downtown and all that jazz. A few were found in the water. We had no way to confirm anything strange was afoot… At least until now.”
“Christ…” I rubbed my temples. This wasn’t good. “That’s just in the GTA, right? What about outside? Northern Ontario, Quebec, maybe around the border?”
“I can check.” Davis said, “What exactly are you looking for?”
“I want to know where she’s hunting.” I replied, “Then maybe we can figure out where she’s coming from. There aren’t any active siren communities anywhere near the GTA so she’s got to be a stray.”
I watched as Davis scribbled some notes down in his pad.

“Get that information to me as soon as you can… In the meanwhile, I’m going to reach out to an old friend. See if she might know something.”
“A friend?” Davis asked.
“Somewhat. She might know a thing or two about any other sirens in the area. Maybe she’ll have an idea as to who we’re looking for.”
Davis gave a nod before closing his notepad.
“Alright then. I’ll let you know what I can dig up. I’ll leave you to finish up here.”
I nodded in return before taking out my camera to document the scene.

When Della and I left the Swanson house, we didn’t head back to our apartment. The night was young and it was the ideal time for a long drive. I could sense Dellas unease as she sat beside me. She didn’t need to say what was on her mind for me to know what was bothering her.
“It’s okay to be upset, you know.” I said. “It doesn’t get easier, no matter how long you live.”
“I don’t know if I should be comforted by that or not…” She murmured, “The smell was what bothered me the most. I could smell them starting to… Jesus…”
I offered her a comforting hand and she quietly took it.
“I get killing the wife to cover her tracks but the kids… What does that? I thought you told me Sirens weren’t that much different than us?”

“Most aren’t.” I replied. “Eleven victims though. Probably more… Think about it. You and I can feed without killing a person. Sirens can do the same. So why leave that big of a trail?”
Della grimaced. She didn’t answer, but she knew what I was getting at.
Our killer wasn’t killing for food. She was killing for fun.

Tevam Sound was almost a four hour drive away but it was more than worth it. Della and I spent some of the evening in an inexpensive motel in town before I went out looking for my contact. I knew she wasn’t going to be happy to see me, but the only other Siren I knew wasn’t exactly a local. I needed someone who was.

Shelby looked like an attractive girl in her mid twenties with short red curls and green eyes that seemed to shimmer like sunlight on the surface of a lake. She favored cutoff shorts and loose fitting tops that showed off her body and only barely hid the gills on her sides. At a glance, it would’ve been hard not to admire her and that was probably exactly what she wanted. Della and I just so happened to run into her at the local drug store. She’d been in one of the aisles when she spotted us and the moment she saw us, she knew it wasn’t an accident. I could see her brow furrow slightly and the ever so slight tense of her muscles. She watched me closely as I approached her, holding her ground as if she expected a fight.

“Well, well. Robert Marsh.” She said as I drew nearer. “Look, if you’re here about the cat food incident. It’s been thirty years. Just let it go.”
“Cat food incident?” Della asked. I ignored her.
“It’s nice to see you too, Shelby. You look nice. How’s domestic life treating you?”
Her lip curled upwards in an irritated snarl, exposing some of her jagged teeth.

“Peaceful and quiet.” She replied after a moment's hesitation. “I know this isn’t a social call. What do you want?”
“Why don’t we talk about that in private?” I asked. She scoffed.
“You ambush me at the drug store and then ask if we can talk in private? Seriously?”
“I knew you wouldn’t answer the door if I came to your house.”
“So you followed me?” She asked, then raised an eyebrow at Della. “Who’s the broad, and why didn’t she try to talk some sense into you?”
“This is Della. She’s a close friend.” I said.
“Is she now? And here I always thought you were gay... I’m in a hurry so talk fast.”
She picked a bottle of aspirin off the shelf and dropped it into the basket she had slung over one arm before continuing down the aisle. I followed her.

“I was hoping you might be able to help me find another Siren.”
“What? I’m not good enough for you?” She asked.
“A specific Siren. She’s left a hell of a trail of bodies.”
“Well it’s not me. I get my blood from tinder and I don’t leave bodies.”
Shelby rounded a corner and headed into another aisle where she stopped to look through the selection of tea.
“I figured it wasn’t. I’m looking for a stray. The kind that kills for fun.”
She paused. I saw a flicker in her eyes.

“I’ve got eleven bodies in the GTA over the past three weeks and I’m positive there’s more that haven’t been found yet.”
“Of course there’s more.” She said quietly before sighing, “Anybody get a good look at her?”
“There might be one witness but they’re MIA.” I said. “I don’t suppose there was anyone you can think of from the community at Silver Lake before… well…”
“Before everyone died. You don’t need to tiptoe around it. I got my closure. I’ve moved on.” Shelby said. “What kind of tea is best for headaches? I can’t tell the difference.”
“Ginger root or peppermint.” I said. She took one box of each.

“Any sister who was at Silver Lake is either dead or fled further north.” She said thoughtfully, “I doubt you’d have any luck asking around up there… I do remember that there was an incident about a year before everything went tits up though. A couple sisters had gotten bold and were luring prey into the community. I’m pretty sure Kayla was the one in charge. You remember her, right? The one with the stupid cowboy hat. Anyways, turns out some of the prey they lured was a little too young and she was always way too kill happy. They pushed the envelope a little too far, too many times and got kicked out for their trouble. Too little, too late if you ask me. It was probably their little stunt that led to the community getting discovered and wiped out.”
“Do you know where they went afterwards?” I asked. Shelby shrugged.

“I can’t say… I might’ve heard something about another sister in the area though…” She paused to think for a moment. “Yeah… Yeah, some of the students down at the University were having a party and I usually stop by since it’s easy pickings. I saw this one guy at the bar who was drunk off his ass and talking about a girl he’d fucked who’d bitten him. I guess it kinda sounded like Kayla. It definitely wasn’t me... I don’t exactly follow through with my prey. My sexual preference is dinner, so I tend to eat and run. But other than that I haven’t seen any signs of another sister in the area.”
“You didn’t happen to catch his name, did you?” Della asked hopefully.
“The bartender called him Derrick, I think? I haven’t seen him around since.”
Della went for her phone to message Davis.
“Is there anything else you might know?” I asked, “Anything at all?”

“Hate to say it but that’s all I’ve got.” Shelby said with a shrug. “Kayla’s gang are the only strays in the area I know about although most of them ditched her shortly after they got kicked out. One of them got killed for hunting in our territory and I heard another found a home south of the border. As for Kayla and her third friend, they dropped off the face of the earth… Could be you’re after two sisters. Either way, watch your ass. Especially if it is Kayla.”
“Noted.” I murmured.
“Davis says that Derrick Jackson’s body was found in Mississauga last week. Drained of blood, just like the others.” Della said, looking up at me and Shelby. “If Kayla was the one who attacked him…”
“She would’ve wanted to finish the job.” Shelby said. She pursed her lips before she sighed.
“Fuck me… Regardless of whether or not it is her, you two are going to have a hell of a time against a sister.”
“Are you offering to help?” I asked.

Offering.” She scoffed, “That’s funny. You’re not going to take out a sister without another sister on your side and as much and I don’t really feel all warm and fuzzy about sending you to get killed, even if you are a whiny prick.”
“We took down a ghoul a few weeks ago.” Della said, “It can’t be that much harder, can it?”
“My 1200 year old mother could pop a ghouls skull and she’s been dead for fifty years.” She replied. “Look, I’ve got to take care of something first. Make some arrangements and all that… But I can be ready to go in an hour. Maybe two.”
“We can wait around.'' I replied.”
“No shit, Count Fagula. One hour. I’ll meet you back at my place. It’ll be just like old times.” She clapped me on the shoulder before turning to leave us. As soon as she was gone, Della looked over at me.

“So…” She asked, “How exactly do you two know each other?”
“It’s complicated.” I replied, “I’ll tell you later. Right now, I think I need a drink.”

True to her word, we met up with Shelby about an hour later. She carried a small backpack with her and stood waiting by the front porch of a small but quaint suburban house. I thought I could see someone watching from the upstairs windows, but I didn’t get a good look at them.
“Everything taken care of?” I asked as Shelby got into my back seat.
“It’s fine. Let’s just get this over with.” She replied as I took off.
“I have to say, I never expected you of all people to end up going domestic. I would’ve figured you’d have gone up north with the others.”
“There’s no food up north.” Shelby replied, “Tevam Sound’s small but it’s got a steady, rotating supply of fresh blood.”
“And I’m sure that’s the only reason you stayed.” I teased. Through the rearview mirror, I could catch her glaring at me.
“I have a good friend in town. We have an arrangement. I reached out to a friend of mine. There’s a cottage a few hours from here owned by a ‘Kate Silver.’ I thought it might be a good place to look.”
“Kate Silver?” Della asked.

“Kate was one of the sisters who was kicked out with Kayla and the only one who isn’t accounted for. A lot of Sisters use the name of their community as a surname. Kate was always kinda a yes man. If I had to take a guess, I’d say she’s still with Kayla.”
“It’s a good place to start.” I said, “So. What’s the address?”
“415 Kings Trail. It’s a little bit past Sudbury but it’s right on the water and out of our territory. Not a bad place to hide if you ask me.”
“Isn’t that a little far from Toronto?” Della asked.
“It is, but even if Kate isn’t involved she might lead us to Kayla.” I replied. “We might as well talk to her.”
Della put the address into her phone and I looked back at Shelby. She was already looking at her own phone and tapping away at it.

“You sure you’re okay leaving your friend alone?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t know she’d be alright.” She replied. “Trust me. She can take care of herself. Just keep your eyes on the road and your head out of your ass and everything will turn out fine.”
I nodded and looked ahead at the road.

It was around 1 in the afternoon when we made it to the cottage. The sky was overcast and the air had a winter chill to it. The roads were nearly empty. Next to nobody was up in cottage country at that time of year. It was a lonely place that would’ve been a perfect place to hide. King’s Trail ran adjacent to a lake and a wispy mist hovered over the surface of the water.
“We got a new email from Davis.” Della said as we drove along the narrow road, “Looks like our number of victims has gone up to about thirty seven. Almost all of them were found in water. Most of them were killed during the past month.”
“Where exactly were they found?” I asked.
“All over the place. French River, Parry Sound, Gravenhurst, Barrie…”
“So between Sudbury and Toronto.” Shelby said, “I guess she commutes.”

I spotted a sign for 415 and turned down the driveway.
“It also places her in this area.” I said. The cottage ahead of us looked run down. Its wood paneling looked as if it was peeling off the exterior and had outright fallen off in some places. It looked abandoned but I spotted a blue Ford truck parked in the driveway. Somebody was clearly home.
I parked my sedan behind it before getting out.
“Why travel such a long distance though?” Della asked as she got out.
“Supply, probably.” Shelby replied, “I’d imagine you need to feed every few days, don’t you?” She asked.
“Yeah. Just about.” Della said.

“Well, it’s the same for us. Now, if you’re not killing your prey you can let them rest and come back to them when they’ve had time to recover. If you’re smart, you can get yourself a bunch of dumbass frat boys who think with their dicks and sorta just farm them. It’s still a fair hunt but you’re not depleting your supply. Start killing them on the other hand though…”
“It makes the hunt that much harder.” I finished as I approached the cottage. The lights inside were out. I couldn’t smell anyone inside although there was a faint stink of decay in the air that made me uneasy.
I tried the door. It was locked.
“Let me have a look at that.” Shelby said before she pushed past me. She tried the door as well before violently throwing her weight against it. Part of the door splintered as it swung open.

“Jesus…” I heard Della murmur under her breath as Shelby gestured for us to go inside. The interior of the cottage looked empty. There had once been furniture inside but now it looked as if it had been removed. The place seemed abandoned, save for the smell.
“Something died in here.” I noted as I walked into the cottages kitchen.
“Oh, really? Did your enhanced fucking senses pick that up?” Shelby asked. “Christ… Was she storing bodies in here? What the hell?” She covered her mouth and nose before entering the house after me.

The stink of death was overpowering. I doubted that Shelby could’ve found its source but I could. I wandered from the kitchen and into the hallway. The smell was coming from the bathroom and I braced myself for what I’d find in there as I pushed the door open. The bathtub was filled with water, and I could see the corpse of a woman floating inside. She’d been dead for some time, that much was clear. Her hands and feet were both bound with thick rope. It looked as if she’d been left to drown.

I covered my mouth with my sleeve at the sight of her and made myself step forwards. My eyes immediately went to her neck, looking for signs that she’d been bitten but I saw nothing. Instead, through her partially open mouth I glimpsed the jagged teeth of a siren.
“What is it?” Della called from behind me. She’d stayed outside, by the front door.
“We’ve got another body here!” I called and I could hear Shelby coming up behind me. She paused in the doorway as she saw the body, her eyes widening.
“Shit...” She murmured before hurrying to the side of the tub. “It’s Kate.”

“What happened to her?” I asked and watched as Shelby reached into the water. She lifted up Kate’s shirt, exposing her gills before grimacing in disgust.
“Someone stuffed her gills…” She said quietly.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“They drowned her.” Shelby said, “Put something in her gills so she couldn’t breathe. Look at this…”
Slowly she reached into one of the gills and pulled out something round and dark red. I couldn’t tell what it was at first.
“Cotton balls… Fucking cotton balls. Fuck me…”

“You think Kayla did this?” I asked.
“Who the fuck else would’ve done it?” Shelby snapped. She looked down at the body again before forcing herself to exhale and shake her head.
“This… This is sick. She fucking tortured her! Hell, she didn’t even have the common fucking decency to bury her! She should be in the lake, buried! Not left up here to stink and rot! I-...”She stopped herself before going further and tried to force herself to be composed.
“I’ll need to make sure she’s properly buried before we leave… If you need pictures, evidence. Whatever. Just… Do it now…”
I managed a half nod before taking out my camera. I made it quick.

With the body documented, I left the cottage so Shelby could do what she needed to. Della was standing down by the floating dock, looking out over the misty lake. She looked back at me as I came down to join her.
“Is everything alright?” She asked.
“Yeah…” I replied, feeling tired. I smoothed down my hair as I looked out over the lake.
“The body belonged to Kate. Shelby’s asked to bury it. I think this just confirms that it’s Kayla we’re after.”
“That’s good, isn’t it?” Della asked. I gave a half nod.

“Yeah. The FRB will put out an alert on her. She’ll turn up soon enough…”
“You don’t sound too happy about that.” She noted.
“I’m fine with it. It’s just…” I paused. “She tortured one of her own. A friend from the sounds of it… Who does something like that? Who murders one of their own just because?”
“People do it all the time.” Della said, “I’ve killed people before.”
“Not for the hell of it you didn’t.” I rubbed my temple before sighing. “We’ll look through the cottage after Shelby’s done. See if we can’t find any hint as to where Kayla went.”

I felt Della reach for my hand and let her lace her fingers with mine. For a moment, we just stood there together in silence. In my pocket, I felt my phone buzz and shifted away from her so I could answer it. The number on the display belonged to Davis.
“Davis.” I said as I answered, “Good to hear from you.”
“How’s it going, Marsh?” He replied, “I think you’d be happy to hear that a neighbor just brought us little May Swanson about an hour ago. She’s safe.”
I let out a breath that I didn’t know I’d been holding.

“Perfect… I think I’ve got an ID on our killer. I’ll give you a full update when we meet up later. How’s the kid doing?”
“Scared but unharmed.” Davis said, “Seems like she got a good look at the killer but I’m having trouble getting any details out of her aside from the fact that she drove a blue truck.”
A blue truck.

My eyes shifted over to the blue Ford that was parked by the cottage. I’d assumed that it was Kates although if it had been sitting there for as long as she had, it should have been covered in fallen leaves and snow… It wasn’t.
“Excuse me? A blue truck?” I asked.
“My guess is the kid bolted and hid as soon as her parents got attacked. She must’ve seen the killer driving off.”
I traded a look with Della. She was looking at the truck too now. If that was Kayla’s truck, then she’d been at the cottage recently.

Or she was still there.

Where would a siren at a lakeside cottage hide?

Dellas head shifted to the side, looking over at some movement although she had no time to react before the dock was thrown upwards. Something burst out of the water beside it and as it did, the dock was violently upturned. Della was tossed into the water and as the spray fell I saw the figure of a woman standing in the lake, her eyes fixated on me.

Kayla.

It had been years since I’d seen her, but I recognized her all the same. Her long brown hair clung to her face and that cocky look in her eye was impossible to forget. I dropped my phone and went for the pistol in my belt, but by the time I drew it Kayla had already closed the distance between us. She grabbed the gun in my hand and violently ripped it from my grasp. Her other hand gripped me by the throat and with the same effort one might use to dispatch a child, she slammed me against the ground.
“Well, well. Robert Marsh, wasn’t it?” She coyly hissed. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it handsome?”
She pressed my gun against my forehead, a knowing smile on her lips.

“Credit where it’s due. I wasn’t expecting someone like you to pop in before I was done cleaning up. But hey, shit happens, right?” She tossed the wet hair out of her eyes. “Well. Let’s just call it a happy little accident, shall we? What was that you were just saying on the phone, that kid finally turned up? Good news, right? I was kinda hoping she’d freeze to death but hey, at least I know for sure and that’s what matters! I appreciate the helping hand…”

I saw her finger tighten on the trigger and I looked her dead in the eye. If she was going to shoot me, I at least didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of making me cower. I don’t think it mattered to her either way. All I saw in her was a cold, sadistic anticipation.
“Kayla!”
At the sound of Shelby’s voice, I saw a new expression cross Kayla’s face. Concern. She looked over towards the cottage, to where Shelby stood just outside the back door. I could see a rage on her fact that even made me a little nervous. Kayla on the other hand seemed amused by it.
“Well, well. Hey there Shelby.” She said, “Did the Count here rope you into this? I thought you’d gone native.”
“Leave the vampire alone. We know what you’ve done. You’ve gone way too far this time. You’re not going to outrun it.”

“What? Are you going to have a word with the Elders?” Kayla scoffed, “Please. I know what happened to Silver Lake. There’s nothing left. The Elders are dead, as are our sisters. It’s only you and me now. The last two sisters of Silver Lake.”
“You lost your right to be called Sister when you were exiled!” Shelby snarled.
“Did I? Well then I suppose there goes any incentive I might’ve had not to kill you too.”
Kayla moved to aim the gun at Shelby and in doing so I saw my window and took it. I grabbed at her arm and forced it towards my mouth. She may have been physically stronger than me, but she still bled when bit. Her warm blood filled my mouth as I sank my teeth into her arm and for just a moment, her grip on the gun loosened.

She jerked backwards and I managed to kick her off of me. The gun fell from her grasp and I grabbed at it. From the corner of my eye, I saw Kayla’s eyes dart between myself and Shelby, who’d taken off towards her at a sprint. The woman wasn’t a fool. She knew she was outnumbered. As I tried to aim the gun at her, Kayla kicked me in the jaw before taking off towards her truck. She only barely made it there before Shelby reached her and slammed her into the grille of the Ford, pinning her against it.
“You lured the prey to Silver Lake.” Shelby snarled, “You were the one who doomed it! Their blood is on your hands.”

Kayla gritted her teeth and drove her first into Shelby’s neck, I heard her gag as she struggled to breathe. With a cry of exertion, Shelby was hurled to the ground as Kayla scrambled to the cabin of her truck. By the time Shelby was on her feet again, the engine had roared to life. The truck shot forwards, throwing Shelby up onto the hood where she rolled off and hit the ground in a heap. I forced myself up to my feet and took aim at the windshield. I only got off two shots before the truck hit me too and sent me back to the ground. My ears were ringing but I could see Kayla’s truck shoot backwards. Its rear crashed against my sedan before veering off the side of the driveway and backing out onto the road. A moment later, she was gone leaving only the sound of squealing rubber in her wake.

