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ACT 2-6-8: Lingering Scarlet Fear

2023.03.25 03:25 LeeCloud27 ACT 2-6-8: Lingering Scarlet Fear

A blink of an eye passed, moments after the object was thrown across the room by Efena over to Mystia. Sumireko and the others were stunned by what had occurred; some were perplexed, while others were concerned.
What they saw was Mystia being tightly embraced by Satsujin, in a position where Satsujin could act as a shield, a protector for the Night Sparrow. The object had dug deep into his back, injecting firmly well into him. But the object in question was strange. It wasn’t some kind of special bullet that Efena had prepared, nor was it a blade of any kind. It was a syringe filled with an unusual blue liquid that slowly seeped into Satsujin until it was completely drained.
Satsujin felt a pulse of energy course through him, as if a jolt of electricity had zipped from the top of his head to the ends of his toes. He felt a surge of immense power surging through him, only for it to dissipate and vanish, nothing more than a flickering light that had lost its spark. But other than that, he felt fine.
"Mystia…" He said, looking at the girl’s face. "Are you alright?"
"Satsujin…" Mystia looked at his face, seeing the genuine, reassuring smile he gave her, letting her know everything was alright. "You…took the hit for me."
"Yeah…I did." Satsujin said. "Because I wouldn’t want to witness the one I love get hurt." He said.
Within his subconscious, Satsuki was weeping with tears of joy, as though she were watching a soap opera. Satsugrim, on the other hand, did nothing but facepalm as hard as he could.
"Satsujin… You’re… You’re so brave… You’re so heroic. You’re so…Gullible." Mystia’s voice suddenly changed to a dark and scary one.
"W…What?" Satsujin was confused. The way Mystia said that word, it was as though she were now a different person. But that can’t be true, right? He sensed nothing wrong from her, nothing! There’s no way she’s a fake; he would know!
But he was soon to be proven wrong. Mystia’s form slowly began to change. Her hair which was short and pink began to grow long and messy, reaching down to her hips. Her skin turned pale and chiseled like a porcelain doll. Her clothes which were white and brown, decorated with ornaments, turned into a long plain white dress.
"You’re not Mystia…" Satsujin said, backing away from the transforming figure. "Who are you?" He asked.
"Who am I?" The figure said. "Satsujin, have you forgotten what I look like? How shameful of you. I’m Efena. The Goddess of Fear." Efena said, now revealing her true form.
"B-But how!? I thought you were controlling Yukari! You can’t be in two places at once!" Satsujin shouted.
Over by where Yukari was, a root that had been implanted in her neck shriveled up and detached from her, likely due to the force of the impact that she received. Her eyes and form slowly reverted back to normal, as she blinked around, confused about what was going on. But everything clicked when she saw Sumireko and the others.
Sumireko and Suika looked back, seeing Yukari struggling to move. "Wait, if that’s Efena over there. Then that’s Yukari." Sumireko said.
"No…No!!!" She attempted to say something, but her voice was hoarse. She tried to get up, but her legs buckled when she moved. It was as though she were a newborn taking their first steps. "Everyone…Run…Run!!!"
Everyone was even more confused, while Efena laughed. "My roots can do more than grab onto people or spread my fear mist. I can also inject them into the back of their necks and control them for a short period of time. Though I can’t do it on anyone, only those who have succumbed to their fears…Oh, did I forgot to mention I can shapeshift into other beings?"
Of all the moments that Satsujin could be feeling anger, this was one of them. He was furious, a fiery volcano erupting in an explosive manner. To think he'd be duped so easily by someone he hadn't expected. He was heartbroken, knowing it wasn’t Mystia he saved.
"I…Will…Crush you!!!" He shouted, holding his hand out and preparing to unleash a spell card. "Song Sign: Violent String!"

But nothing happened.
"What?" Satsujin was now more confused than before. He tried again. "Song Sign: Violent String!!!" But again, nothing, not even a single bullet was casted. "Why is it not working? Violent String! Violent String!!! Violent String!!!!!"