I could see Shelby starting to pick herself up, wincing in pain as she did. From the corner of my eye, I watched Della crawling out of the lake. She rushed to my side as I made myself stand.
“She’s going after the Swanson kid…” I rasped. “We’ve got to warn Davis.” I spotted my phone on the ground nearby and gestured to it. Della picked it up. She handed it to me and I dialed the number. Shelby stared bitterly in the direction Kayla had driven off in. She was ahead of us, but we weren’t out of the fight yet.

Part of me had hoped that we’d catch up to Kayla on the road, but we didn’t see a single trace of her. I wondered if perhaps she’d only suggested she was going after the child to throw us off. Send us back to Toronto so she could go elsewhere. I wasn’t going to bet on that, though. It was past sunset by the time we made it back to Toronto. We didn’t bother heading to Davis’ office. We knew he wouldn’t be there and neither would May Swanson. Rick Davis was many things but naive, he wasn’t.

Instead, we headed towards the city's west end, Etobicoke. It had been some time since I’d needed to visit Davis’ apartment there. It wasn’t his home. I’d never actually been to his home before, but I’d been to the apartment. He and a few of his associates had used it before as a safehouse. If there were any place he’d take May Swanson, it would be there. The apartment was in a more suburban part of town, in a duplex on a quiet and unassuming street. I parked the sedan out front and got out. My body was still a little sore from being run over by a mermaid serial killer earlier, but I knew I could manage.
“Doesn’t look like Kayla found him.” Della noted as we got out and went for the front door. I paused as soon as I noticed that it was open just a crack. Immediately I went for my gun and pushed my way inside. The apartment was dark but I could smell fresh blood. In the dim light, I could see a man lying against the wall. Alive, but wounded. Davis.

I swore under my breath and rushed to his side and heard him groan in pain. I could see the gash in his neck. He was losing blood. Fast. I put some pressure on his wound, trying to stop the bleeding if I could.
“Marsh…” He rasped. “The kid…”
“She’s here.” I called to the others, “She’s got the kid!”
I could hear Della behind me, her hand replaced my own to put pressure on Davis’ wound. Outside, I could hear the roar of an engine. We’d just missed her.

I took off like a shot, rushing past Shelby through the door and back out onto the street. I could see the taillights of the truck just down the street and I took aim. It was reckless, but I had no other choice. I squeezed off three shots before I heard the pop of Kayla’s rear tires. Her truck swerved and jerked, careening into another parked car. The Ford all but crushed it.

I kept my gun raised as I approached the crash. I saw one of the truck doors swing open. The small shape of a child dropped out onto the street and desperately tried to run. The driver's side door opened and I watched as Kayla stepped out. She straightened the ranchers hat on her head before fixing me in a frustrated glare.
“Terrible timing, Marsh.” She hissed. “Absolutely fucking terrible.”
“You’re not getting the kid, Kayla.” I said. “It’s over.”

“Oh? It’s over, says the prissy little vampire cop?” She scoffed, “You think I’m going to throw in the towel just because you tell me to? I’ve been an apex fucking predator for longer than you’ve been alive, vampire! It’s in my blood! My very nature! There’s no changing it. I am what I am, and what I am sweetheart… Is fucking hungry!

She took a step towards me, but I wasn’t going to let her close the distance this time. I pulled the trigger. The bullet struck her in the shoulder but it didn’t stop her. She threw herself at me and not a single bullet I fired was enough to slow her down. Then from the corner of my eye I saw movement. Something grabbed her and yanked her to the side, forcing her to the ground. In the streetlights, I saw Shelby standing over Kayla, keeping her pinned.
“Sorry, cowgirl. But the bullshit stops now!"

She snarled before breaking her nose. Her hands closed around Kayla’s throat, ready to choke the life out of her and I put a hand on Shelby’s shoulder. I kept my gun trained Kayla.
“Don’t!” I warned her.
“Why? You know she deserves it. We should stuff her gills… Drown her like she drowned Kate…”
“Not right here, Shelby.”
She opened her mouth to protest before she saw exactly what I meant.

The gunshots and commotion hadn’t gone unnoticed. People had come out of their houses. Countless eyes were upon us. This wasn’t the place to put a mad dog down, even if she had it coming. I saw Shelby’s grip on Kayla’s neck loosen. I kept my gun trained on her head, but she was out cold. She’d stay that way until the distant police sirens made it to us.

Detective Davis was lucky, as was May Swanson. Both came out of that night alive. I suppose Kayla was lucky that she did too… It wasn’t easy to keep Shelby from finishing the job behind closed doors, but I managed to convince her to settle for detention. It was a small comfort to see Kayla shipped off somewhere where I doubted she’d ever see the light of day again. Personally, I wouldn’t have minded seeing her put down, but I don’t make those rules. All I do is enforce them as best I can.

When Della and I parted ways with Shelby back in Tevam Sound the next day, I honestly was hoping I’d see her again and maybe I will. Only under better circumstances. Maybe next time, I can see what kind of life she’s carved out for herself. Maybe someday I can have one of my own.
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2020.11.28 16:35 HeadOfSpectre The Siren

One thing I’ve learned throughout my long life is that people aren’t as different from every other species on earth as they think they are. What some might call the traits that make us human aren’t all that exclusive to us. Rats are capable of empathy, gibbons form families that are much like our own and elephants mourn their dead just like we do. The emotional complexity of the other creatures on this earth is a fascinating subject… but there is a dark side to it.

Dolphins are capable of rape. Polar bears have been known to cannibalize each other and killing just for fun is a common behavior exhibited by many predators. Hell, if you looked through the animal kingdom I’m confident you’d find them committing just about every single abominable act under the sun. The only thing that really sets humanity apart is that we’re a little more self aware. We’re not above the depravity but we try to be. Maybe that counts for something. I really can’t say.

What fascinates me though, are the things that imitate humanity. Those beings who look like us, act like us and talk like us but aren’t strictly speaking human. I’m sure you’ve heard of Fae, for instance. They’re all over the spectrum. They’re intelligent (mostly) and although a few of the less human-like groups have no interest in pretending; some of them are damn near indistinguishable from anyone you’d pass on the street. You could drive yourself mad wondering about the nature of humanity. Where it begins or what is it that truly separates us from the animals. Intelligence, self awareness, empathy or something else entirely? I myself couldn’t even begin to come up with an answer and that’s a shame. You see, I hunt monsters for a living. You wouldn’t think it would be difficult to tell the difference between a person and an animal, but when most of the people you deal with aren’t technically human, that line can easily blur. It’s always those cases that stay with me. Putting down a mindless animal is one thing but going up against something that’s not all that different from you… Well… That’s a lot more complicated.

My name is Robert Marsh and I’m not exactly human myself. Not anymore. It shouldn’t be surprising that I’ve had quite a bit of experience with the supernatural… enough so that when it starts threatening regular people, I’m the one they call.

The International Fae Relations Bureaus Department of Public Safety didn’t normally poke their heads into isolated incidents. Strange bodies turning up every now and again were small potatoes. As grim as it sounds, shit happens. People run into all sorts of nasty creatures from time to time. There’s no way to stop it. However when a pattern comes up, that’s something they can’t ignore and when the latest incident involves a whole family of five turning up dead, that’s when I get a call.

The Swanson's had been a moderately well off family, living in a pretty house off of a country road. Well off the beaten path. It was an hours drive from my modest little apartment but at least I didn’t make it alone.

Della Rose, a woman with whom I’d had a complicated relationship with in the past sat beside me. When we’d first met and dated, she’d been just an ordinary girl and contrary to what pop culture might have some people believe, romance between ordinary girls and vampires doesn’t ever end well. It had been a few months since she’d come back into my life and circumstance had made it necessary to curse her with the same immortality that I tolerated. It had been a hasty decision, but better than leaving her to die. I didn’t turn her for the sake of company. I’m not quite that selfish… If there was a future for us, we weren’t quite ready for that discussion. For the time being, I was content to simply help her adjust to her new eternal life and to that end, she’d been helping me with my work. It had been years since I’d had a partner and so far, that arrangement had worked out nicely.

I could see the flashing lights of the police sirens cutting through the dark, marking the Swanson house as we drew near and pulled up the long driveway. I caught the eyes of a couple wary uniformed officers as we pulled up to the house but they didn’t try and stop me. Near the front door, I could see the shadow of a portly man in his forties. I recognized him even before I saw his face. Detective Rick Davis. An old friend of mine.

As Della and I got out of the car, Davis waited for us in the doorway. He took a final drag on his cigarette and watched us as we approached the door before he snuffed it and let us in.
“Nice to see you again Marsh.” He said. All business as usual. The inside of the Swanson house looked almost immaculately clean. You could have probably used it as a showhome. It was just the three of us in the house. As per standard protocol, the other officers had been removed from the scene prior to our arrival. It was better that they not see too much of us.

“Always a pleasure, Detective.” I replied. His gaze lingered on Della, a hint of mistrust in his eyes although he kept his mouth shut about that. “What are we looking at?” I asked. Best to keep things on track. Davis nodded towards the stairway.
“Bodies are upstairs in the main bedroom. Four victims. Two adults, two children.” He said.
“Four victims?” I asked, “I heard it was a family of five.”
“The youngest child, May is currently missing. We think that maybe they might have fled. We’ve got some officers searching for her now.”
“You think they ran?” I asked. Davis just shrugged and turned to lead us up the stairs.
“Possibly. I can’t imagine our perp was interested in kidnapping given the mess they left.”
He led us into the bedroom and stopped outside the door.
“See for yourself.”

I nodded at him before opening the door. I’d seen my fair share of corpses in the past, but seeing a child had never gotten easier. I’d known what I was walking into and grimaced at the sight of the still bodies on the floor. Beside me, Della let out a quiet gasp.
“Jesus…” She murmured as I stepped inside.
The man who used to be Mr. Swanson was on the bed, naked as the day he’d been born. His body was as pale as alabaster. His wife lay close to the door, crumpled on the floor and her two children were scattered about close to her.

The first thing I noticed was the blood, or the lack of it. Mr. Swanson had almost none around him although I could clearly see several bite marks on his body. Most of them were on his shoulders and some of them looked as if they’d been healing. Most of them. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the ragged chunk torn out of his throat had been what had killed him. His wife and children on the other hand hadn’t been drained. They had been bitten, that much was clear but their bodies each had one single, fatal bite to the throat. From the look of it, they hadn’t fought much either. I imagined all three of them, lined up by the bed and quietly waiting their turn as the killer picked them off methodically…

“What did this? Della asked quietly, “Another vampire?” She stood over the bodies of the wife and children, careful to avoid stepping in the pool of blood that stained the carpet beneath them.
“Vampires aren’t the only hemovores out there.” I murmured as I leaned over the body of Mr. Swanson. I shifted his head to get a better look at the wound in his neck. The bite looked jagged, as if the flesh had been torn at. I studied the healing bites on his shoulders as well. Those looked to be a few days old. The bites been cleaner and hadn’t gotten much treatment.

“What else could have done this?” Della asked.
“My guess? A Siren.” I said before standing up. I gestured for her to join me by Mr. Swanson's corpse. “See the bite marks on his shoulders? Those are a few days old. They were healing. That’s usually where most sirens bite. Reduces the chance of killing the prey. If they go for the throat, well…”
Della looked at the ragged wound in Mr. Swanson's throat. She got the point.
“Bite pattern looks consistent too.” I noted, “Sirens have a mouth like a shark. Made to rip and tear… A siren would also explain the position of the bodies.”
“How?” Della asked. From the corner of my eye, I saw Davis leaning against the doorframe, listening intently.
“Well, what do we know about sirens from mythology?” I asked.

“They sing?” Della asked. She looked at me, then at Davis for confirmation.
“They hypnotize.” Davis said. “And they’re supposedly so beautiful that they’re irresistible to men. Like a honey trap, right?”
“More or less.” I said. “Reality isn’t all that far off. Most Sirens are female. They tend to target men looking for sex and then feed off them. They’re hemovores, just like us only they’ve also got a natural hypnosis to make the process easier. It doesn’t work on everyone, but it might explain why the wife and kids just stood there while our killer picked them off. They probably walked in on dinner.”
“Why not drain the wife and kids though?” Della asked.
“The stomach can only hold so much blood.” She’d already drained the husband. That’s enough to keep her fed for days.”
“So that’s it then.” Davis said, “I don’t suppose a siren might be behind the other bodies we’ve found?”

“It’s possible.” I said. “These days you don’t see as many siren deaths and you shouldn’t see any this close to Toronto… It doesn’t add up. They usually stay away from urban areas and most of their communities have rules against killing these days. It’s easier to stay hidden without bodies piling up. It still happens from time to time. Victims tend to get… addicted to them. They keep seeking the siren out. She accidentally takes too much, too fast and hides the body.”
“Well as of tonight, we’re at eleven victims in the past three weeks so obviously something isn’t right.” Davis said.
“Eleven?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Just like this?”
“That we know about. I can send you the reports. Same bite marks, same lack of blood. The whole shebang.” Davis replied.
“Why wasn’t the FRB contacted sooner?”

He shrugged.
“Most of them were nobodies. Bums downtown and all that jazz. A few were found in the water. We had no way to confirm anything strange was afoot… At least until now.”
“Christ…” I rubbed my temples. This wasn’t good. “That’s just in the GTA, right? What about outside? Northern Ontario, Quebec, maybe around the border?”
“I can check.” Davis said, “What exactly are you looking for?”
“I want to know where she’s hunting.” I replied, “Then maybe we can figure out where she’s coming from. There aren’t any active siren communities anywhere near the GTA so she’s got to be a stray.”
I watched as Davis scribbled some notes down in his pad.

“Get that information to me as soon as you can… In the meanwhile, I’m going to reach out to an old friend. See if she might know something.”
“A friend?” Davis asked.
“Somewhat. She might know a thing or two about any other sirens in the area. Maybe she’ll have an idea as to who we’re looking for.”
Davis gave a nod before closing his notepad.
“Alright then. I’ll let you know what I can dig up. I’ll leave you to finish up here.”
I nodded in return before taking out my camera to document the scene.

When Della and I left the Swanson house, we didn’t head back to our apartment. The night was young and it was the ideal time for a long drive. I could sense Dellas unease as she sat beside me. She didn’t need to say what was on her mind for me to know what was bothering her.
“It’s okay to be upset, you know.” I said. “It doesn’t get easier, no matter how long you live.”
“I don’t know if I should be comforted by that or not…” She murmured, “The smell was what bothered me the most. I could smell them starting to… Jesus…”
I offered her a comforting hand and she quietly took it.
“I get killing the wife to cover her tracks but the kids… What does that? I thought you told me Sirens weren’t that much different than us?”

“Most aren’t.” I replied. “Eleven victims though. Probably more… Think about it. You and I can feed without killing a person. Sirens can do the same. So why leave that big of a trail?”
Della grimaced. She didn’t answer, but she knew what I was getting at.
Our killer wasn’t killing for food. She was killing for fun.

Tevam Sound was almost a four hour drive away but it was more than worth it. Della and I spent some of the evening in an inexpensive motel in town before I went out looking for my contact. I knew she wasn’t going to be happy to see me, but the only other Siren I knew wasn’t exactly a local. I needed someone who was.

Shelby looked like an attractive girl in her mid twenties with short red curls and green eyes that seemed to shimmer like sunlight on the surface of a lake. She favored cutoff shorts and loose fitting tops that showed off her body and only barely hid the gills on her sides. At a glance, it would’ve been hard not to admire her and that was probably exactly what she wanted. Della and I just so happened to run into her at the local drug store. She’d been in one of the aisles when she spotted us and the moment she saw us, she knew it wasn’t an accident. I could see her brow furrow slightly and the ever so slight tense of her muscles. She watched me closely as I approached her, holding her ground as if she expected a fight.

“Well, well. Robert Marsh.” She said as I drew nearer. “Look, if you’re here about the cat food incident. It’s been thirty years. Just let it go.”
“Cat food incident?” Della asked. I ignored her.
“It’s nice to see you too, Shelby. You look nice. How’s domestic life treating you?”
Her lip curled upwards in an irritated snarl, exposing some of her jagged teeth.

“Peaceful and quiet.” She replied after a moment's hesitation. “I know this isn’t a social call. What do you want?”
“Why don’t we talk about that in private?” I asked. She scoffed.
“You ambush me at the drug store and then ask if we can talk in private? Seriously?”
“I knew you wouldn’t answer the door if I came to your house.”
“So you followed me?” She asked, then raised an eyebrow at Della. “Who’s the broad, and why didn’t she try to talk some sense into you?”
“This is Della. She’s a close friend.” I said.
“Is she now? And here I always thought you were gay... I’m in a hurry so talk fast.”
She picked a bottle of aspirin off the shelf and dropped it into the basket she had slung over one arm before continuing down the aisle. I followed her.

“I was hoping you might be able to help me find another Siren.”
“What? I’m not good enough for you?” She asked.
“A specific Siren. She’s left a hell of a trail of bodies.”
“Well it’s not me. I get my blood from tinder and I don’t leave bodies.”
Shelby rounded a corner and headed into another aisle where she stopped to look through the selection of tea.
“I figured it wasn’t. I’m looking for a stray. The kind that kills for fun.”
She paused. I saw a flicker in her eyes.

“I’ve got eleven bodies in the GTA over the past three weeks and I’m positive there’s more that haven’t been found yet.”
“Of course there’s more.” She said quietly before sighing, “Anybody get a good look at her?”
“There might be one witness but they’re MIA.” I said. “I don’t suppose there was anyone you can think of from the community at Silver Lake before… well…”
“Before everyone died. You don’t need to tiptoe around it. I got my closure. I’ve moved on.” Shelby said. “What kind of tea is best for headaches? I can’t tell the difference.”
“Ginger root or peppermint.” I said. She took one box of each.

“Any sister who was at Silver Lake is either dead or fled further north.” She said thoughtfully, “I doubt you’d have any luck asking around up there… I do remember that there was an incident about a year before everything went tits up though. A couple sisters had gotten bold and were luring prey into the community. I’m pretty sure Kayla was the one in charge. You remember her, right? The one with the stupid cowboy hat. Anyways, turns out some of the prey they lured was a little too young and she was always way too kill happy. They pushed the envelope a little too far, too many times and got kicked out for their trouble. Too little, too late if you ask me. It was probably their little stunt that led to the community getting discovered and wiped out.”
“Do you know where they went afterwards?” I asked. Shelby shrugged.

“I can’t say… I might’ve heard something about another sister in the area though…” She paused to think for a moment. “Yeah… Yeah, some of the students down at the University were having a party and I usually stop by since it’s easy pickings. I saw this one guy at the bar who was drunk off his ass and talking about a girl he’d fucked who’d bitten him. I guess it kinda sounded like Kayla. It definitely wasn’t me... I don’t exactly follow through with my prey. My sexual preference is dinner, so I tend to eat and run. But other than that I haven’t seen any signs of another sister in the area.”
“You didn’t happen to catch his name, did you?” Della asked hopefully.
“The bartender called him Derrick, I think? I haven’t seen him around since.”
Della went for her phone to message Davis.
“Is there anything else you might know?” I asked, “Anything at all?”

“Hate to say it but that’s all I’ve got.” Shelby said with a shrug. “Kayla’s gang are the only strays in the area I know about although most of them ditched her shortly after they got kicked out. One of them got killed for hunting in our territory and I heard another found a home south of the border. As for Kayla and her third friend, they dropped off the face of the earth… Could be you’re after two sisters. Either way, watch your ass. Especially if it is Kayla.”
“Noted.” I murmured.
“Davis says that Derrick Jackson’s body was found in Mississauga last week. Drained of blood, just like the others.” Della said, looking up at me and Shelby. “If Kayla was the one who attacked him…”
“She would’ve wanted to finish the job.” Shelby said. She pursed her lips before she sighed.
“Fuck me… Regardless of whether or not it is her, you two are going to have a hell of a time against a sister.”
“Are you offering to help?” I asked.

Offering.” She scoffed, “That’s funny. You’re not going to take out a sister without another sister on your side and as much and I don’t really feel all warm and fuzzy about sending you to get killed, even if you are a whiny prick.”
“We took down a ghoul a few weeks ago.” Della said, “It can’t be that much harder, can it?”
“My 1200 year old mother could pop a ghouls skull and she’s been dead for fifty years.” She replied. “Look, I’ve got to take care of something first. Make some arrangements and all that… But I can be ready to go in an hour. Maybe two.”
“We can wait around.'' I replied.”
“No shit, Count Fagula. One hour. I’ll meet you back at my place. It’ll be just like old times.” She clapped me on the shoulder before turning to leave us. As soon as she was gone, Della looked over at me.

“So…” She asked, “How exactly do you two know each other?”
“It’s complicated.” I replied, “I’ll tell you later. Right now, I think I need a drink.”

True to her word, we met up with Shelby about an hour later. She carried a small backpack with her and stood waiting by the front porch of a small but quaint suburban house. I thought I could see someone watching from the upstairs windows, but I didn’t get a good look at them.
“Everything taken care of?” I asked as Shelby got into my back seat.
“It’s fine. Let’s just get this over with.” She replied as I took off.
“I have to say, I never expected you of all people to end up going domestic. I would’ve figured you’d have gone up north with the others.”
“There’s no food up north.” Shelby replied, “Tevam Sound’s small but it’s got a steady, rotating supply of fresh blood.”
“And I’m sure that’s the only reason you stayed.” I teased. Through the rearview mirror, I could catch her glaring at me.
“I have a good friend in town. We have an arrangement. I reached out to a friend of mine. There’s a cottage a few hours from here owned by a ‘Kate Silver.’ I thought it might be a good place to look.”
“Kate Silver?” Della asked.

“Kate was one of the sisters who was kicked out with Kayla and the only one who isn’t accounted for. A lot of Sisters use the name of their community as a surname. Kate was always kinda a yes man. If I had to take a guess, I’d say she’s still with Kayla.”
“It’s a good place to start.” I said, “So. What’s the address?”
“415 Kings Trail. It’s a little bit past Sudbury but it’s right on the water and out of our territory. Not a bad place to hide if you ask me.”
“Isn’t that a little far from Toronto?” Della asked.
“It is, but even if Kate isn’t involved she might lead us to Kayla.” I replied. “We might as well talk to her.”
Della put the address into her phone and I looked back at Shelby. She was already looking at her own phone and tapping away at it.

“You sure you’re okay leaving your friend alone?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t know she’d be alright.” She replied. “Trust me. She can take care of herself. Just keep your eyes on the road and your head out of your ass and everything will turn out fine.”
I nodded and looked ahead at the road.

It was around 1 in the afternoon when we made it to the cottage. The sky was overcast and the air had a winter chill to it. The roads were nearly empty. Next to nobody was up in cottage country at that time of year. It was a lonely place that would’ve been a perfect place to hide. King’s Trail ran adjacent to a lake and a wispy mist hovered over the surface of the water.
“We got a new email from Davis.” Della said as we drove along the narrow road, “Looks like our number of victims has gone up to about thirty seven. Almost all of them were found in water. Most of them were killed during the past month.”
“Where exactly were they found?” I asked.
“All over the place. French River, Parry Sound, Gravenhurst, Barrie…”
“So between Sudbury and Toronto.” Shelby said, “I guess she commutes.”

I spotted a sign for 415 and turned down the driveway.
“It also places her in this area.” I said. The cottage ahead of us looked run down. Its wood paneling looked as if it was peeling off the exterior and had outright fallen off in some places. It looked abandoned but I spotted a blue Ford truck parked in the driveway. Somebody was clearly home.
I parked my sedan behind it before getting out.
“Why travel such a long distance though?” Della asked as she got out.
“Supply, probably.” Shelby replied, “I’d imagine you need to feed every few days, don’t you?” She asked.
“Yeah. Just about.” Della said.

“Well, it’s the same for us. Now, if you’re not killing your prey you can let them rest and come back to them when they’ve had time to recover. If you’re smart, you can get yourself a bunch of dumbass frat boys who think with their dicks and sorta just farm them. It’s still a fair hunt but you’re not depleting your supply. Start killing them on the other hand though…”
“It makes the hunt that much harder.” I finished as I approached the cottage. The lights inside were out. I couldn’t smell anyone inside although there was a faint stink of decay in the air that made me uneasy.
I tried the door. It was locked.
“Let me have a look at that.” Shelby said before she pushed past me. She tried the door as well before violently throwing her weight against it. Part of the door splintered as it swung open.

“Jesus…” I heard Della murmur under her breath as Shelby gestured for us to go inside. The interior of the cottage looked empty. There had once been furniture inside but now it looked as if it had been removed. The place seemed abandoned, save for the smell.
“Something died in here.” I noted as I walked into the cottages kitchen.
“Oh, really? Did your enhanced fucking senses pick that up?” Shelby asked. “Christ… Was she storing bodies in here? What the hell?” She covered her mouth and nose before entering the house after me.

The stink of death was overpowering. I doubted that Shelby could’ve found its source but I could. I wandered from the kitchen and into the hallway. The smell was coming from the bathroom and I braced myself for what I’d find in there as I pushed the door open. The bathtub was filled with water, and I could see the corpse of a woman floating inside. She’d been dead for some time, that much was clear. Her hands and feet were both bound with thick rope. It looked as if she’d been left to drown.

I covered my mouth with my sleeve at the sight of her and made myself step forwards. My eyes immediately went to her neck, looking for signs that she’d been bitten but I saw nothing. Instead, through her partially open mouth I glimpsed the jagged teeth of a siren.
“What is it?” Della called from behind me. She’d stayed outside, by the front door.
“We’ve got another body here!” I called and I could hear Shelby coming up behind me. She paused in the doorway as she saw the body, her eyes widening.
“Shit...” She murmured before hurrying to the side of the tub. “It’s Kate.”

“What happened to her?” I asked and watched as Shelby reached into the water. She lifted up Kate’s shirt, exposing her gills before grimacing in disgust.
“Someone stuffed her gills…” She said quietly.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“They drowned her.” Shelby said, “Put something in her gills so she couldn’t breathe. Look at this…”
Slowly she reached into one of the gills and pulled out something round and dark red. I couldn’t tell what it was at first.
“Cotton balls… Fucking cotton balls. Fuck me…”

“You think Kayla did this?” I asked.
“Who the fuck else would’ve done it?” Shelby snapped. She looked down at the body again before forcing herself to exhale and shake her head.
“This… This is sick. She fucking tortured her! Hell, she didn’t even have the common fucking decency to bury her! She should be in the lake, buried! Not left up here to stink and rot! I-...” She stopped herself before going further and tried to force herself to be composed.
“I’ll need to make sure she’s properly buried before we leave… If you need pictures, evidence. Whatever. Just… Do it now…”
I managed a half nod before taking out my camera. I made it quick.

With the body documented, I left the cottage so Shelby could do what she needed to. Della was standing down by the floating dock, looking out over the misty lake. She looked back at me as I came down to join her.
“Is everything alright?” She asked.
“Yeah…” I replied, feeling tired. I smoothed down my hair as I looked out over the lake.
“The body belonged to Kate. Shelby’s asked to bury it. I think this just confirms that it’s Kayla we’re after.”
“That’s good, isn’t it?” Della asked. I gave a half nod.

“Yeah. The FRB will put out an alert on her. She’ll turn up soon enough…”
“You don’t sound too happy about that.” She noted.
“I’m fine with it. It’s just…” I paused. “She tortured one of her own. A friend from the sounds of it… Who does something like that? Who murders one of their own just because?”
“People do it all the time.” Della said, “I’ve killed people before.”
“Not for the hell of it you didn’t.” I rubbed my temple before sighing. “We’ll look through the cottage after Shelby’s done. See if we can’t find any hint as to where Kayla went.”

I felt Della reach for my hand and let her lace her fingers with mine. For a moment, we just stood there together in silence. In my pocket, I felt my phone buzz and shifted away from her so I could answer it. The number on the display belonged to Davis.
“Davis.” I said as I answered, “Good to hear from you.”
“How’s it going, Marsh?” He replied, “I think you’d be happy to hear that a neighbor just brought us little May Swanson about an hour ago. She’s safe.”
I let out a breath that I didn’t know I’d been holding.

“Perfect… I think I’ve got an ID on our killer. I’ll give you a full update when we meet up later. How’s the kid doing?”
“Scared but unharmed.” Davis said, “Seems like she got a good look at the killer but I’m having trouble getting any details out of her aside from the fact that she drove a blue truck.”
A blue truck.

My eyes shifted over to the blue Ford that was parked by the cottage. I’d assumed that it was Kates although if it had been sitting there for as long as she had, it should have been covered in fallen leaves and snow… It wasn’t.
“Excuse me? A blue truck?” I asked.
“My guess is the kid bolted and hid as soon as her parents got attacked. She must’ve seen the killer driving off.”
I traded a look with Della. She was looking at the truck too now. If that was Kayla’s truck, then she’d been at the cottage recently.

Or she was still there.

Where would a siren at a lakeside cottage hide?

Dellas head shifted to the side, looking over at some movement although she had no time to react before the dock was thrown upwards. Something burst out of the water beside it and as it did, the dock was violently upturned. Della was tossed into the water and as the spray fell I saw the figure of a woman standing in the lake, her eyes fixated on me.

Kayla.

It had been years since I’d seen her, but I recognized her all the same. Her long brown hair clung to her face and that cocky look in her eye was impossible to forget. I dropped my phone and went for the pistol in my belt, but by the time I drew it Kayla had already closed the distance between us. She grabbed the gun in my hand and violently ripped it from my grasp. Her other hand gripped me by the throat and with the same effort one might use to dispatch a child, she slammed me against the ground.
“Well, well. Robert Marsh, wasn’t it?” She coyly hissed. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it handsome?”
She pressed my gun against my forehead, a knowing smile on her lips.

“Credit where it’s due. I wasn’t expecting someone like you to pop in before I was done cleaning up. But hey, shit happens, right?” She tossed the wet hair out of her eyes. “Well. Let’s just call it a happy little accident, shall we? What was that you were just saying on the phone, that kid finally turned up? Good news, right? I was kinda hoping she’d freeze to death but hey, at least I know for sure and that’s what matters! I appreciate the helping hand…”

I saw her finger tighten on the trigger and I looked her dead in the eye. If she was going to shoot me, I at least didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of making me cower. I don’t think it mattered to her either way. All I saw in her was a cold, sadistic anticipation.
“Kayla!”
At the sound of Shelby’s voice, I saw a new expression cross Kayla’s face. Concern. She looked over towards the cottage, to where Shelby stood just outside the back door. I could see a rage on her fact that even made me a little nervous. Kayla on the other hand seemed amused by it.
“Well, well. Hey there Shelby.” She said, “Did the Count here rope you into this? I thought you’d gone native.”
“Leave the vampire alone. We know what you’ve done. You’ve gone way too far this time. You’re not going to outrun it.”

“What? Are you going to have a word with the Elders?” Kayla scoffed, “Please. I know what happened to Silver Lake. There’s nothing left. The Elders are dead, as are our sisters. It’s only you and me now. The last two sisters of Silver Lake.”
“You lost your right to be called Sister when you were exiled!” Shelby snarled.
“Did I? Well then I suppose there goes any incentive I might’ve had not to kill you too.”
Kayla moved to aim the gun at Shelby and in doing so I saw my window and took it. I grabbed at her arm and forced it towards my mouth. She may have been physically stronger than me, but she still bled when bit. Her warm blood filled my mouth as I sank my teeth into her arm and for just a moment, her grip on the gun loosened.

She jerked backwards and I managed to kick her off of me. The gun fell from her grasp and I grabbed at it. From the corner of my eye, I saw Kayla’s eyes dart between myself and Shelby, who’d taken off towards her at a sprint. The woman wasn’t a fool. She knew she was outnumbered. As I tried to aim the gun at her, Kayla kicked me in the jaw before taking off towards her truck. She only barely made it there before Shelby reached her and slammed her into the grille of the Ford, pinning her against it.
“You lured the prey to Silver Lake.” Shelby snarled, “You were the one who doomed it! Their blood is on your hands.”

Kayla gritted her teeth and drove her first into Shelby’s neck, I heard her gag as she struggled to breathe. With a cry of exertion, Shelby was hurled to the ground as Kayla scrambled to the cabin of her truck. By the time Shelby was on her feet again, the engine had roared to life. The truck shot forwards, throwing Shelby up onto the hood where she rolled off and hit the ground in a heap. I forced myself up to my feet and took aim at the windshield. I only got off two shots before the truck hit me too and sent me back to the ground. My ears were ringing but I could see Kayla’s truck shoot backwards. Its rear crashed against my sedan before veering off the side of the driveway and backing out onto the road. A moment later, she was gone leaving only the sound of squealing rubber in her wake.

I could see Shelby starting to pick herself up, wincing in pain as she did. From the corner of my eye, I watched Della crawling out of the lake. She rushed to my side as I made myself stand.
“She’s going after the Swanson kid…” I rasped. “We’ve got to warn Davis.” I spotted my phone on the ground nearby and gestured to it. Della picked it up. She handed it to me and I dialed the number. Shelby stared bitterly in the direction Kayla had driven off in. She was ahead of us, but we weren’t out of the fight yet.

Part of me had hoped that we’d catch up to Kayla on the road, but we didn’t see a single trace of her. I wondered if perhaps she’d only suggested she was going after the child to throw us off. Send us back to Toronto so she could go elsewhere. I wasn’t going to bet on that, though. It was past sunset by the time we made it back to Toronto. We didn’t bother heading to Davis’ office. We knew he wouldn’t be there and neither would May Swanson. Rick Davis was many things but naive, he wasn’t.

Instead, we headed towards the city's west end, Etobicoke. It had been some time since I’d needed to visit Davis’ apartment there. It wasn’t his home. I’d never actually been to his home before, but I’d been to the apartment. He and a few of his associates had used it before as a safehouse. If there were any place he’d take May Swanson, it would be there. The apartment was in a more suburban part of town, in a duplex on a quiet and unassuming street. I parked the sedan out front and got out. My body was still a little sore from being run over by a mermaid serial killer earlier, but I knew I could manage.
“Doesn’t look like Kayla found him.” Della noted as we got out and went for the front door. I paused as soon as I noticed that it was open just a crack. Immediately I went for my gun and pushed my way inside. The apartment was dark but I could smell fresh blood. In the dim light, I could see a man lying against the wall. Alive, but wounded. Davis.

I swore under my breath and rushed to his side and heard him groan in pain. I could see the gash in his neck. He was losing blood. Fast. I put some pressure on his wound, trying to stop the bleeding if I could.
“Marsh…” He rasped. “The kid…”
“She’s here.” I called to the others, “She’s got the kid!”
I could hear Della behind me, her hand replaced my own to put pressure on Davis’ wound. Outside, I could hear the roar of an engine. We’d just missed her.

I took off like a shot, rushing past Shelby through the door and back out onto the street. I could see the taillights of the truck just down the street and I took aim. It was reckless, but I had no other choice. I squeezed off three shots before I heard the pop of Kayla’s rear tires. Her truck swerved and jerked, careening into another parked car. The Ford all but crushed it.

I kept my gun raised as I approached the crash. I saw one of the truck doors swing open. The small shape of a child dropped out onto the street and desperately tried to run. The driver's side door opened and I watched as Kayla stepped out. She straightened the ranchers hat on her head before fixing me in a frustrated glare.
“Terrible timing, Marsh.” She hissed. “Absolutely fucking terrible.”
“You’re not getting the kid, Kayla.” I said. “It’s over.”

“Oh? It’s over, says the prissy little vampire cop?” She scoffed, “You think I’m going to throw in the towel just because you tell me to? I’ve been an apex fucking predator for longer than you’ve been alive, vampire! It’s in my blood! My very nature! There’s no changing it. I am what I am, and what I am sweetheart… Is fucking hungry!

She took a step towards me, but I wasn’t going to let her close the distance this time. I pulled the trigger. The bullet struck her in the shoulder but it didn’t stop her. She threw herself at me and not a single bullet I fired was enough to slow her down. Then from the corner of my eye I saw movement. Something grabbed her and yanked her to the side, forcing her to the ground. In the streetlights, I saw Shelby standing over Kayla, keeping her pinned.
“Sorry, cowgirl. But the bullshit stops now!"

She snarled before breaking her nose. Her hands closed around Kayla’s throat, ready to choke the life out of her and I put a hand on Shelby’s shoulder. I kept my gun trained Kayla.
“Don’t!” I warned her.
“Why? You know she deserves it. We should stuff her gills… Drown her like she drowned Kate…”
“Not right here, Shelby.”
She opened her mouth to protest before she saw exactly what I meant.

The gunshots and commotion hadn’t gone unnoticed. People had come out of their houses. Countless eyes were upon us. This wasn’t the place to put a mad dog down, even if she had it coming. I saw Shelby’s grip on Kayla’s neck loosen. I kept my gun trained on her head, but she was out cold. She’d stay that way until the distant police sirens made it to us.

Detective Davis was lucky, as was May Swanson. Both came out of that night alive. I suppose Kayla was lucky that she did too… It wasn’t easy to keep Shelby from finishing the job behind closed doors, but I managed to convince her to settle for detention. It was a small comfort to see Kayla shipped off somewhere where I doubted she’d ever see the light of day again. Personally, I wouldn’t have minded seeing her put down, but I don’t make those rules. All I do is enforce them as best I can.