Efena simply smiled, while her roots began to form around her and Satsujin. Slowly they moved to wrap around his legs, throwing him to the ground. He hit the floor hard, nearly banging his head had he not covered his face first. He didn’t even notice the roots surrounding him. And thinking about it now, he can’t sense anything whatsoever. He was completely blind.
Efena began to laugh, watching Satsujin struggle like an infant, trying to pull himself out of the roots. He wanted to use his intangibility, but even that wouldn’t work. He can't use his echolocation, turn intangible, or even cast magic. He was powerless.
"What’s going on!? Why can’t I use my abilities!?" He said.
The others realized what was going on, and they quickly tried to go over and help him.
"Satsujin!!!" Rumia shouted. "What’s happening right-"
Suddenly, the roots in the room began to spray out their mist, hitting everyone that was inside, including Satsujin. They all tried to avoid inhaling it, holding their breaths, but they couldn’t keep it up forever.
"Ack! That smells terrible!" Rumia said, wiping the mist away from her face. "Satsujin… What is going on?"
She opened her eyes. But she didn’t find herself in the Scarlet Devil Mansion… But instead, she was in a dark forest, where she was met with a woman she was all too familiar with. Donning a fox mask on her face, wearing the traditional clothes of Hakurei, and wielding the honorable gohei that was primarily used for extortions and exterminations.
"N…No…No, it can’t be real… No…Nonono…No…G…Get away…" Rumia said, backing away. "Get away…Get away I’m sorry!!!"
Rumia witnessed her fears come to life. Cirno on the other hand was experiencing something different. She saw the sight of her beloved friends dead on the ground, their weapons broken and shattered, even Letty, the woman she looked up to was nothing more than a corpse.
"E…Everyone…Reisen…Big Sis…Letty." Cirno said.
And as she looked up, she saw a figure floating above the clouds, the full moon embraced behind her, and a single wing that spread wider than their entire body, while a long blade rested in their hand.
"Cirno and the others will be victorious in their fight, managing to defeat the one-winged angel with no casualties." The person said in a cold yet calculating voice.
"You…You killed them…You killed them all… SAGUME!!!!!!!!!!" Cirno screamed with a mix of anger and fear.
The others were experiencing similar fates. Suika had found herself alone again, trapped in her own gourd with no way out. Sumireko was trapped inside a box that was slowly filled with cockroaches. Meiling watched everyone in her family die thanks to the one person who caused it all. Ko witnessed her mother being crushed to death over and over again. Mary simply turned into a rusty blade, worthless in all the ways a blade could be, and forever forgotten as a result.
Satsujin could hear everyone screaming or yelling in fear, while the laughter of Efena played out. "D-Damn you!!! How…How did you do this? How did you take away my powers!?" He demanded.
"Oh? That’s simple." Efena said. "I used a special kind of serum made by a highly intelligent acquaintance of mine. You probably don’t know him, but he’s known by the name Prof. Altalune. He has a very unique ability that was very helpful in dealing with people such as you, the Goddess of Hell, and even the Hakurei Shrine Maiden."
"And what is that!?" Satsujin demanded.
"The ability to disable other abilities."
The way she said it made him realize the gravity of his situation. He can't do anything because his abilities aren't working. He’s nothing more than a regular being.
"I wonder, now that your pesky mental defenses are lowered, that means you should be susceptible to my mist again." Efena giggled. "Only one way to find out…"
She approached Satsujin, imitating a blown kiss while spraying one of her roots directly in his face. He coughed, almost gagging from the intense smell of the mist.
Within his subconscious, his eyes gazed upon a sight that was to behold. He was standing in the middle of the streets of Japan, late at night, with the cold wind blowing by him. He looked at his surroundings, and they were familiar, very familiar.
"This…This is the place that I-"
He stepped back, only to feel a presence behind him. He turned around, looking up to greet the face of a man he swore was dead.