When Della and I parted ways with Shelby back in Tevam Sound the next day, I honestly was hoping I’d see her again and maybe I will. Only under better circumstances. Maybe next time, I can see what kind of life she’s carved out for herself. Maybe someday I can have one of my own.
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2020.11.25 23:11 throwaway_newtovic Complete newbie looking for a group

Hello everyone,
I recently moved to Victoria for an academic-related work opportunity.
I was wondering whether there were any groups looking for new members to play DnD (or just about anything)? I am almost completely new, but I'm willing and eager to learn.
Please comment below, or send me a message if you're interested in having someone new join your group :)
EDIT (about me):
I recently graduated with a PhD from a university in Ontario (science subject) and I’m in my mid 30s. Im not gay/trans myself but of course i would play with anyone from the LGBTQ+ community. I’m fine with alcohol/weed, however I don’t do either that often myself.
I’ve played DnD a few times when I was a masters student (not sure about the version), but that was quite a while ago, so it’s almost like I’m starting from scratch. I’m looking to play something casual about once a week or once every 2 weeks (online or in-person if safe enough).
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2020.11.25 17:58 AceSevenFive Second Parliament First Session Division - Bill 8, Bill 9, Bill 10, Bill 11, Bill 12

ORDER!
The following bills will now be voted on.
Bill 8: Electoral Reform Act
Bill 9: Automobile Insurance Rate Fix Act
Bill 10: Blood Donation for Gay, Lesbian and Bisexual Persons Act
Bill 11: Rent Control Expansion Act
Bill 12: Free Range Definition Act
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Bill 8: Oui/Non/Abstention Bill 9: Oui/Non/Abstention Bill 10: Oui/Non/Abstention Bill 11: Oui/Non/Abstention Bill 12: Oui/Non/Abstention 
The vote will end on November 27th at 12 PM.
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2020.11.22 02:03 Gracynvh Shout out to that absolute chad cas/dean girl in high school who made my high school life a little worst

Context: I went to a small high school in northern Ontario. We were tiny but we had a great art. One year they decide to build an art exhibit. It would feature a students art for the school year and then sell the art at the end of the year.
This girl...this absolute chad of an artist won. She did these gorgeous paintings that the school immediately put on exhibit. The thing was ...well every single painting was a cas/dean ship art.
From two holding hands with their quotes on each side. Two shadows kissing in the impala while riding into the sun set. A pair of rainbow wings holding a crying Dean. A winged hand pulling a burning Dean out of hell into a loving embrace. And so much more.
I grew up in a real hick area so believe me not a single person no one knew the show BUT I FUCKING DID. I was going through a mental health crisis and this art display was right in front of the therapy/nurse office. I tried to tell people but no one believed me it was gay. They all thought it was gothic???? That the images were deeply Christian.
Then the end of the year came. I see the paintings being auctioned. They make a ton of money. The winners keep going on about the symbolism of religion. How Christian the art would be in there homes.
When I saw that the ship is now canon I just want to say good job girl. I’m proud of you. You did it :)
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2020.11.14 02:47 youto2 House Party 11/9/20 - Part Three

We now cut to Javier in the ring as we return from commercial, who is ready to announce the main event of the show!
Javier: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the W I R WOORRRLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIIIPS! Your referee is WiR Senior Official Tai Ni Wong!
The lights dim, and we hear familiar guitar notes with accompanying synths. The two Stargazers appear at the top of the runway, proudly each holding a fist in the air as the crowd cheers wildly for the former tag team champions!
Javier: Introducing first, from Harmony, Ontario and weighing in at a combined 302 pounds, THE STARRRRRGAZERSSSSSS!
Crowd: YEAAHHHH!
Paisner: It looks like, for the first time in awhile, the Stargazers are coming out together!
Woodbridge: Well, that’s certainly one way to put it. Could this mean that their lover’s quarrel is over?
The Stargazers lift their arms and form their signature heart before running to the ring, and the crowd pops hugely for the duo as June takes her place on the mat.
After a minute or so, the crowd hushes as we hear a heavy rock instrumental begin.
Javier: Introducing next, from Cincinnati, Ohio and weighing in at 245 pounds, Jiiiim Baaaakerrrrr!
CROWD: WOOOOOOO!
Baker pauses at the top of the runway, shadowboxing briefly before strutting down to the ring - the pounding music emphasizing each step.
Paisner: And once again, it looks like Baker and Flux are entering on their own terms.
Woodbridge: It really makes you wonder if the Stargazers can use their unity against this team to get their belt back. Or if they’re simply putting up a front for The Horde.
Moments after Baker enters the ring, a jazzier tune begins to play out over the PA system. Eyes closed but heart open to the soothing sounds of a cornet, Flux reveals himself.
Javier: Introducing last but not least, from Orange County, California, and weighing in at 180 pounds, Dexterrrr Fluuuuuuuux!
He continues to jam out on an air guitar - mimicking the notes of the piano - without a care in the world. As he walks down the runway we see him pause every so often to greet a fan on the side before returning to his jam session.
Woodbridge: Well, it doesn’t look like the Horde are worried at all about their competition tonight. Hopefully they won’t underestimate the two former champions.
Paisner: And what a shift in the mood from his partner!
Flux finally reaches the side of the ring, where he meets Baker before settling down on the apron as Baker readies himself in his corner opposite June.
DING DING DING
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Paisner: Baker is at a level of confidence I don’t think we’ve ever seen him at, and that’s saying something. That title has validated every smug and self-righteous thought he’s has ever thought of himself, and it would honestly be pretty hilarious to see The Horde lose their titles so soon after gaining them.
Woodbridge: A bit biased of you, huh Pais?
Paisner: Well, The Horde literally won those titles with a roll up off a mistimed collision by their opponents, I have a hard time sympathizing with the egregious assholes!
Woodbridge: Hey, Flux is okay. And, they may have barely won it, but like it or not, Allen, they are the tag team champions. And tonight is their chance to show they are no fluke.
The crowd continues to boo Baker as June and Kat are seen in the corner having a pep talk in the corner. They communicate a bit more and Baker looks on, barking trash talk at them from across the ring as June reaches over and tag in Kat!
Paisner: Change-up of strategy here!
Woodbridge: I’m just happy to see ‘em talking to eachother!
Kat now hops into the ring, and she and Baker stare each other down, Baker laughing at the shorter and smaller Kat. But Kat stares Baker down, walking right up to him and not backing down! Baker responds by pushing Kat back!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!!!!
And Kat responds by walking up and hitting him with a STIFF kick to Baker’s thigh!
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Woodbridge: YEOWCH! Heard that one clear as day!
Baker looks surprised at the force behind the kick as he limps back for a second, but is now barraged by rapid fire kicks to his leg by an intense Kat! Baker suddenly catches one kick, but Kat doesn’t miss a beat with an enzuigiri to the side of Baker’s head!
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Paisner: Baker sent reeling!
Baker stumbles back into the ropes, and he holds onto them for a second before he sees Dexter Flux reach out a pointer finger to Baker! Baker looks at it for a second, and responds with a pointer finger touch back as Flux excitedly lets go of the tag rope, and enters the ring now!
Crowd: WOOO!!!!
Woodbridge: Can’t tell if they’re happy Flux is in or glad Baker is gone.
Paisner: Probably a bit of both as we now get to see Dexter Flux enter the match and he seems pretty happy to be there!
Flux looks excited to be in the ring, smiling as he reaches out and offers a handshake to Kat now! Kat quickly accepts but now assumes an alert stance as she circles around Flux, who now also circles around. Kat and Flux meet in the middle with a collar and elbow tie-up, and Flux takes control with a standing switch, and attempts a back suplex, but Kat wraps a foot around Flux's leg to keep herself grounded, and then wrenches her arm around Flux's neck and throws him over with a side headlock takedown!
Crowd: LETS GO KAT! LETS GO KAT!
Flux is now caught in a grounded headlock but wraps his legs around Kat’s head and pins her down with a leg scissor, but she kips up out of it as Flux now gets to his feet, and the two again lock up, and Kat again gets the better hand by putting Flux in an arm wrench followed by a kick to Flux’s leg! Kat now keeps control of the arm and jumps up onto the ropes, but Baker has positioned himself outside on the apron and quickly sweeps Kat’s foot off the second rope as Flux puts out a knee and catches a falling Kat with a backbreaker!
Crowd: BOOOOO!!!!
Kat now falls to the ground and Flux takes advantage by dropping a knee onto Kat’s leg! He then flips her over on her stomach and takes both legs, standing on the back of Kat’s knees and folding her legs back as he then jumps up and stomps on her legs in a surfboard stomp!
Crowd: Oooooohhhh!
Flux now drags Kat by the leg over to his corner and tags in Baker, who hops in enthusiastically as Flux keeps control of Kat’s leg and Baker drops a knee to Kat’s leg! Baker now closes in and drags Kat’s leg to the ropes, and the ref starts the count but Baker is quick to jump up on drop a knee to Kat’s leg, bending it in a sickening direction!
Crowd: OHHHH!!!
Woodbridge: The Horde immediately jumping on Kat’s leg like a pair of piranhas, targeting the limb with no remorse!
Baker now drags Kat back into the ring as she looks in pain, and he goes for a lateral press cover, but only gets a one count as Kat gets the shoulder up! Baker now stands up and brings Kat up to her feet, picking her up and dropping her with a body slam and now he backs up and begins running off the ropes as he comes back and drops another knee onto the leg of Kat! Kat clutches at her knee, and now turns to her partner in the corner, and Baker doesn’t give Kat a chance to breathe as he grabs her leg yet again, and looks to put her in an early Boston Crab!
Woodbridge: UH-OH! Baker has a nasty Boston Crab, and Kat does not want to find herself in it so early!
Kat wriggles around frantically, and then quickly launches a kick to Bakers face, and then another to his jaw as he lets go and clutches at his face! Kat now crawls over quickly to her corner, and Baker attempts to rush at Kat to prevent the tag, grabbing her from behind and picking Kat up off her feet and throwing her back with a german suplex, but Kat manages to flip out and land on her feet- but her leg gives out as she falls to one leg, and Baker quickly takes advantage with a chop block to Kat’s leg!
Crowd: OHHH!!
Kat clutches at her knee and Baker grabs the leg now and drags her over to the corner again, where Baker makes a tag and grabs both legs of the grounded Kat, before catapulting her up towards Flux, who looks to have tried a strike but Kat instead forearms Flux off the apron!
Crowd: YEAAAA!!!!!
Kat now looks back at Baker who is getting to his feet, and she runs to the ropes, jumps on them with one foot, and launches off with a springboard Uppercut to the jaw of Baker!
Crowd: YYYYYEEEEAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Kat kips up and now looks fired up as the crowd responds with the same energy! Kat brings Baker to his feet now, and irish whips him to her corner, but he reverses the whip, sending Kat into her own corner, where she hits the corner hard, and Baker comes in charging with his shoulder down, but Kat leapfrogs, June tags in, and now with Baker in the corner, Kat charges and hits a stereo Enzuigiri with June hitting one from the apron! June now enters the ring and grabs Kat by the arm, and whips her towards Baker in the corner, hitting a running leg lariat, and June follows it up with a running forearm to the face, and then pulls Baker out the corner by the arm and FLATTENS him with a short-arm clothesline!
Crowd: YYYYYEEAAEAAAAA!!!! STAR-GAY-ZERS! STAR-GAY-ZERS!
Woodbridge: Kat and June are firing on all cylinders, and it is a sight to see when these two are in sync!!!
June now goes for a cover on Baker!
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Baker kicks out and now tries to return to his corner but June grabs him by the tights and pulls him back, and clobbers Baker on the back of the head with a forearm!
Woodbridge: Jesus, June is just unleashing on poor ol’ Jim! The Gazer’s are not playing around this time around, and June looks ruthlessly determined tonight!
June now turns Baker around and hits a forearm to the jaw, then another, followed by a hard chop to the chest!
Crowd: WOOO!!!
Baker snaps back with a chop to June’s chest in response!
Crowd: BOOOO!!!!
June launches one back to Baker’s chest!
Crowd: WOOO!!
Baker reels against the ropes, clutching at his now bright red chest, and June stick out her chest and invites Baker to chop her again, and Baker slowly reeeels back his hand, before snapping it forward but slapping June across the face!
Crowd: OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! YOU FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP!
Paisner: JUNE LOOKS FURIOUS!!
June now has a bright red face and a pissed expression as she now launches punch after punch to the face of Baker, snapping his head back with each full fledged jab! Baker feebly attempts to put his hands up and block the barrage but June begins launching body blow after body blow to Baker as he now leans against the ropes, as the referee Tai Ni Wong attempts to tell June to back off and enforce the rope break, but he isn’t getting through to her! He grabs June’s arm, and she instinctively raises a fist to Wong, but she stops herself just short of striking him! Baker now comes from behind June and wraps his arms around her neck with a sleeper hold! He has it cinched in tight and June attempts to power her way towards her own corner, but Baker puts a stop to it by pulling her towards the center of the ring and throwing her back with a sleeper suplex!
Crowd: OOOHHHH!!!
Paisner: Both competitors are flat on the mat, these two wrestlers are beating the unholy hell out of eachother!
The crowd cheers for June to get to her feet, and both competitors are stirring but Baker is starting to get to his feet first, and he gets to his hands and knees and dives out for Flux, and the tag is made as Flux jumps over the top rope and hits the ring! And June is able to just reach out and tag in Kat, who enters the ring through the ropes and zooms past Flux, ducking a clothesline and coming off the opposite rope with a speedy hurricanrana that flips Flux onto his back! He quickly recovers and gets back up but now Kat drops him with an arm drag, and as Flux gets up again Kat drops him with another arm drag, then proceeded by a cover! But it only gets a one count!
Woodbridge: Gazers have been strong tonight, and wouldnt it be a triumphant win if they were able to prove that the Horde really did steal one!
Paisner: It would be especially rough for the Stargazers if they were to get complacent and drop another loss from an avoidable mistake like last time! But this squad has proved in the past few months that they are more than capable of keeping their focus, and tonight they seem especially more focused than their last loss!
Kat gets up and leans against the ropes, planning her next move as Flux begins to get to his feet. Flux turns around and is met with a kick to the side, but Flux catches it and hits a quick dragon screw, slamming Kat onto the mat as she yells out in pain, clutching at her previously targeted leg! Flux now grabs Kat’s legs and rolls over on top of her, pinning her to the mat!
1!
2- Kickout! And Kat kicks out with force, causing Flux to be pushed onto his feet near the Stargazer’s corner. Flux finds himself cornered now as Kat gets to her feet, and Flux makes a quick decision to slide out of the ring and take a breather! Kat yells over the ropes for Flux to get back in the ring, but June notices that Baker has now rushed the ring! June gets in the ring and cuts off a charging Baker with a running Clothesline From Hell!!!
Paisner: LOVER’S LARIAT! BAKER LAID OUT! He tried to take advantage of Lucha tag rules and blindside Kat while being the legal man, but June acting as Kat’s guardian angel managed to save her there with a brutal Lover’s Lariat!
Kat now motions to June and the two exchange a word before June nods her head, picks up Kat, and throws her to the outside of the ring onto Dexter Flux!
Paisner: ASSISTED SUICIDE DIVE, KAT TAKES OUT FLUX! AND NOW ITS BAKER AND JUNE IN THE RING!
June looks over at Baker who is still grounded from the lariat and she now stalks him from behind, her hair looking wild and frizzled from sweat as she eyes down a groggy Baker getting to his feet! Baker looks out of it, and moments pass in anticipation as he begins to gets to his feet, and June picks him up from behind, and PLANTS him with a brutal waist-lift Uranage slam!
Crowd: OOOOOHHHHH!!!!
Woodbridge: SEPTEMBER 28TH, 2014!!!!
Paisner: Baker is lifeless in the middle of the ring, good lord!
On the outside of the ring, Flux and Kat are brawling, exchanging kicks to the other’s leg, and Flux launches a kick into Kat’s leg that sends her to one knee, and Flux now grabs Kat by the hair and throws her into the barricade hip first as her leg collides with the barricade wall and let's out a cry in pain! June has a distraught expression as she witnesses it from inside the ring and without hesitation gets up and slides to the outside of the ring, and she charges at Flux and hits him with a running Lover’s Lariat, sending him OVER the barricade and into the audience!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
June now tends to Kat, making sure her wife is okay, and Kat looks to wince in pain at her leg but she lets June know she’s okay as June looks extremely unsure of Kat’s wellbeing.
Woodbridge: You've gotta go for the pin there, I know June couldn't stand to let her partner take a beating out here but she could have regained the titles after laying out Baker!
Kat tries to assure June she can keep going, and June tells Kat to stay on the apron as June rolls back in the ring, and Tai Ni Wong checks on Kat who sits on the apron, barely able to get to her feet. Wong’s back is turned as June attempts to get Baker to his feet but he launches up an arm and low blows June!
Crowd: BBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Woodbridge: NOT LIKE THIS!
Kat saw the whole thing unfold and looks incensed at Baker as she uses the ropes to get to one leg, enters the ring, and Wong now has turned around to see Baker putting June’s head between his legs about to powerbomb her, but Kat yells at Baker to drop June! Baker now pushes June to the ground as she rolls to the apron and Kat furiously demands Baker to bring it on and fight her!
Crowd: KAT! KAT! KAT! KAT! KAT!
Paisner: This is awful brave of her but Kat is in a terribly vulnerable situation right now!
Baker looks around at the hyped up crowd, and cockily laughs at the limping Kat, pointing at her and asking the the crowd, “Is this who you people like?”
Crowd: YEAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Kat walks up to Baker and stares him down, or rather up as she is towered over by the half-a-foot taller Baker! Baker simply pushes Kat back, and Kat looks furious, but then a smile falls on Kats face, and Jim Baker tells her to wipe it off her face, right before he is rocked from behind with a running Uppercut to the back of the head by June!
Crowd: YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAA!!!!
Kat, at the best speed she is able, comes out the corner and hits a running neckbreaker to complete The Star Standard!!!
Crowd: YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!
Paisner: THE STARGAZERS WON THE TITLE WITH THAT MOVE! JUNE ROLLS OUT THE RING AND KAT IS THE LEGAL WOMAN!
Kat collapses onto Baker and Wong drops down for the count as the crowd goes ballistic!
1!
2!
3-NO! KICKOUT!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOHH!!!?!!!!?!!!
Woodbridge: HE KICKED OUT?!
Kat looks exasperated as she has barely any energy to even follow up, and Kat looks over at an equally spent and bewildered June on the apron, and June tells Kat to go for the tag! Kat drags herself over to her own corner, her leg seemingly killing her but she reaches out and extends her arm to reach her partner, and makes one last leap, but June suddenly is pulled off the apron, and Flux has yanked the leg of June off as she falls onto his shoulders, and the spinning begins!
Paisner: Oh No, it’s the Super Incredible Oh My God No Way Unbelievable Undefeatable Critical Mass AIRPLANE SPIN!
Flux spins June for the entirety of the time spent saying the name of the move and continues to, and Kat in the ring has finally reached the corner and pulled herself up but has her attention now turned to Baker who has gotten to his feet. Kat limps over to Baker, and she launches a kick from her good leg to his side!
Crowd: YES!
Baker responds with a forearm to Kat’s face!
Crowd: BOOOOO!!!!
And Kat responds with a another kick that causes Baker to wince in pain at the force!
Crowd: YES!
And Baker responds by taking a step back, and then leaping forward with a lariat, but Kat ducks! Baker turns around and Kat jumps back, wraps her legs around Baker’s midsection in a wheelbarrow position, and she pushes off the ground and goes for a stunner, but Baker catches her arm, locks a half nelson, and then hits Kat with a snap half nelson suplex!
Crowd: OOOHHHHHH!!
Baker goes over now, picks up Kat, and swiftly puts her head in position between his legs before picking her up and unceremoniously slamming her onto her back!
Paisner: POWERBOMB BY BAKER! KAT IS LIFELESS!
Baker goes down for the pin now! Wong drops down for the count!
1!
2!
3- NO! KICKOUT!
Crowd: YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Paisner: Kat survives!!! The Stargazers are still in it-
Baker looks stunned, and he looks over at his corner but the absence of Flux on the apron causes him to look over and realize Flux is still airplane spinning June on the outside of the ring! Flux is running out of steam however, and has to put June down, and the first thing June does when shes put down is grab the arm of Flux and pull him in for a NASTY headbutt that rocks both of them, and the two fall to the ground on the outside!
Woodbridge: BOTH WRESTLERS OUT! Both their brains have to be mush right now after that much spinning and then the headbutt! It's just Kat and Baker now!
Baker pulls Kat to her feet now, and he yells at the crowd that it's over as he scoops her up- but Kat manages to wriggle out of the grip of Baker, and launches a thrust kick to his gut, doubling him over! Kat, with all the energy she can muster with her hurt leg, picks up speed off the ropes, and comes off them rushing towards Baker but Baker takes advantage of the slower than usual Kat and sweeps her legs out from under her, then rapidly grabs both legs and flips Kat over into the Boston Crab!
Paisner: ITS LOCKED IN! KAT ALL ALONE IN THE RING! KAT HAS NOWHERE TO GO!
Kat squirms and struggles, trying to reach for the ropes but there aren’t any in reach as Baker leans back, pulling the legs far above her head and leaning back as Kat has no choice but to tap out to the submission!
DING DING DING
Crowd: NNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Javier: Your winners by submission, at a time of 17:03, Jim Baker and Dexter Flux, THE HORRRRRDEEEE!!!!
Crowd: BBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Baker lets go of the submission hold and collapses to his hands and knees, and he looks up as Wong hands him the tag titles, and Baker yells triumphantly as he shakily gets to his feet and holds both titles up to the air as the crowd yet again blankets him in boos!
Paisner: They’ve done it again! The Horde have successfully retained their Tag Team titles, and in much more convincing fashion than last time! Flux and Baker are still our Tag Team Champions!
Baker has now slid to the outside of the ring and picks up Flux to his feet, hugging him the still dizzy man as Baker hands Flux the tag title and beckons him to hightail it out of the arena!
Paisner: That concludes the show, an amazing showing from The Horde that solidifies what they already have claimed to know: That they are no fluke!
Woodbridge: What now for the Stargazers? Where do they go next after a second lost to The Horde? And where do our new tag team champs head now that they’ve topped the impressive run of the Gazers?
Paisner: All this and more we will have to find out next week! For Mark Woodbridge, I’m Allen Paisner, signing off!
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2020.11.06 20:54 sagjag235 PrEP resource I wanted to share

Hey everyone!
Not sure if there are any Canadians here, but as someone who's been curious about PrEP, I didn’t have many options. Recently, I came across a brand called Freddie. They’re basically an online PrEP provider.
My visits with their doctors were all on the phone and it was so chill, I asked them stuff I could never ask my GP. I even got a 'care-coordinator,' who I could text at like any time with questions and stuff. I didn't know what it'd cost, but they basically took me through the whole process and covered the remainder of my co-pay after insurance each month. So like, I got it for free!
As a younger gay POC, I haven't had a ton of positive experiences in the public system, espec when it comes to sexual health. I wish this company operated all over the world, but right now they're in Alberta, Ontario, and Saskatchewan.
A friend of mine shared this resource with me, and it was so helpful. I'm hoping some other LGBTQ users might be able to benefit from it as well, so just sharing in some relevant communities :)
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2020.11.06 20:19 sagjag235 PrEP resource I wanted to share

Hey everyone!
Not sure if there are any Canadians here, but as someone who's been curious about PrEP, I didn’t have many options. Recently, I came across a brand called Freddie. They’re basically an online PrEP provider.
My visits with their doctors were all on the phone and it was so chill, I asked them stuff I could never ask my GP. I even got a 'care-coordinator,' who I could text at like any time with questions and stuff. I didn't know what it'd cost, but they basically took me through the whole process and covered the remainder of my co-pay after insurance each month. So like, I got it for free!
As a younger gay POC, I haven't had a ton of positive experiences in the public system, espec when it comes to sexual health. I wish this company operated all over the world, but right now they're in Alberta, Ontario, and Saskatchewan.
A friend of mine shared this resource with me, and it was so helpful. I'm hoping some other LGBTQ users might be able to benefit from it as well. :)
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2020.11.04 18:40 Birdyer Looking for advice on a first bottle.

Hello, I have never owned a bottle of rum before. The only kind of rum I've ever tried has been captain Morgans or Kraken. I don't really know where to start so I'm hoping you guys could give me some advice on my first bottle. All of my options are a bit expensive because I live in Ontario, Canada. Here are most of my options in my price range (all 750ml, all in Canadian dollars):
Mount gay eclipse 34.95
Havana club 7yo 35.95
Bacardi 8yo Reserva gold 35.95
Havana club anejo Reserva 29.95
Bacardi black 28.75
Bacardi 4yo anejo 29.95
Captain Morgan's dark 27.75
Appleton estate V/X signature blend 29.45
Captain Morgan private stock 33.95
Brugal Anejo 28.95
Plantation Grande Reserve 28.65
I don't know anything about any of these rums, so any advice would be appreciated. I believe the Havana club is the Cuban one.
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2020.10.25 18:40 darrylthedudeWayne My pitch/Idea for a 3D fighting game called Way of the Fighter. Last time I try pitching this.

Way of the Fighter is a game I have not only been trying to pitch for a while, but also it is a 3D fighting game reminiscent of the old 3D fighting games of that Era, It also acts a semi-Spoof/Parody of Mortal Kombat, Tekken, & Street Fighter. It also acts as a tribute to the 3D Era fighting games, right down to the character select music, being the character select music for Mortal Kombat: Deception.
The plot of the game, is that every 15 years there is a live broadcasted tournament known as Friday Night's All Out Royale. A tournament braodcasted/streamed on both the Dark Net & Very Late Night TV where combatants from around the world fight each other & at the end of the fight whether the other fighter loses or not, the audience will decide if the loser get life or death, they also do other stuff as well, such as testing there strength, throwing giant balls across a certain amount of yard, etc. However is left fights the grand champion whom has been also the host of the event, Victor Damian. A Former champion, Rickie Rockhorn Jr. the III wants to change that. So he takes the son of a hero of Earth & one of his closest friends under his wing to enter the tournament & take Victor's place as Champion, while also stopping Victor from fulfilling an ancient satanic prophecy that could bring about the Doomsday, earlier then expected.
The roster will consist of 15 characters, & three unlockable characters. The roster includes:
The three unlockable characters are two joke characters, & then the final boss of the game. The first is the Battle/Combat Demolition Test Dummy Bot, which is used for training the combatants. His Primary Weapon is a Sword & Shield, his Secondary is his fist, & then his ranged Weapon is a Small One handed Crossbow & Hand Cannon combination. The second is Female Tobey “Slickboy” Robinson, whom is the same as Tobey, except she’s female, & finally Victor Damian, the Final Boss of the game.
Victor is the host of Friday Night’s All Out Royale & the Crowning undefeated champion for each year straight, he is a hugely Arrogant, Mad, Psychotic, Narcissistic, Selfish, & dangerous man, a business man & a silver tongued manipulator, widely described as mad, at first it’s believed he will kill Yo Nai Po’s lover to bring the ruler of the underworld to the mortal world early, fulfilling an Ancient Satanic prophecy, however in reality he actually wants to use Mi Doe Chi’s finger print on a special panel so half the population will be mind controlled (via there phones) into killing each other & killing some of the others who aren’t infected, so he can please both his boss, An Alien warlord from Outer space, & the Woman Victor loves, Lady Death. However, he ironically enough is unknowingly fulfilling an Ancient Satanic Prophecy by doing this, another reason why they need to stop him. His primary weapons is his fist, his secondary Weapon is his Sai & Tomahawk combination, & finally his Ranged Weapon is his Hunting Riffle.
So...Yeah, that's my pitch & I hope you like it. I put a lot of effort into this.
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2020.10.21 16:39 SkellyVolt A year later and I'm still trying to pick myself back up. Why did you have to do this to me?

Hi, so. This is just some pent up feelings I have because of an abusive relationship I was part of for 8 years. I'm hoping that this gives some closure but I don't know if it would, and this is actually done on an alt account I normally use for adult stuff since my ex still sharks my social media accounts to bully me and...yeah. I'm a guy btw, and this is about my ex who was a woman. So, here goes...
From the start I never lied, stole or cheated. I was there for you when no one else could ever be there. I always tried for you even when you were going through your worst days, even on the days where you couldn't control your own anger and poured it out on me because I was the nearest person I still tried, I kept trying and even so far as to hurt myself emotionally and throw away all of my needs to accommodate you.
I loved you, I adored you, I kept thinking of a life with you over and over and over. For years of my little life you were the sun and moon to me. You were the reason why I got my shit together in school and tried hard because I wanted to build a life with you. You were the reason I kept my head on straight when it felt like the world was crashing down around me constantly. You were the reason why I made myself uncomfortable if it meant that we had a better chance to be happy over thousands of miles of distance between us. For fucking years of my life you were my reason.
Sure, some days I wasn't the best. I was angry too, I was upset too, I said bad things but I'm only human. But between you and me I apologized without needing to be asked, I knew when I was wrong and you still can't even apologize to me for the awful things you said and did to me. Oh and the things you did, what weren't they?
I remember the week of my 17th birthday you told me you wanted to be with a woman instead of me. I was young and stupid, I agreed because I wanted you to be happy and I was willing to spend my birthday in tears and pain for you. But instead of leaving me alone, you kept messaging me while you were with that girl, telling me how great it is, how wonderful the relationship was and how much happier you were. That tore me. That hurt so bad, but I still wanted you to be happy and I still wanted to try and be a positive part of your life because I FUCKING CARED FOR YOU.
Even while I was constantly trying to pull myself together to show a brave face to my family, because I was still trying so hard to hide you from them because of my living situation you kept on talking to me and ruining me. Every bit of happiness I found in that horrible time you took while you were living it up with your new love interest. Leaving me and all of what I wanted to give to you in the dust because all of a sudden I wasn't what you wanted anymore.
I could have understood. I could have learned to move on and heal. You had to find yourself and your own path, but you didn't. Instead you kept calling me and talking to me about how great it was and how much better it is.....I remember I made on poorly timed joke about how you preferred girls over little 'ol me and then all of a sudden you hung up. You told me that my joke was the final straw and you refused to take my call, I tried to apologize so many times, I wasn't ready to lose you yet. You threw me away but I still wanted to love you even if it was from afar.
I remember crying at the edge of my bed, throwing my phone on the ground and crying for what felt like hours, finally pulling myself together at 3am to crawl in bed and sleep. Then the next day, you messaged again.
My memory about that time is so foggy, full of holes and I can only remember things vaguely, but one thing I can't forget is that nightmare of you and another girl. We were on a video call and I kept saying to listen to me, to stop all this. You kept saying it was fine, you moved into an apartment with a nice girl and she's so pretty. Indeed she was, I remember that dream where I saw you kiss her and I was on the other side of a screen. I never knew a heart could break in a dream but when I woke up I cried for....God knows how long. I just wanted to die at that point.
My brother tried to pull me together and the minute I convinced myself to pull together. You messaged again, saying you want to get back together. I threw myself at it, I wanted the pain to stop and you stopped it. But God forbid I ever talk about how I felt. God forbid I ever have feelings. God forbid I ever be human and tell you how much you hurt me to the point where I felt numb and wanted nothing else but to die. No, I couldn't do that. You called me "whiny" you called me "weak" you called me "pathetic" and even sexist slurs for having these feelings. It was just a girl after all, why would a man like me care.
I cared, because I loved you, selflessly.
I accepted your dogma, where I couldn't speak for myself. Where I couldn't open up about my pain and I kept it bottled inside because I couldn't tell anyone else, if I did my family would have torn you into pieces, my friends would have relentlessly attacked you but I still wanted you to be safe and loved so I shut up and tried to not be "whiny".
But it kept happening. You would find a girl you liked, then try to run off and do things with them. You did it often with your lesbian friend who had to message me to tell me nothing is going on. But just like how you were shitty to me, you were shitty to her too. You always made her cry and made her feel like shit and you never told her the whole story, you never told anyone how you fucked me up, you never told them how much of a piece of shit you were, you never told them how much you used and abused me. How you used me for security, as a crutch, as fucking life support while you threw your life away and made me bear the burden of our future on my own shoulders.
Then there was the third one. You met this love interest at a convention, she was hurt and damaged and you being the "loving" and "supporting" person you were you tried to help her. That was a lie. You trekked for 5 hours train and greyhound across Ontario to spend the weekend, every weekend at her house. There were rules too. I couldn't: call, message, send pictures, ask questions, and God forbid I EVER say that the arrangement makes me uncomfortable. God forbid I say that the same thing is happening all over again and I don't know if I can take it again. Do you remember what you did? You told me if I don't like it, leave. But I was young and stupid and in love with you.
And every Monday, you came back and told me all about it. How you cuddled, kissed, showered together, spent time naked around eachother. But that was all fine, nothing bad happened, right? Those were your words.
It was at that point I learned that I was used to getting hurt. I was doing my assignment for my diploma. I stared at an empty word doc for almost an hour while it felt like someone was sinking a hot iron into my heart and draining the life from me. My whole world went dark again and I had one recurring thought to try and keep myself sane "My happiness doesn't matter, I'll just be happy in the next life. This one isn't meant to be happy. "
You always said you loved me but that was a lie. You never have and never did. I was the one who loved, you reaped the benefits and slowly killed me every day for 8 years straight. Ruining every birthday, every christmas, every single day. I tried to adapt and change for you, when you thought you were gay, when you thought you wanted to be a man, when you didn't know what career you wanted.
Even when you were diagnosed with vaginismus and I tried to be supportive, I tried to help. I did the research and looked into everything possible. I encouraged you do your treatment as often as you can, but you didn't care to fix yourself. You didn't want to get better for us to enjoy any kind of sex life.
I was so wrapped up in a woman who was abusive to high heaven, who's vagina didn't work through her own fault of never doing her treatment, with tonsil stones that made her breath reek and absolutely no future with nothing but her fucking anger issues and that deep, dark urge to hurt everyone around her that didn't do what she wanted. Not to mention the thousands of times I begged you to go to the doctor for the several health problems you kept ignoring.
You had told me to kill myself so many times, you had told me you hated me, you called me a monster, you said I was always angry, you said that I was the problem, you said that it was because of me you left and went to other girls.
...and when I finally worked up the courage to leave you messaged my whole family and friend group. You manipulated my brother against me and told him I told you to kill yourself when all I said was to "Leave me alone". He came home that same night and screamed at me in front my mother, telling her that she should be ashamed of me and that I should be kicked out of the house and that my parents never raised such a DISGUSTING person.
Even when I thought I was free, I wasn't. Some friends turned against me, you spun lies telling everyone you were suicidal because of me and that I was the reason why you were hurting yourself. You told my friends I was horrible, you told them you were alone and I was the cause. Then you got desperate and rushed everything when you figured I was actually done. You went to the doctor and got diagnosed with depression, you fixed your tonsil stones and you kept up with your vaginismus treatment and you were almost there. You waggled a carrot in front of my face and I said no. I'm not doing it again.
My hair was falling out or turning gray from stress. I was overweight, my sleep was horrible, I kept getting nightmares from the stress, I couldn't even get an erection I was so stressed out. I wasn't about to go back. I wanted to heal and be normal again, to be my old self again.
...and you went on a whole social media crusade calling me an abuser when I finally called it quits with you. Since then, I've spent a year in therapy. My therapist felt so bad for me she refused payment because she knew how bad it was. I got diagnosed with melancholic depression and an anxiety disorder. I would never be my old self again, for the rest of my life I have to carry these burdens because of you.
And for fuck's sake, I can't even look at anything with two women loving eachother without having a deep sense of anxiety grip me and crush me into oblivion. It doesn't matter if its positive or negative, love or sex. Anything with two women ruins me and caused me to end wonderful friendships to save myself from the pain. I have fucking TRAUMA LOOPS BECAUSE OF YOU OF WHEN I CRIED AT THE EDGE OF MY BED, WHEN MY HEART FELT LIKE IT WAS BEING POPPED OPEN BY A HOT IRON WHEN I HAD TO SIT DOWN AND TRY TO BE CALM WHEN IT FELT LIKE I WAS LOSING MY ENTIRE WORLD.
Every time I see two women together, instead of seeing love. Instead of seeing people finding a love they can cherish. I see pain. I see my heart being ripped out and I feel myself dying on the inside because of you. Its to the point where I just assume that every woman that comes into my life is going to leave, abuse me, drill more holes into my self esteem or just look at me and say they want to be with a woman instead, and I'll have to go through that hell again. But, maybe that's just me overreacting. You always said that, right? I overreact.
When I was with you, I tried to kill myself 5 times. Since you, I've tried to kill myself an additional 3. But now, as a 22 year old man who's trying to heal and find himself and put himself back together in a world where men are given dogfood for support, I found people who love me and care for me, who keep helping me to unlearn your wicked rhetoric, wonderful people who keep trying to fill me with love and light. Men and women of all walks of life, who don't see me as a waste like you did. After a year of healing I have a lot more to go but now I finally have the strength to look at you and say with a brave face: Fuck You.
I might have more shitty, horrible days than good days. I might not know when someone would actually care for me and love me as a normal human. I might not know when I'll ever get over this pain over your fucking disgusting behavior with your "ladies", where I can't look at anything with any kind of lesbian content in it without sinking back into the darkness and reliving those memories over and over. But what I do know, is that you're the worst person I ever met and I hope you get everything you deserve, and I hope it comes in the worst way humanly possible. So for just a second you could feel the same darkness you put me through for eight, fucking, years.
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2020.10.13 00:35 normancrane A Dwarf Stood At The Door [3]

Table of Contents
Chapter 3 <-- You are here.