His father was dressed in the same fancy suit, smoking a cigar and laughing so hard it sent chills down his spine.
"Hehehe. Run all you want, boy. But you can never truly escape your past." The man said.
Satsujin, for what seemed like forever, was afraid again. His eyes darted around the place, looking at the buildings and the streetlamps. He saw men and women of various shapes and sizes, all of them wearing identical outfits while holding weapons ranging from bats to switchblades. He walked back, but felt another presence yet again.
He turned around and was greeted by a mature and beautiful woman. She wore a silky dress that showed her shoulders well. Her hair was styled up to make herself look as rich as rich could be, while in one of her hands she held a wine glass that swirled round and round with little effort on her part.
"Mother…You’re also-"
"Don’t talk to me." His mother said.
Satsujin was interrupted by the swiping of her hand, her claws tearing through his skin like paper. He was knocked to the ground, his cheek bleeding. The pain was enough for him to start tearing up, but both his parents were the least of his problems.
When he looked to his right, he saw his brother kneeling on the ground, a bag over his head, and one of the taller guys standing above him, holding a mallet primarily used for pounding mochi. His brother struggled to move because his arms and legs were bound with ropes.
"No…No, what are you doing to him?" Satsujin asked. "Let him go. Please, let him go! He’s done nothing wrong!"
His father let out a laugh, while his mother took a small sip of wine, looking at the man with the mallet and spoke,
"Do your thing already." She said.
"No! NO!!!" Satsujin shouted, he tried to get up but his body was weak. He could only watch as the man lifted the mallet up into the sky, casting a shadow in the moonlight. His father's laughter filled his ears as he screamed in desperation at the sight of him.
Before the mallet could strike, Satsujin was suddenly pulled out of the nightmare by Satsuki and Satsugrim. The gateway to the sequence tried to pull him back using root-like hands, but Satsuki used her bat to crush them into nothing but paste.
"Augh! Gross!" Satsuki said. "I’ll need to clean Ruthless later after all of this."
Satsujin breathed heavily, but began to slow down when he realized he was back in his own subconscious, where it was safe. He looked up, seeing Satsugrim holding a hand out to help him up. He gladly took that hand and stood back up.
"Thanks for pulling me out. I didn’t think that-"
And then Satsugrim punched him across the face, knocking him down.
"Satsugrim!" Satsuki shouted.
"You… Fucking idiot!" Satsugrim shouted. He reached back down to pull Satsujin back using his shirt, forcing Satsujin to stare right into his half-broken mask. "Not only did you ignore my advice, not run away when you should’ve run, and willingly surrender, but now we can’t even use our abilities because of your inept behavior. And for what exactly!?"
Satsujin looked back at Satsugrim, still feeling afraid due to the mist. He could see the level of anger his more negative variant showed, and he can’t help but feel he was right.
"I just...wanted to protect someone," said Satsujin.
"Oh, of course." Satsugrim said in a harsh tone. He shoved Satsujin away from him as he tried to keep his balance. "I guess it was worth giving up all of our powers and skills so you could save the woman who lured all of us into a trap… You’re more incompetent than her right now."
Satsujin wanted to argue, fight back, say something to make his variant shut up. But he can't because he has nothing to say to demonstrate that what he did was worthwhile. He led everyone into a trap, got them all captured, and when they were close to victory, he screwed up in the end.
"Okay, fine. You’re right." Satsujin said. "I fucked up. Is that all you want to hear?"
"Oh wow, you’re actually admitting it." Satsugrim felt a little surprised. "But it’s too late now, Satsujin. We can’t go back after this."
"Well what do you expect me to do then? It’s not my fault that you and everyone else expect me to be perfect."
"Guys, c’mon already!" Satsuki shouted. "What happened to no fighting/bickering? We need to think of a solution that could help us get out of this situation."
"Oh, you got any bright ideas, Miss ‘Swing and a Hit’? Because I am all… all… all…" Satsugrim's tone changed from sarcastic to fearful. Satsuki and Satsujin were puzzled as they both wondered what caused his mannerisms to change.
"Huh? What is it now? Why did you get so quiet?" Satsuki asked.
Satsugrim’s hand was shakily raised to point forward behind Satsuki. Both she and Satsujin turned around to look at where Satsugrim was pointing. And they both turned baffled.
They saw a figure walk towards them, wearing a classy black suit normally worn at formal events. Their hair was well-combed and styled in a fancy manner. He had both of his hands in his pockets, strolling towards the three while a trail of a purple, glitchy essence trailed behind him on the ground. He wore a purple-oni mask on his face, covering up his identity, but as soon as everyone saw him, he took out one of his hands and removed the mask.
Everyone was shocked when they saw who it was. He had the same face as Satsujin, with the exception that there were no scars around his eyes, and instead of red and blue heterochromatic eyes, they were both a vibrant shade of purple.
"No…No. No no no no no nononononononononononono." Satsugrim said in a panicked tone. "We got to move. Now… NOW!!!" He grabbed both Satsuki and Satsujin, pulling them as he tried to make them move.
"Hey! What is going on!? Who is that guy?" Satsujin said.
"He’s the reason I don’t have my eyes! We can’t stay here! We gotta move now!!!" Satsugrim said.
"What? I'm not going to flee like you, Grim!" Satsuki said, yanking her arm away from Satsugrim. "If he's a threat, then we should deal with him!"
"Wait! No!!!" Satsugrim said.
But Satsuki didn’t listen. She ran right over to the purple-eyed man with her baseball bat. She got close enough to where she could swing it right at him, intending to bash his brains out. However-
She fell to the ground, dropping her bat, and lay there, blood seeping out from the bullet wound she received from the man’s gun, which he had in his other pocket.
"Satsuki!" Satsujin said. "We gotta help her!!!" He tried to pull away from Satsugrim.
"Again with this shit!? The last time you helped someone we lost our powers, we gotta move!"
"I don’t care! I can’t leave her! You can if you want!"
"I can’t! You’re supposed to be the main host! If you fall, then he gets to take back control!"
"Who even is he!?"
The man who had been standing far away from them suddenly appeared in front of them, a casual smile on his face and his eyes glaring down at both variants of Satsujin. Both of them froze in terror, their legs paralyzed by terror. In a desperate attempt, Satsugrim threw Satsujin away from him with as much strength as he could, then proceeded to pull out his severed blade to attack the threat. But the threat blocked the attack using the hilt of his gun, putting in little effort to hold him back.
"Grim! What are you-"
"Just fucking go already!" Satsugrim shouted.
Those words were apparently enough for Satsujin to finally understand the situation. He turned around and began to run as quickly as he could while Satsugrim held back the menace for as long as possible. He ran as far as he could, running for what felt like miles, yet never seemingly running out of breath.
"Damn it Grim! The one time you decide to not act so cowardly." Satsujin told himself. "What do I even do now? I can’t use my abilities, I don’t know where I’m supposed to go."
A bullet shot him in the leg. He fell to the ground, wincing from the immense pain he was feeling.
"Auuugh!!! It hurts!!! Why does it hurt so much!?" Satsujin yelled. He figured he could try and pull out the bullet from his leg, but he didn’t know how he could do that. Instead he watched the figure who he believed he ran away from now walking towards him, dragging behind Satsuki and Satsugrim using what looked to be strings made of the same essence that trailed behind him.
He crawled away, trying to get back up, but he shot his other leg in response, making it so he could no longer run. Satsujin yelled in pain, desperate for a way out.
"W-wait!!! Please… Why are you doing this?" Satsujin said. "Aren’t you supposed to be me or something? We’re supposed to work together!"
The figure continued to remain silent. He walked up to Satsujin, pulling him up with ease, and forced him to make eye contact. Satsujin remained terrified of the person, knowing he could not do anything.