- - -

The Thinkpad stopped humming.
My wife was staring at me, the palms of her hands planted on the kitchen table, her eyebrows inching into increasingly acute angles. “I said that you need to go to Doreen’s and pick up my cross-stich materials. Can you do that for me? Are you at least capable of simple, child-like tasks?”
“Of course, yeah. Sure.”
She smiled. “I find it offensive as a human being that you might have a Doctorate soon.”
She poured herself a cup of coffee.
I needed one, too.
On my way to Doreen’s, I stopped by Wayne’s and maybe with a little too much excitement explained the situation in Xynk. He listened while I rambled, and then said, “First, chill out. It’s just a game. An old fantasy text adventure game with no graphics. Like completely nerd material. Second, did you say you put a key into some dude’s eyeball and his mouth opened and you went inside his throat?”
“That’s right,” I said. “There was a room inside him.”
“That’s fucked up.”
“It’s grotesque and surreal. I’m amazed you can do that in a game from the 1980s, although Zork was pretty weird too.”
Wayne looked down at the floor. “Listen, I’m going to be brutally honest with you. Annie called me and said that I’m supposed to keep an eye on you to make sure that you’re actually doing what you’re supposed to be doing. I don’t like lying to…”
“To a woman you’ve slept with,” I said.
“Yeah.”
“I’m off to Doreen’s,” I said.
Wayne thanked me. When I was at the door, he added, “Tell me about that dwarf when you can. I’m surprisingly interested.”
I didn’t drive to Doreen’s. I drove to the local chain coffee shop, ordered a sickeningly sweet and overpriced mango-flavoured caffeinated drink and booted up the Thinkpad.
Welcome back, John Grousewater. Press any key to continue your adventure. 
I pressed Enter.
ROOM IN THE YAWNING MASK You are in your room in the Yawning Mask. It’s bare and empty, which suits an adventurer like you just fine. In the room, you see a TABLE and a WINDOW. The only DOOR leads WEST into the HALL. The DWARF walks toward you. “You have kept me waiting, John Grousewater,” the dwarf says. It’s heavily armoured and holding a battle-axe, which it taps three times threateningly against the wooden floor. Then it laughs a hearty laugh. “But that is fine, for I have already been waiting for much, much longer!” The DWARF crosses the room and pats you on elbow. Its shoulder are wide, wider than yours, but its head reaches barely past your stomach. It looks like a tough, gruff child. “Thank you for freeing me, my friend. My name is Dogor the Double Fisted, and I am a Dwarf of the twenty-sixth level, loyal only to Xynk and whose sole mission is to protect the city from the Hooded Rat Brotherhood.” ask dogor about note “Of course it was I who sent those to you.” 
I wanted to ask how it was possible for Dogor to have sent the notes if he was trapped in a box in #FF0000RUM, but I couldn’t figure out the proper parser, so I typed:
ask dogor about #FF0000RUM “I am much obliged to you for letting me out of there.” ask dogor about hooded rat brotherhood Dogor snorts. “The Hooded Rat Brotherhood are my sworn enemies. I will do anything to destroy them. It is in my blood. I will not rest until they are defeated to the last man, and Xynk is safe.” 
So Dogor was my sidekick, but it was strange to introduce him in such a glitched out way. It would have made more sense for Verbamor to have presented him to me directly in the throne room at the very beginning of the game. On the other hand, maybe my suspicions about Verbamor were right and Xynk was a more complicated place than its superficial quest suggested.
ask dogor about verbamor “Prince Verbamor,” Dogor says through clenched teeth. “May I speak freely, John Grousewater?” yes Dogor closes the DOOR and leans on his axe, exhibiting the facial expression of a wounded warthog. “I have my doubts about Prince Verbamor. I fear it is he who helped imprison me. There are greater forces at work here. The Hooded Rat Brotherhood is merely a tool, the poisoned dagger of an elusive, unknown puppet master.” 
A pimply faced coffee shop employee stood up on a chair and recited, “Ladies and gentleman, if I could have your attention I would like to apologize for the WiFi interruption we seem to be experiencing…”
ask dogor about greater forces “According to Prince Verbamor,” Dogor says, “Xynk has been in imminent danger for thirty six years. For as long as I can remember, its people have lived in fear. The city submits without question to the Prince’s authority. The Hooded Rat Brotherhood remains uncaught. It is suspicious, don’t you agree, John Grousewater?” 
I typed:
yes 
Although in truth I didn’t agree. It didn’t make sense for Prince Verbamor to recruit me to find the Amulet of Vermillion and stop The Hooded Rat Brotherhood if all he wanted was to rule perpetually by fear. Besides, Dogor could be lying. I had no reason to trust him. However—I did the calculation in my head.—thirty six years was 1979, which was eerily within the possible range of Xynk’s creation. My mind tracked back to my meeting with Verbamor in the throne room. I felt the sprouting tendrils of a theory. What if I was a decoy, not meant to succeed in carrying out a quest but summoned by Verbamor only to give the illusion of action? He could be banking on my reputation. He’d promised me riches but only after I completed the quest. In the meantime, he’d given me nothing. I followed a hunch.
ask dogor about tim birch “Tim Birch is dead.” 
For the second time today, I slammed the Thinkpad shut.
My heart was pounding.
I realized I was sweating, and the people in the coffee shop were looking over at me.
“No need to get mad, sir,” the pimply faced employee said. “Internet’s up and ready to go. No password needed.”
I picked up the Thinkpad and stormed out.
Outside, I called Wayne. “Listen, there’s been a development.”
“An unexpected one?”
“I wouldn’t be calling if it was any other kind.”
I explained the situation in the car while driving down what constituted the local highway. I wanted to get Annie’s cross-stitching errand out of the way, then drop by Wayne’s for a serious session of gaming. “It could be a really morbid joke,” he said. “Plenty of developers put stuff like that in their games.”
“So give me one example.”
He couldn’t. “So what are you implying, that he predicted his own death in-game?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s insane.”
“Give me another hypothesis.”
I could hear Wayne’s fingers hitting computer keys. “What if there’s a character in Xynk called Tim Birch, and that character is dead. Like he’s part of the back story, the history of the city. Don’t fantasy games usually have long ass histories that no one ever reads?”
That was a possibility I hadn’t thought of. “Did you try asking the dwarf—”
“His name is Dogor,” I said.
“Did you try asking Dogor about the other guy, Olaf something-or-other?”
“Brandywine. And no, I didn’t ask about him.”
“Then how about we try that first, when you get here, and once that calms you down you can sit in the corner of my store and work on your thesis like you usually do.”
“Annie called you again,” I said.
Wayne sighed.
I ended the connection, pulled off the highway and wound my way through the curved streets of the subdivision to Darleen’s house, with its freshly asphalted driveway and scarlet begonias and little tricycle by the front door that I desperately wanted to kick as I walked by. She opened the door smiling. “Hi,” I said. “I’m here to pick up some stuff up for Annie.”
We made small talk as she dug around in chests and drawers, bent over them as if waiting for me to get up, walk behind her and—
“Oh, here it is!” she squealed.
“How wonderful,” I said.
She walked over cradling a bunch of materials, threads and pattern books, then dropped them on the table in front of me. “Do you maybe want a bag for these?” she asked.
“That would be absolutely great,” I said.
She squealed again and bent over, pawing around in the cupboard beneath her kitchen sink. I took it her husband wasn’t home, and a part of me wished I could stick a key in her eye, force open her mouth—
“Listen,” she said without turning around or getting up. “May I be candid with you?”
“Sure, Doreen,” I said.
“Are you cheating on Annie?”
It was an odd thing to ask a man while sticking your ass out at him, but her tone was oddly sincere. “Cheating, like, sexually?” I asked.
“Dear me, I’m not accusing you. I’ve always taken your side. It’s just that Annie seems to think…”
My wife thought I was cheating on her? I stood up straighter and stuck out my chest. It was a day full of surprises, indeed. My ego hadn’t had a boost like this in years. Even the truth—”I’ve never cheated on Annie in my life,” I said.—couldn’t spoil it.
Doreen wiggled out of her cupboard holding a plastic bag. Her cheeks were gently pink. I held the bag open as she packed the cross-stitch stuff into it. “I’m glad to hear that,” she said. “And I’m sorry I even asked.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I said, touching her hand with mine.
“You’re a truly good man,” she said.
I closed the bag, took it off the table and held it at my side like a briefcase.
“That’s all of it.”
“Do I owe you anything?”
“Good heavens, no. Tell Annie I’m grateful she’s taking this stuff off me. It’s been gathering dust forever.”
“You don’t cross-stitch?” I asked.
“Not anymore.”
I nodded and backed away toward the front door. “I guess I’ll be going then.”
“Let’s have dinner together sometime,” she stammered.
“I’ll ask Annie.”
I didn’t kick the tricycle on my way down the front steps, but I did push it slightly with my foot. That was the extent of my rebellion. I threw the bag onto the back seat of my car, got in behind the wheel and pulled out of the driveway.
My phone buzzed.
Looping my way toward the highway, I read the email that my thesis sponsor that sent me. It said: “I am still awaiting word from you regarding our meeting tomorrow. Please confirm that you shall be in my office at 18:00. We may go to dinner.”
I replied that I’d be there.
At Wayne’s, I opened the Thinkpad even before reaching the table in the corner, plugged in the power cord and booted up.
Welcome back, John Grousewater. Press any key to continue your adventure. 
“So ask it about Olaf,” Wayne said.
I pressed Enter.
ROOM IN THE YAWNING MASK You are in your room in the Yawning Mask. It’s bare and empty, which suits an adventurer like you just fine. In the room, you see a TABLE and a WINDOW. The only DOOR leads WEST into the HALL. “Where were you?” Dogor asks. 
“Well?”
“He’s asking me a question,” I said. “Should I answer?”
Wayne looked at the screen.
He typed:
i was with my buddy wayne, yo “Wayne is a distraction,” Dogor says. 
“Damn,” Wayne said. “Dogor the Dwarf really tells it how he feels it.”
I typed:
ask dogor about olaf brandywine “Olaf Brandywine is a high ranking member of the Hooded Rat Brotherhood,” Dogor says. 
“See, I told you it was an in-joke. Now turn off the laptop and I’ll bring you a better one, and you can connect to Dropbox and work on your thesis,” Wayne said.
“Don’t turn me off,” Dogor says. 
I spun the laptop around so that Wayne could see the screen. He stared at it for a few seconds and said, “That’s freaky, I’ll give you that. Output without input. But it’s probably linked to some kind of timer.”
“A timer that tells it we wanted to turn off the game right after we turned it on?”
“I have a name. My name is Dogor the Double Fisted,” Dogor says. “And I can hear you conversing.” 
Wayne and I both stared stupidly at the command prompt. There was a microphone on the top part of the frame around the Thinkpad’s screen, but there was no way Dogor could hear us, let alone understand—
“Dogor’s gay,” Wayne said.
“I am unfamiliar with the word ‘gay’,” Dogor says. 
I covered the microphone with my hand and whispered, “It’s obviously responding to us, which is pretty advanced programming for a text adventure, but maybe it just responds to a few key words.”
“Like Siri?”
“I mean, what’s the alternative?”
I moved my hand away.
“Being gay means you like to shove your little dwarven cock into the assholes of other male dwarves,” Wayne said into the microphone, enunciating each word.
“I shoved my cock up your mother’s ass last night, Wayne Dubcek,” Dogor says. 
“How the hell does it know my last name?”
ask dogor about wayne dubcek “Wayne Dubcek is a friend of John Grousewater’s. His current place of residence is 10 Garfield Crescent, Brennen, Ontario. He is thirty-five years old and unmarried. He is a distraction.” 
The address was Wayne’s store, not his home, but other than that the information was dead on.
“Shut it off,” Wayne said and reached for the power cord—
I grabbed his wrist.
Dogor leans on his axe. “John Grousewater, you agreed to save Xynk. Focus on the quest,” he says. 
“If this is a fucking joke, I swear I’ll get you back,” Wayne said. I was still holding his wrist and could feel the tightness in his muscles.
“It’s not a joke.”
“It is not a joke,” Dogor says. 
I covered the microphone with my hand again. “Listen, it’s probably just pulling information from the internet. I could look up your address in the yellow pages. If it has GPS and access to Google Maps…”
“My internet’s password protected,” Wayne said.
I shrugged.
Wayne leaned in closer. “And, you see, the yellow pages are a real thing in a real phone book in the real world, and this dwarf, it’s a character in a fucking game. That’s what freaks me out.”
The bells over the front door to Wayne’s shop rang and Wayne smiled instantly and turned to face his customer. I turned the Thinkpad to face my chair and sat down in front of it. Sheepishly, I typed:
apologize to dogor “There is no need to apologize, John Grousewater,” Dogor says. “Let us infiltrate the Hooded Rat Brotherhood and unravel the mystery of Xynk.” 
Because politeness seemed to work better than insults:
ask dogor if he can wait until tomorrow night to unravel the mystery “Why must we wait?” Dogor asks. tell dogor i have to work on my thesis “I do not know the concept ‘thesis’,” Dogor says. 
It took me thirty more messages to get across the idea that I was writing a thesis, which was like a book, which itself was like a quest, that I needed to write some of it today and that tomorrow evening I would be meeting with a person called my thesis sponsor who would evaluate my progress.
Dogor leans his axe against the wall and sits petulantly on the bed. His big boots barely touch the floor. “If the thesis is important to you, I will wait,” he says. thank dogor “But after the evaluation of your thesis quest is complete, we will unravel the mystery of Xynk,” Dogor says. “Do you agree?” yes tell dogor goodbye “Goodbye for approximately thirty-six hours, John Grousewater.” quit 
Wayne was staring at me from behind his customer’s grey-haired head. I nodded and made a dramatic show of shutting off the Thinkpad. Wayne smiled. “But why isn’t it called a text file if there’s text in it?” his customer was asking.
I leaned back in my chair and yawned.
“It’s just a different format,” Wayne told his customer.
Continue to the Next Part
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2020.10.09 05:57 Day-400 Not sure if this is going to help me any, but I just need to talk.

So my name is Marcel, I am 35 years old, gay and have an amazing partner and a beautiful puppy.
I have been struggling with mental health issues all my life, my life at 15 took a turn for the worst and I have lived most of my life living in hospitals on the psych ward. It too many years, 100s of different medications all taking a toll on my body. The last time I was in the hospital was when I was 28 years old when I finally got a Doctor that cared and also gave me my final diagnosis (Major Depressive Disorder, General & Social Anxiety Disorder and BPD Borderline Personality Disorder). I have been off my meds for a few years now and it’s taking it’s toll on my! I cry at the drop of a pin, I feel insecure, I have no confidence, I have absolutely no motivation and struggle to push through the day and to top it all off I have a pinched nerve in my neck that because of covid I am still waiting for an MRI to see the extent of damage.
I’m at a loss, because in Ontario it’s a fight to get a doctor, it’s a fight to get anything done when I comes to anything medical in Ontario. I am frustrated and at my wits end. I get 764.00 a month so I can’t even pay for a Psychiatrist or even Counselling. The days get harder and harder and I just really don’t know what to do.
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2020.10.06 21:05 autotldr Dealing With Its Own Extremism Scandals, Canadian Military Trolls Proud Boys

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The Canadian military got in on trolling the far-right group the Proud Boys this weekend, by reappropriating the hashtag #ProudBoys with sentiments about gay love.
The tweet comes as the Canadian military is attempting to weed out far-right extremists in its own ranks, via new policies and research.
A 2018 report by the Military Police Criminal Intelligence Section said 16 CAF members had been tied to six hate groups since 2013.
Barbara Perry, director of the Centre on Hate, Bias, and Extremism at Ontario Tech University, is leading a program to help examine the scope of far-right influence among former and current members of the Canadian Armed Forces.
The DND spokesperson said for many years LGBTQ Canadians served in the military despite knowing they could be persecuted.
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2020.10.04 21:44 normancrane A Dwarf Stood At The Door [3]

Table of Contents
Chapter 3 <-- You are here.

- - -

The Thinkpad stopped humming.
My wife was staring at me, the palms of her hands planted on the kitchen table, her eyebrows inching into increasingly acute angles. “I said that you need to go to Doreen’s and pick up my cross-stich materials. Can you do that for me? Are you at least capable of simple, child-like tasks?”
“Of course, yeah. Sure.”
She smiled. “I find it offensive as a human being that you might have a Doctorate soon.”
She poured herself a cup of coffee.
I needed one, too.
On my way to Doreen’s, I stopped by Wayne’s and maybe with a little too much excitement explained the situation in Xynk. He listened while I rambled, and then said, “First, chill out. It’s just a game. An old fantasy text adventure game with no graphics. Like completely nerd material. Second, did you say you put a key into some dude’s eyeball and his mouth opened and you went inside his throat?”
“That’s right,” I said. “There was a room inside him.”
“That’s fucked up.”
“It’s grotesque and surreal. I’m amazed you can do that in a game from the 1980s, although Zork was pretty weird too.”
Wayne looked down at the floor. “Listen, I’m going to be brutally honest with you. Annie called me and said that I’m supposed to keep an eye on you to make sure that you’re actually doing what you’re supposed to be doing. I don’t like lying to…”
“To a woman you’ve slept with,” I said.
“Yeah.”
“I’m off to Doreen’s,” I said.
Wayne thanked me. When I was at the door, he added, “Tell me about that dwarf when you can. I’m surprisingly interested.”
I didn’t drive to Doreen’s. I drove to the local chain coffee shop, ordered a sickeningly sweet and overpriced mango-flavoured caffeinated drink and booted up the Thinkpad.
Welcome back, John Grousewater. Press any key to continue your adventure. 
I pressed Enter.
ROOM IN THE YAWNING MASK You are in your room in the Yawning Mask. It’s bare and empty, which suits an adventurer like you just fine. In the room, you see a TABLE and a WINDOW. The only DOOR leads WEST into the HALL. The DWARF walks toward you. “You have kept me waiting, John Grousewater,” the dwarf says. It’s heavily armoured and holding a battle-axe, which it taps three times threateningly against the wooden floor. Then it laughs a hearty laugh. “But that is fine, for I have already been waiting for much, much longer!” The DWARF crosses the room and pats you on elbow. Its shoulder are wide, wider than yours, but its head reaches barely past your stomach. It looks like a tough, gruff child. “Thank you for freeing me, my friend. My name is Dogor the Double Fisted, and I am a Dwarf of the twenty-sixth level, loyal only to Xynk and whose sole mission is to protect the city from the Hooded Rat Brotherhood.” ask dogor about note “Of course it was I who sent those to you.” 
I wanted to ask how it was possible for Dogor to have sent the notes if he was trapped in a box in #FF0000RUM, but I couldn’t figure out the proper parser, so I typed:
ask dogor about #FF0000RUM “I am much obliged to you for letting me out of there.” ask dogor about hooded rat brotherhood Dogor snorts. “The Hooded Rat Brotherhood are my sworn enemies. I will do anything to destroy them. It is in my blood. I will not rest until they are defeated to the last man, and Xynk is safe.” 
So Dogor was my sidekick, but it was strange to introduce him in such a glitched out way. It would have made more sense for Verbamor to have presented him to me directly in the throne room at the very beginning of the game. On the other hand, maybe my suspicions about Verbamor were right and Xynk was a more complicated place than its superficial quest suggested.
ask dogor about verbamor “Prince Verbamor,” Dogor says through clenched teeth. “May I speak freely, John Grousewater?” yes Dogor closes the DOOR and leans on his axe, exhibiting the facial expression of a wounded warthog. “I have my doubts about Prince Verbamor. I fear it is he who helped imprison me. There are greater forces at work here. The Hooded Rat Brotherhood is merely a tool, the poisoned dagger of an elusive, unknown puppet master.” 
A pimply faced coffee shop employee stood up on a chair and recited, “Ladies and gentleman, if I could have your attention I would like to apologize for the WiFi interruption we seem to be experiencing…”
ask dogor about greater forces “According to Prince Verbamor,” Dogor says, “Xynk has been in imminent danger for thirty six years. For as long as I can remember, its people have lived in fear. The city submits without question to the Prince’s authority. The Hooded Rat Brotherhood remains uncaught. It is suspicious, don’t you agree, John Grousewater?” 
I typed:
yes 
Although in truth I didn’t agree. It didn’t make sense for Prince Verbamor to recruit me to find the Amulet of Vermillion and stop The Hooded Rat Brotherhood if all he wanted was to rule perpetually by fear. Besides, Dogor could be lying. I had no reason to trust him. However—I did the calculation in my head.—thirty six years was 1979, which was eerily within the possible range of Xynk’s creation. My mind tracked back to my meeting with Verbamor in the throne room. I felt the sprouting tendrils of a theory. What if I was a decoy, not meant to succeed in carrying out a quest but summoned by Verbamor only to give the illusion of action? He could be banking on my reputation. He’d promised me riches but only after I completed the quest. In the meantime, he’d given me nothing. I followed a hunch.
ask dogor about tim birch “Tim Birch is dead.” 
For the second time today, I slammed the Thinkpad shut.
My heart was pounding.
I realized I was sweating, and the people in the coffee shop were looking over at me.
“No need to get mad, sir,” the pimply faced employee said. “Internet’s up and ready to go. No password needed.”
I picked up the Thinkpad and stormed out.
Outside, I called Wayne. “Listen, there’s been a development.”
“An unexpected one?”
“I wouldn’t be calling if it was any other kind.”
I explained the situation in the car while driving down what constituted the local highway. I wanted to get Annie’s cross-stitching errand out of the way, then drop by Wayne’s for a serious session of gaming. “It could be a really morbid joke,” he said. “Plenty of developers put stuff like that in their games.”
“So give me one example.”
He couldn’t. “So what are you implying, that he predicted his own death in-game?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s insane.”
“Give me another hypothesis.”
I could hear Wayne’s fingers hitting computer keys. “What if there’s a character in Xynk called Tim Birch, and that character is dead. Like he’s part of the back story, the history of the city. Don’t fantasy games usually have long ass histories that no one ever reads?”
That was a possibility I hadn’t thought of. “Did you try asking the dwarf—”
“His name is Dogor,” I said.
“Did you try asking Dogor about the other guy, Olaf something-or-other?”
“Brandywine. And no, I didn’t ask about him.”
“Then how about we try that first, when you get here, and once that calms you down you can sit in the corner of my store and work on your thesis like you usually do.”
“Annie called you again,” I said.
Wayne sighed.
I ended the connection, pulled off the highway and wound my way through the curved streets of the subdivision to Darleen’s house, with its freshly asphalted driveway and scarlet begonias and little tricycle by the front door that I desperately wanted to kick as I walked by. She opened the door smiling. “Hi,” I said. “I’m here to pick up some stuff up for Annie.”
We made small talk as she dug around in chests and drawers, bent over them as if waiting for me to get up, walk behind her and—
“Oh, here it is!” she squealed.
“How wonderful,” I said.
She walked over cradling a bunch of materials, threads and pattern books, then dropped them on the table in front of me. “Do you maybe want a bag for these?” she asked.
“That would be absolutely great,” I said.
She squealed again and bent over, pawing around in the cupboard beneath her kitchen sink. I took it her husband wasn’t home, and a part of me wished I could stick a key in her eye, force open her mouth—
“Listen,” she said without turning around or getting up. “May I be candid with you?”
“Sure, Doreen,” I said.
“Are you cheating on Annie?”
It was an odd thing to ask a man while sticking your ass out at him, but her tone was oddly sincere. “Cheating, like, sexually?” I asked.
“Dear me, I’m not accusing you. I’ve always taken your side. It’s just that Annie seems to think…”
My wife thought I was cheating on her? I stood up straighter and stuck out my chest. It was a day full of surprises, indeed. My ego hadn’t had a boost like this in years. Even the truth—”I’ve never cheated on Annie in my life,” I said.—couldn’t spoil it.
Doreen wiggled out of her cupboard holding a plastic bag. Her cheeks were gently pink. I held the bag open as she packed the cross-stitch stuff into it. “I’m glad to hear that,” she said. “And I’m sorry I even asked.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I said, touching her hand with mine.
“You’re a truly good man,” she said.
I closed the bag, took it off the table and held it at my side like a briefcase.
“That’s all of it.”
“Do I owe you anything?”
“Good heavens, no. Tell Annie I’m grateful she’s taking this stuff off me. It’s been gathering dust forever.”
“You don’t cross-stitch?” I asked.
“Not anymore.”
I nodded and backed away toward the front door. “I guess I’ll be going then.”
“Let’s have dinner together sometime,” she stammered.
“I’ll ask Annie.”
I didn’t kick the tricycle on my way down the front steps, but I did push it slightly with my foot. That was the extent of my rebellion. I threw the bag onto the back seat of my car, got in behind the wheel and pulled out of the driveway.
My phone buzzed.
Looping my way toward the highway, I read the email that my thesis sponsor that sent me. It said: “I am still awaiting word from you regarding our meeting tomorrow. Please confirm that you shall be in my office at 18:00. We may go to dinner.”
I replied that I’d be there.
At Wayne’s, I opened the Thinkpad even before reaching the table in the corner, plugged in the power cord and booted up.
Welcome back, John Grousewater. Press any key to continue your adventure. 
“So ask it about Olaf,” Wayne said.
I pressed Enter.
ROOM IN THE YAWNING MASK You are in your room in the Yawning Mask. It’s bare and empty, which suits an adventurer like you just fine. In the room, you see a TABLE and a WINDOW. The only DOOR leads WEST into the HALL. “Where were you?” Dogor asks. 
“Well?”
“He’s asking me a question,” I said. “Should I answer?”
Wayne looked at the screen.
He typed:
i was with my buddy wayne, yo “Wayne is a distraction,” Dogor says. 
“Damn,” Wayne said. “Dogor the Dwarf really tells it how he feels it.”
I typed:
ask dogor about olaf brandywine “Olaf Brandywine is a high ranking member of the Hooded Rat Brotherhood,” Dogor says. 
“See, I told you it was an in-joke. Now turn off the laptop and I’ll bring you a better one, and you can connect to Dropbox and work on your thesis,” Wayne said.
“Don’t turn me off,” Dogor says. 
I spun the laptop around so that Wayne could see the screen. He stared at it for a few seconds and said, “That’s freaky, I’ll give you that. Output without input. But it’s probably linked to some kind of timer.”
“A timer that tells it we wanted to turn off the game right after we turned it on?”
“I have a name. My name is Dogor the Double Fisted,” Dogor says. “And I can hear you conversing.” 
Wayne and I both stared stupidly at the command prompt. There was a microphone on the top part of the frame around the Thinkpad’s screen, but there was no way Dogor could hear us, let alone understand—
“Dogor’s gay,” Wayne said.
“I am unfamiliar with the word ‘gay’,” Dogor says. 
I covered the microphone with my hand and whispered, “It’s obviously responding to us, which is pretty advanced programming for a text adventure, but maybe it just responds to a few key words.”
“Like Siri?”
“I mean, what’s the alternative?”
I moved my hand away.
“Being gay means you like to shove your little dwarven cock into the assholes of other male dwarves,” Wayne said into the microphone, enunciating each word.
“I shoved my cock up your mother’s ass last night, Wayne Dubcek,” Dogor says. 
“How the hell does it know my last name?”
ask dogor about wayne dubcek “Wayne Dubcek is a friend of John Grousewater’s. His current place of residence is 10 Garfield Crescent, Brennen, Ontario. He is thirty-five years old and unmarried. He is a distraction.” 
The address was Wayne’s store, not his home, but other than that the information was dead on.
“Shut it off,” Wayne said and reached for the power cord—
I grabbed his wrist.
Dogor leans on his axe. “John Grousewater, you agreed to save Xynk. Focus on the quest,” he says. 
“If this is a fucking joke, I swear I’ll get you back,” Wayne said. I was still holding his wrist and could feel the tightness in his muscles.
“It’s not a joke.”
“It is not a joke,” Dogor says. 
I covered the microphone with my hand again. “Listen, it’s probably just pulling information from the internet. I could look up your address in the yellow pages. If it has GPS and access to Google Maps…”
“My internet’s password protected,” Wayne said.
I shrugged.
Wayne leaned in closer. “And, you see, the yellow pages are a real thing in a real phone book in the real world, and this dwarf, it’s a character in a fucking game. That’s what freaks me out.”
The bells over the front door to Wayne’s shop rang and Wayne smiled instantly and turned to face his customer. I turned the Thinkpad to face my chair and sat down in front of it. Sheepishly, I typed:
apologize to dogor “There is no need to apologize, John Grousewater,” Dogor says. “Let us infiltrate the Hooded Rat Brotherhood and unravel the mystery of Xynk.” 
Because politeness seemed to work better than insults:
ask dogor if he can wait until tomorrow night to unravel the mystery “Why must we wait?” Dogor asks. tell dogor i have to work on my thesis “I do not know the concept ‘thesis’,” Dogor says. 
It took me thirty more messages to get across the idea that I was writing a thesis, which was like a book, which itself was like a quest, that I needed to write some of it today and that tomorrow evening I would be meeting with a person called my thesis sponsor who would evaluate my progress.
Dogor leans his axe against the wall and sits petulantly on the bed. His big boots barely touch the floor. “If the thesis is important to you, I will wait,” he says. thank dogor “But after the evaluation of your thesis quest is complete, we will unravel the mystery of Xynk,” Dogor says. “Do you agree?” yes tell dogor goodbye “Goodbye for approximately thirty-six hours, John Grousewater.” quit 
Wayne was staring at me from behind his customer’s grey-haired head. I nodded and made a dramatic show of shutting off the Thinkpad. Wayne smiled. “But why isn’t it called a text file if there’s text in it?” his customer was asking.
I leaned back in my chair and yawned.
“It’s just a different format,” Wayne told his customer.
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2020.09.29 20:24 vqql "Conjugal," "Consummation," & "Cohabitation"; Relationships at law: 3 case studies in 2 weeks

  1. "Conjugal" - A.P. v. Canada (Citizenship and Immigration), 2020 FC 906
For immigration purposes, are a straight woman and a gay man who had a child together after a "night on the town" in a conjugal relationship?
The FC set aside the decision of the IAD and granted the JR: "I agree, the IAD’s decision was based on a closed mind or bias resulting in an unreasonable assessment of the evidence regarding the possibility of a mixed-orientation couple meeting the criteria for a conjugal partnership."
2) "Consummation" - S.Z. v. X.J., 2020 BCSC 1336
Should an annulment be granted for non-consummation of the marriage? It was, based on a finding of a kind of disability related to lack of maintaining an erection.
["Ed" note: It is bizarre to me that this line of old canonical law, as frozen in time at the laws of England circa 1870, still has bearing on relationships at law in 2020. I know it is codified for Ontario as the Annulment of Marriages Act, but for the rest of the country, it just follows under common law.
So, even though we've changed the definition of marriage, would annulment only be available to "straight" marriages as contemplated in 1870 England, where consummation aka "penetrative intercourse" equals a penis [erect, at that] entering a vagina? So are gay/lesbian/certain trans marriages not allowed to qualify for annulment because they weren't in the mind of the legislator in 1870, or because they don't meet the right definition of "intercourse"? Is it, since it is a 'marriage contract,' an issue of the meeting of the minds and/or implied condition? What if a straight couple agreed to a marriage with an (arguably) limited form of sexual expression, but then one later changed their mind; could that be annulled due to lack of P in V action? The whole line of questioning is so archaic--and yes, I know that it is a relic mainly used for religious reasons to avoid the stigma of divorce. But I guess since it is so rarely used, no one will bother adjusting anything.]
3) "Cohabitation" - Climans v. Latner, 2020 ONCA 554
For the purposes of Ontario's Family Law Act, "[w]here the parties in a long-term romantic relationship never marry, do not have children together, and choose to maintain their own homes rather than live together, was the time they spent together sufficient to amount to “living together” in a conjugal relationship?"
How long/when did they live together?
"[B]etween 2006 and 2013, she slept over at Mr. Latner’s Toronto home no more than 10 to 20 times. ... [I]n considering whether the parties lived together, the trial judge also relied on the time they spent together in the summer at the Muskoka cottage and on trips to Florida in the winter months. But, he says, the cottage only accounted for approximately eight weeks each year and the time in the Florida condo was basically only alternate weekends."
The ONCA agreed with the trial judge that they met the definition of spouses.
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2020.09.29 13:47 cw9595cw Mindfulness And The Power Of Positive Thinking.

I am a recovering alcoholic myself, I 25/m have struggled with alcoholism since 21/m. But earlier this month, I was struck by a car and rear-ended right in the middle of a dark tunnel. I was wearing a helmet and ultimately survived, and nearing the final recovery stages for my accident-related injuries. I am now 20 Days no Alcohol, looking to keep it up. I smoke consistently about twice per day. Approximately every 7:30 am and 7:30 pm. I also Suffer Mild Autism/ASD, as well as Tourette's, Anxiety Depression, OCD, and ADHD. The Asperger's explains the fascination for particular numbers and dates (like Aug 10 or Dec 18/19). Or times/years like 1929 or 1930 and 19:29 or 19:30. It is likely I will repeat information I am excited about (a number or date), but often might accidentally forget a point out or accidentally mislead information unintentionally. I also have an extremely strong imagination (John Lennon taught me to Love and Imagine, George Carlin and Dane Cook taught me to laugh). I am also extremely passionate about trains, as well as great lake freighters and Canadian/American Great Lake shipping. Note: These Novels are not professional, and I do not intend to profit off them, I share them with close friends and family who make helpful suggestions on with to alternate, amend or edit. The Novel I Am Trying To Work On Currently; It's about an Alcoholic Couple and a Stoner Couple who double-date together and also counts and tallies up both their pros/cons. Alcoholic Couple (Becomes Stoner Couple) ; Jackie Rosemary, 24/f, born 1995-12-18, in Jersey City, NJ. USA. Cameron Sage, 24/m, born 1995-12-19, in Jersey City, NJ. USA. Stoner Couple (Remains Stoner Couple); Bessey Bowman, 25/f, born 1995-08-10, in Saint Joseph, Missouri. USA. Cameron Jefferson, 25/m, born 1995-07-31, in Saint Joseph, Missouri. USA. My True DOB = Thursday 1995-07-27 (3rd of 3 brothers/parents 3rd son) Place Of Birth = Earth (3rd planet from the sun) The Fake ID DOB that would make my true age 145 days younger than myself = Tuesday 1995-12-19 Thursday 1995-07-27 is 145 days before Tuesday 1995-12-19. I was due approximately Thursday 1995-08-10 but was born two weeks early via c section (Not one but Two Thursdays Sooner). Two Sweet and Dear Friends of Mine were born 105 days apart in 1995. Wednesday 1995-01-11 is 105 days before 1995-04-26 1:45 minutes = 105 minutes (mind = blown, penis not so much). I am not Lion about this shit (Zodiac Sign = Leo) Occupations; Jackie Rosemary is a Grade School Teacher today at Son-Of-A Bitch Street Elementary School on Son-Of-A-Bitch Street In Welland, Ontario. While Her Husband Cameron Sage, is a Cement Truck Driver for Dane Cook Road Repair, He has been driving around his pimped out CT 1995 that he's owned since his 17th birthday (2012-12-19). Bessey Bowman and Her Husband Cameron Jefferson were both Railway Engineers on The Welland Canal Railway together driving The Wolf Spider Express, Canada's Fastest Express Train, traveling at 145kph between Port Weller and Port Colborne. In 2016, The Wolf Spider Express would often carried older folks 82-92 years of age in the year of 2016, so averaging age 87, and born circa 1929. between Port Weller and Port Colborne at a speed of 145kph, taken approximately 35-45 minutes. Cleveland Browns vs Buffalo Bills at Bills Stadium 2016-12-18. That Sunday Morning, Rosemary's 21st birthday won two last-minute tickets for her and her Husband Cameron Sage to go see the Buffalo Bills host the visiting Cleveland Browns over in at The Bills Stadium. Sage was unfortunately just one day away of his own 21st birthday, therefore would not have been old enough to Purchase Alcoholic Beverages. Jackie sold Cameron's ticket and then spent all the money she got for in on alcohol at the game and got loaded by herself. Then evening Sage was driving his cement truck when he was then cut off by an 86-year-old man who pulled on infront of him, then drove at 25kph on a 50kph marked city street. The Driver's name was Jack Slow, (born on 1930-04-25), and his passenger was Jim Fast, (born on 1930-01-10), they were driving their 1930 Green Ford Model A, and they were also married and gay. They had absolutely nowhere else to go, they were just an 86-year-old couple. drinking beer, feeling queer and just looking for a good time (you're never too old to look for a good time). Suddenly, The Bridge Lights went from Green to Red, then the Road-Gates began flashing bright red then the gates lowered. Suddenly, out of nowhere, an 87-year-old female, whos name was Jackie Lightning (born on 1929-04-14) with her 87-year-old male passenger Dane Whitehall (born on 1929-04-04) were traveling at 105kmph in their 1929 Red Rolls Royce. They Swerved right over into their left-hand lane. Then Dane rolled down his window, and threw some hard sour apple jolly rancher candies at Jim and Jack, hitting them both right in the jaw. Then Jackie flipped Jim and Jack Off yelling, "Go Jack Each Other Off In The Gym You Faggots", Not even realizing they were Homosexual, nor that their names were Jim and Jack. Jackie and Dane, high on cocaine, broke through the lowered Road-Gates and the red light then went out of sight. Cameron, along with the two 86-year-old's in front of him were all stuck at the 87-year-old Bridge. Cameron Sage, 20, then had to wait over 20 minutes at Bridge 21 in Port Colborne, raised for a passing ship. The Ship was The Jack Fitzgerald, a ship turning 21-years-old the following day (The ship shared a birthday with Cameron Sage), it was also registered with The 95 Shipping Company, after being bought from the 96 Shipping Company less than two weeks prior to the dead line. The Jack Fitzgerald was a 731ft. long, 75ft. wide lake freighter with a draft of 36ft. The Lake-Freighter was carrying plenty of Buzz Light-Year and Woody Toys at the front, and tons of whiskey and viagra at the back. Captain Andy Ladd (1985-12-12) and First-Mate Sid Crosby (1987-08-07) both from Port Colborne and Not NHL Players, but had been on the ship together since that very Tuesday, (1995-12-19). They wanted to rip each other's eyeballs out at first, but eventually, they became really good kids. The ship had a maximum speed of 14.5 knots but was going moving only at 1.45 knots, (2.7kph/3.7mph). Dane Whitehall's older 89-year-old Brother John (born 1927-07-27) was out for a good-old-stroll along the canal. He had been even walking slightly faster than the Jack Fitzgerald and was curious "Why is that ship going so darn slow? You know back In my day with my little Brother Dane, them big boats used to give-er-tits". The boat continued at 1.45 knots underneath The Bridge. Cameron Sage was then beginning to Rage, with a cross-eyed frown saying "Fuck This Stupid 95-year-old Bridge". Then once The ship had cleared The Bridge, The Bridge then, unfortunately, had broken down. Sage's once content face, was now a crossed-eyed jaw-dropped frown. By the time the damn bridge was fixed, and finally lowered. Sage was waiting at the Bridge for a total duration of 1:45 minutes (105 Minutes). From 19:29 (7:29 pm) when the Road-Gates lowered, to when the Road-Gates raised again at 21:14 (9:14 pm). Cameron Sage was now 105 minutes later than what he anticipated and now in a bad temper. About 21 minutes later, at 21:35 pm. He was approaching a Railroad Crossing in rural Port Colborne. Then he noticed in the distance, the crossing lights began flashing red and the bells were dinging loud and gates lowered. In a fit of Rage, Cam Sage negatively influenced by what he witnessed earlier, decided to break-in the lowered Road-Gates and smashed right through the crossing, directly in front of the path of a Welland Canal Railway Train. The Train was The Wolf Spider Express was approaching the crossing doing a speed of 145kph (90mph). The Wolf Spider Express was successfully able to slow down from 145kph, to 144kph. Then The Train smoked Sage. In The New's Article, They Put 20-Year-Old instead of 21-year-old, Because it was still December 18th and not the 19th yet. And they put with "Criticial Injuries" even though they were Serious Life-Threatening Injuries, to which Sage of course survived. Sage's Wife was notified, and also Jefferson and Bowman rushed to the Welland Hospital to visit Sage. His wife and two good friends all hugged sage and where glad he was okay. What Happened? They had asked. Cam Sage: It was Ridiculously Stupid of me, a grand total of two words. Ridiculously with an R, and Stupid with an S. That is all there is to it. 3, 4, or any more words would be a total waste of time. Also Cam Sage: "Forever 21? I would've been Forever Fuck-in 20 because I decided to play KFC with a God Damn 12-18 foot long Mama Wolf Spider with 144 babies on her back, 72 girls, 72 boys". Bessey Bowman: Your really good with numbers and dates Jesus fucking christ kid What The Fuck. Also Cam Sage: "Well you see Bessey, Jesus Christ is part of the reason why I like my Year-Of-Birth so much because they count the years, which is now a 4-digit number from when he died upon that, whatever that damn word for pissed-off means they use all the time in Thomas The Train". Cameron Sage's Cement Truck was repaired 4 weeks later on January 16, 2017. Cameron Sage came up to another train crossing. The Wolf Spider Express came thundering through. Cam Sage's Logic: "It is better to stop and wait at the crossing as the rules of the road expect you to obey and follow, I can patiently wait for the Wolf Spider Express to carry all the Happy Older Folks (82-92 years of age in 2016) safely through, but I cannot get a new life, if I broke-in through them gets and that Wolf Spider Express smokes me right off the tracks, that would be a Ridiculously Stupid waste of my 21-year-old life". Cameron Sage was looking to fuck alcohol and become sober with a consistent weed schedule just as Older Folks do so with their medicines and medications. Cameron Sage, who had been drinking 12, 12oz of beer every night for over eight years. If Cam Sage were given a leg or every year he abused alcohol, he'd be a spider now not including the two legs he would already be standing on. 12 X 12oz beers = 144oz/d. Friday 2008-12-19 to Sunday 2016-12-18 = 2921 days apart. 144oz/d x 365 x 8 + 1 = 420,481 ounces over 2921 days 420,481oz Cameron Sage has drank, that is over 35,040 beers! Cameron Sage drank 35,040 beers with the first on Friday 2008-12-19 to his last on Sunday 2016-12-18. 2019-12-19 and later (The New Cam Sage) At Midnight Of Cameron Sage's 21st Birthday, Cameron Sage's Family's Offer: If you go 145 Days without smoking pot, We will give an unlimited supply of alcohol so you'll never run out again. Even though nobody else in our family runs beside you. Then you can have all the alcohol you can dream off, then have those nightmares of two trains crashing head-on in the blue ghost tunnel as if were 1903-01-03. Or let's say, for instance, being on a ship like the Titanic or Fitzgerald then you can't wake up for Jack shit (sleep-paralysis). Also mentioned in Cameron Sage's Family's Offer (4 Bottles Of Wine Later): Cam you really gotta stop smoking pot, only criminals partake in smoking pot, good people drink alcohol instead. This made Cam Sage, turn to Rage, and he was Cross as fuck. There's that Synonym for pissed-off they use in Thomas and the thing Jesus Christ died on I was looking for. Bessey Bowman, Jackie Rosemary, and Cameron Jefferson's Offer: Bowman's smoke-schedule for Jackie Rosemary's Weed Growing Operation she helped Her and Jefferson Organize for Sage Strain Name: Blue Ghost Trainwreck was like as if Blue Dream and Ghost Train Haze had a kid together and naming it Trainwreck. Still today, Cameron Sage has been consistently smoking Blue Ghost Train twice-per-day to keep the doctor away. Cameron Sage smokes at 7:30 am, and 7:30 pm. consistently and has been doing so since his 21st birthday, which has now been nearly 4 years. Jackie Rosemary = grow weed (Blue Ghost Trainwreck) for his injuries, and they would prescribe him 1 gram a day to keep the doctor away. Also Jackie Rosemary: "I'll give up Alcohol with you honey, then we can get baked as shit together, instead of always just drinking a shit ton of booze, which always disables your penis like dial-up internet. Jefferson and Bowman would even double-date often with Rosemary and Sage, They would all smoke blunts, eat pizza, watch Netflix, then have foursomes together and still do to this today, with Rosemary and Sage nearly 4 years without Alcohol and they're 24/m. Jefferson and Bowman have already turned 25 over summer. The double-dating stoner-couples would even go on quadruple dates sometimes (8 total, 4 men and 4 women) instead of 4 total, 2 men and 2 women. That is just what I have so far, I also use these short made-up stories for humor-therapy and mediation.
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2020.09.27 19:45 normancrane [A Dwarf Stood At The Door] - Chapter 3

Table of Contents
Chapter 3 <-- You are here.

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The Thinkpad stopped humming.
My wife was staring at me, the palms of her hands planted on the kitchen table, her eyebrows inching into increasingly acute angles. “I said that you need to go to Doreen’s and pick up my cross-stich materials. Can you do that for me? Are you at least capable of simple, child-like tasks?”
“Of course, yeah. Sure.”
She smiled. “I find it offensive as a human being that you might have a Doctorate soon.”
She poured herself a cup of coffee.
I needed one, too.
On my way to Doreen’s, I stopped by Wayne’s and maybe with a little too much excitement explained the situation in Xynk. He listened while I rambled, and then said, “First, chill out. It’s just a game. An old fantasy text adventure game with no graphics. Like completely nerd material. Second, did you say you put a key into some dude’s eyeball and his mouth opened and you went inside his throat?”
“That’s right,” I said. “There was a room inside him.”
“That’s fucked up.”
“It’s grotesque and surreal. I’m amazed you can do that in a game from the 1980s, although Zork was pretty weird too.”
Wayne looked down at the floor. “Listen, I’m going to be brutally honest with you. Annie called me and said that I’m supposed to keep an eye on you to make sure that you’re actually doing what you’re supposed to be doing. I don’t like lying to…”
“To a woman you’ve slept with,” I said.
“Yeah.”
“I’m off to Doreen’s,” I said.
Wayne thanked me. When I was at the door, he added, “Tell me about that dwarf when you can. I’m surprisingly interested.”
I didn’t drive to Doreen’s. I drove to the local chain coffee shop, ordered a sickeningly sweet and overpriced mango-flavoured caffeinated drink and booted up the Thinkpad.
Welcome back, John Grousewater. Press any key to continue your adventure. 
I pressed Enter.
ROOM IN THE YAWNING MASK You are in your room in the Yawning Mask. It’s bare and empty, which suits an adventurer like you just fine. In the room, you see a TABLE and a WINDOW. The only DOOR leads WEST into the HALL. The DWARF walks toward you. “You have kept me waiting, John Grousewater,” the dwarf says. It’s heavily armoured and holding a battle-axe, which it taps three times threateningly against the wooden floor. Then it laughs a hearty laugh. “But that is fine, for I have already been waiting for much, much longer!” The DWARF crosses the room and pats you on elbow. Its shoulder are wide, wider than yours, but its head reaches barely past your stomach. It looks like a tough, gruff child. “Thank you for freeing me, my friend. My name is Dogor the Double Fisted, and I am a Dwarf of the twenty-sixth level, loyal only to Xynk and whose sole mission is to protect the city from the Hooded Rat Brotherhood.” ask dogor about note “Of course it was I who sent those to you.” 
I wanted to ask how it was possible for Dogor to have sent the notes if he was trapped in a box in #FF0000RUM, but I couldn’t figure out the proper parser, so I typed:
ask dogor about #FF0000RUM “I am much obliged to you for letting me out of there.” ask dogor about hooded rat brotherhood Dogor snorts. “The Hooded Rat Brotherhood are my sworn enemies. I will do anything to destroy them. It is in my blood. I will not rest until they are defeated to the last man, and Xynk is safe.” 
So Dogor was my sidekick, but it was strange to introduce him in such a glitched out way. It would have made more sense for Verbamor to have presented him to me directly in the throne room at the very beginning of the game. On the other hand, maybe my suspicions about Verbamor were right and Xynk was a more complicated place than its superficial quest suggested.
ask dogor about verbamor “Prince Verbamor,” Dogor says through clenched teeth. “May I speak freely, John Grousewater?” yes Dogor closes the DOOR and leans on his axe, exhibiting the facial expression of a wounded warthog. “I have my doubts about Prince Verbamor. I fear it is he who helped imprison me. There are greater forces at work here. The Hooded Rat Brotherhood is merely a tool, the poisoned dagger of an elusive, unknown puppet master.” 
A pimply faced coffee shop employee stood up on a chair and recited, “Ladies and gentleman, if I could have your attention I would like to apologize for the WiFi interruption we seem to be experiencing…”
ask dogor about greater forces “According to Prince Verbamor,” Dogor says, “Xynk has been in imminent danger for thirty six years. For as long as I can remember, its people have lived in fear. The city submits without question to the Prince’s authority. The Hooded Rat Brotherhood remains uncaught. It is suspicious, don’t you agree, John Grousewater?” 
I typed:
yes 
Although in truth I didn’t agree. It didn’t make sense for Prince Verbamor to recruit me to find the Amulet of Vermillion and stop The Hooded Rat Brotherhood if all he wanted was to rule perpetually by fear. Besides, Dogor could be lying. I had no reason to trust him. However—I did the calculation in my head.—thirty six years was 1979, which was eerily within the possible range of Xynk’s creation. My mind tracked back to my meeting with Verbamor in the throne room. I felt the sprouting tendrils of a theory. What if I was a decoy, not meant to succeed in carrying out a quest but summoned by Verbamor only to give the illusion of action? He could be banking on my reputation. He’d promised me riches but only after I completed the quest. In the meantime, he’d given me nothing. I followed a hunch.
ask dogor about tim birch “Tim Birch is dead.” 
For the second time today, I slammed the Thinkpad shut.
My heart was pounding.
I realized I was sweating, and the people in the coffee shop were looking over at me.
“No need to get mad, sir,” the pimply faced employee said. “Internet’s up and ready to go. No password needed.”
I picked up the Thinkpad and stormed out.
Outside, I called Wayne. “Listen, there’s been a development.”
“An unexpected one?”
“I wouldn’t be calling if it was any other kind.”
I explained the situation in the car while driving down what constituted the local highway. I wanted to get Annie’s cross-stitching errand out of the way, then drop by Wayne’s for a serious session of gaming. “It could be a really morbid joke,” he said. “Plenty of developers put stuff like that in their games.”
“So give me one example.”
He couldn’t. “So what are you implying, that he predicted his own death in-game?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s insane.”
“Give me another hypothesis.”
I could hear Wayne’s fingers hitting computer keys. “What if there’s a character in Xynk called Tim Birch, and that character is dead. Like he’s part of the back story, the history of the city. Don’t fantasy games usually have long ass histories that no one ever reads?”
That was a possibility I hadn’t thought of. “Did you try asking the dwarf—”
“His name is Dogor,” I said.
“Did you try asking Dogor about the other guy, Olaf something-or-other?”
“Brandywine. And no, I didn’t ask about him.”
“Then how about we try that first, when you get here, and once that calms you down you can sit in the corner of my store and work on your thesis like you usually do.”
“Annie called you again,” I said.
Wayne sighed.
I ended the connection, pulled off the highway and wound my way through the curved streets of the subdivision to Darleen’s house, with its freshly asphalted driveway and scarlet begonias and little tricycle by the front door that I desperately wanted to kick as I walked by. She opened the door smiling. “Hi,” I said. “I’m here to pick up some stuff up for Annie.”
We made small talk as she dug around in chests and drawers, bent over them as if waiting for me to get up, walk behind her and—
“Oh, here it is!” she squealed.
“How wonderful,” I said.
She walked over cradling a bunch of materials, threads and pattern books, then dropped them on the table in front of me. “Do you maybe want a bag for these?” she asked.
“That would be absolutely great,” I said.
She squealed again and bent over, pawing around in the cupboard beneath her kitchen sink. I took it her husband wasn’t home, and a part of me wished I could stick a key in her eye, force open her mouth—
“Listen,” she said without turning around or getting up. “May I be candid with you?”
“Sure, Doreen,” I said.
“Are you cheating on Annie?”
It was an odd thing to ask a man while sticking your ass out at him, but her tone was oddly sincere. “Cheating, like, sexually?” I asked.
“Dear me, I’m not accusing you. I’ve always taken your side. It’s just that Annie seems to think…”
My wife thought I was cheating on her? I stood up straighter and stuck out my chest. It was a day full of surprises, indeed. My ego hadn’t had a boost like this in years. Even the truth—”I’ve never cheated on Annie in my life,” I said.—couldn’t spoil it.
Doreen wiggled out of her cupboard holding a plastic bag. Her cheeks were gently pink. I held the bag open as she packed the cross-stitch stuff into it. “I’m glad to hear that,” she said. “And I’m sorry I even asked.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I said, touching her hand with mine.
“You’re a truly good man,” she said.
I closed the bag, took it off the table and held it at my side like a briefcase.
“That’s all of it.”
“Do I owe you anything?”
“Good heavens, no. Tell Annie I’m grateful she’s taking this stuff off me. It’s been gathering dust forever.”
“You don’t cross-stitch?” I asked.
“Not anymore.”
I nodded and backed away toward the front door. “I guess I’ll be going then.”
“Let’s have dinner together sometime,” she stammered.
“I’ll ask Annie.”
I didn’t kick the tricycle on my way down the front steps, but I did push it slightly with my foot. That was the extent of my rebellion. I threw the bag onto the back seat of my car, got in behind the wheel and pulled out of the driveway.
My phone buzzed.
Looping my way toward the highway, I read the email that my thesis sponsor that sent me. It said: “I am still awaiting word from you regarding our meeting tomorrow. Please confirm that you shall be in my office at 18:00. We may go to dinner.”
I replied that I’d be there.
At Wayne’s, I opened the Thinkpad even before reaching the table in the corner, plugged in the power cord and booted up.
Welcome back, John Grousewater. Press any key to continue your adventure. 
“So ask it about Olaf,” Wayne said.
I pressed Enter.
ROOM IN THE YAWNING MASK You are in your room in the Yawning Mask. It’s bare and empty, which suits an adventurer like you just fine. In the room, you see a TABLE and a WINDOW. The only DOOR leads WEST into the HALL. “Where were you?” Dogor asks. 
“Well?”
“He’s asking me a question,” I said. “Should I answer?”
Wayne looked at the screen.
He typed:
i was with my buddy wayne, yo “Wayne is a distraction,” Dogor says. 
“Damn,” Wayne said. “Dogor the Dwarf really tells it how he feels it.”
I typed:
ask dogor about olaf brandywine “Olaf Brandywine is a high ranking member of the Hooded Rat Brotherhood,” Dogor says. 
“See, I told you it was an in-joke. Now turn off the laptop and I’ll bring you a better one, and you can connect to Dropbox and work on your thesis,” Wayne said.
“Don’t turn me off,” Dogor says. 
I spun the laptop around so that Wayne could see the screen. He stared at it for a few seconds and said, “That’s freaky, I’ll give you that. Output without input. But it’s probably linked to some kind of timer.”
“A timer that tells it we wanted to turn off the game right after we turned it on?”
“I have a name. My name is Dogor the Double Fisted,” Dogor says. “And I can hear you conversing.” 
Wayne and I both stared stupidly at the command prompt. There was a microphone on the top part of the frame around the Thinkpad’s screen, but there was no way Dogor could hear us, let alone understand—
“Dogor’s gay,” Wayne said.
“I am unfamiliar with the word ‘gay’,” Dogor says. 
I covered the microphone with my hand and whispered, “It’s obviously responding to us, which is pretty advanced programming for a text adventure, but maybe it just responds to a few key words.”
“Like Siri?”
“I mean, what’s the alternative?”
I moved my hand away.
“Being gay means you like to shove your little dwarven cock into the assholes of other male dwarves,” Wayne said into the microphone, enunciating each word.
“I shoved my cock up your mother’s ass last night, Wayne Dubcek,” Dogor says. 
“How the hell does it know my last name?”
ask dogor about wayne dubcek “Wayne Dubcek is a friend of John Grousewater’s. His current place of residence is 10 Garfield Crescent, Brennen, Ontario. He is thirty-five years old and unmarried. He is a distraction.” 
The address was Wayne’s store, not his home, but other than that the information was dead on.
“Shut it off,” Wayne said and reached for the power cord—
I grabbed his wrist.
Dogor leans on his axe. “John Grousewater, you agreed to save Xynk. Focus on the quest,” he says. 
“If this is a fucking joke, I swear I’ll get you back,” Wayne said. I was still holding his wrist and could feel the tightness in his muscles.
“It’s not a joke.”
“It is not a joke,” Dogor says. 
I covered the microphone with my hand again. “Listen, it’s probably just pulling information from the internet. I could look up your address in the yellow pages. If it has GPS and access to Google Maps…”
“My internet’s password protected,” Wayne said.
I shrugged.
Wayne leaned in closer. “And, you see, the yellow pages are a real thing in a real phone book in the real world, and this dwarf, it’s a character in a fucking game. That’s what freaks me out.”
The bells over the front door to Wayne’s shop rang and Wayne smiled instantly and turned to face his customer. I turned the Thinkpad to face my chair and sat down in front of it. Sheepishly, I typed:
apologize to dogor “There is no need to apologize, John Grousewater,” Dogor says. “Let us infiltrate the Hooded Rat Brotherhood and unravel the mystery of Xynk.” 
Because politeness seemed to work better than insults:
ask dogor if he can wait until tomorrow night to unravel the mystery “Why must we wait?” Dogor asks. tell dogor i have to work on my thesis “I do not know the concept ‘thesis’,” Dogor says. 
It took me thirty more messages to get across the idea that I was writing a thesis, which was like a book, which itself was like a quest, that I needed to write some of it today and that tomorrow evening I would be meeting with a person called my thesis sponsor who would evaluate my progress.
Dogor leans his axe against the wall and sits petulantly on the bed. His big boots barely touch the floor. “If the thesis is important to you, I will wait,” he says. thank dogor “But after the evaluation of your thesis quest is complete, we will unravel the mystery of Xynk,” Dogor says. “Do you agree?” yes tell dogor goodbye “Goodbye for approximately thirty-six hours, John Grousewater.” quit 
Wayne was staring at me from behind his customer’s grey-haired head. I nodded and made a dramatic show of shutting off the Thinkpad. Wayne smiled. “But why isn’t it called a text file if there’s text in it?” his customer was asking.
I leaned back in my chair and yawned.
“It’s just a different format,” Wayne told his customer.
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2020.09.26 17:02 FaTsOmAsTeR Goodbye (Full Version)

I’m leaving the game deeeep.io due to many reasons like school starting, not enough time, and the game getting boring. It’s been a fun journey with you all and I’ll miss you guys.
...ok enough of that shit. Fuck you all. Y’all are noobs; especially you shoc. If you were a teamer you were extra trash. Hope you stub your toes ya dumb shits. Especially war; everyone in war is gay and they have weekly orgies, hope you guys get STD’s soon.
Now on to the Fatso awards (this is my opinion so don’t shoot me is what I would say on the main sub, but this isn’t the main sub, so if you disagree go suck a dick).
Best GS’s: Thor, Lolz, Morty, and Squid God
Best Sleeper: Somet
Best Orca: Wez, orcinus, and oo7
Best Croc: Obviously me and ghost
Best Manta: I don’t give a shit manta doesn’t even require much skill
Best Noob: Shoc
Best Gar: Normal username
Best coco: Sword, Cotton, or whatever he’s called now
Best AST: Elivo
Best Thresh: Splatkat (way better than u shoc)
Also I’ve been destroying quite a few of you at your own main that claim to have mastered it. STFU and take a seat noobs.
Everything else is trash so I’m not gonna do them.
Now onto the Gamemode awards
FFA: Ontario-This is not biased he’s just good at everything in general
1v1: Normal Username (pretty sure he’s got 3, 300+ 1v1 scores)
PD: Literally anyone with 2 braincells cause 99% of PD is retarded noobs.
First version: Imagine playing v1
TA: There’s literally no leaderboard, so fuck TA
Things that got fucked up in the latest updates:
  1. Cach (CS wrecks it now)
  2. Shark (got turned into garbage)
  3. Removing Snoots
  4. Penguin Farming + No leaderboard reset
  5. Adding sushui; the map is just absolute shit
  6. Giving bull no ap
  7. Removing flappies and humans
  8. Messing up the 1v1 leaderboard
Retards:
Anzumoz: get over it you toxic/ salty noob
Crocodileee: Teaming youtuber
Not even shivvy qualifies for this lol
Ex-Retards:
Shivvy
SG
SniperEagle
Whoatherebuddycoolit
Corona
Sonic the hedgehog and any other teamers who aren’t in a clan
Last words:
Sad and wez: Ily guys lets helicopter with snik and ontario
Shivvy: Fuck u no homo
SG: more like fucking midget
Anzumoz: Fuck you
Cotton: You probably won’t even see this cause you’re in active
Thor: You didn’t even make regionals…
Ghost: You’re the last croc left
Snik: You’re a traggot
Ontario: Go see a therapist
Shoc: lol noob
Proof I'll kick your asses without trying: https://www.reddit.com/deeeepioscores/comments/izajj3/4_mil_croc_in_under_15_min/

Cya Noobs,
Fatso
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