"Who…are you even?" He asked.
And finally, the figure spoke.
"...I’m you… Or rather, you’re me… Dai Kensei."
And then it happened. Satsujin felt a flourish of corruption energy flow right into him. He started to scream sporadically, both internally and externally.
Back in the real world, Satsujin was glitching out, his body twitching and writhing like someone who had a seizure. His screams filled up the room, his form changing to become more and more unrecognizable as if he were a sprite in a game that had been horribly altered to be nothing like how it should look.
And then, it stopped. Satsujin’s form changed back to how he was before he became a vengeful spirit, back into being a full-blooded human, as he collapsed to the ground, his eyes no longer red and blue, not even a bright pink and purple, or even blue and red. They were completely white, lacking any color whatsoever.
Efena was a little shocked at first, seeing Satsujin react in such a way. But her shock turned to laughter, laughter that became more hysterical in a matter of seconds. She laughed as though she truly believed she had won.
"HAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAAAAAA!!! Oh…Inco. To think you had planned this far… I knew you wouldn’t let someone like him be." She said, wiping away tears from her face. "You always…always find a way."
Reaching in her dress, she pulled out PB’s deactivated form that she got from Ko, smiling with bliss. "Now all we need is the cube and die and then-"
Her moment was interrupted when she felt a bullet hit her, albeit a weak one. She looked over, seeing Yukari having regained some of her strength now, as she stood up with a look of frustration and hatred, struggling to move but having enough energy to act if she needed to.
"Oh, yes. I forgot about you for a moment. You’re still regaining your energy though, so you’re not going to be much of a threat, are you?" Efena said.
Yukari stepped forward, waddling back and forth while breathing wearily. She didn’t say anything, instead only focused on walking towards the Goddess of Fear. But a root she didn’t see caused her to trip over, falling to the ground. She struggled to push herself back up while Efena continued to laugh.
"Look at you, trying to stand up like a newborn deer. Maybe I should spray you with some of my mist to help." Efena relocated some of her roots to Yukari's position. But before she could spray out more of her mist, she was sucker-punched hard across the face.
Yukari blinked. One second Efena was standing all triumphant and stoic, the next a blinding light zipped right at her and struck the woman across the face. She stumbled but kept her feet on the ground. Efena checked her face, feeling the lingering pain of a punch left on her.
"What?" She said. She then checked her other hand, realizing that PB was gone. "Wait… Where’s the plate!?"
Just then, a blinding light reappeared in the room, erasing the darkness. A figure stood in between Yukari and Efena, shrouded in light. The Goddess of Fear’s eyes widened, filled with mixed emotions of fear and anger, seeing the figure holding PB in their hands.
"...You…It’s you…" Efena said.
"...Who are you?" Yukari said with a raspy voice.
The figure looked back at Yukari, "Can you still use your powers right now?"
Yukari was confused by their request. She had regained some of her energy so she should be able to open up a gap. "I should, but why do you ask?"
As if right on cue, the room started to shake, tremendously. It was as though something was shaking the entire mansion, affecting Yukari, Efena, and also the figure shrouded in light.
Deep beneath the mansion, Demise was somewhere close to where the basement was located, using his powers to affect the surrounding rock and dirt by creating vibrations equivalent to that of high-magnitude earthquakes. He hummed to himself, wondering how long it would take for the mansion to collapse. Because while the mansion can handle many types of weather and disasters, a magnitude-10 earthquake is not one of them.
The mansion began to crack, the pillars that supported it began to break and collapse, rooms shattered, and debris fell. It was only a matter of time before the entire mansion was demolished. Efena, attempting to avoid getting hit, had a chunk of the ceiling collapse on top of her, knocking her out easily.
"W-w-what is going on?" Yukari said, trying not to be thrown to the ground.
"Crap!!! Crap! crap! crap!" The figure of light said. "Quick! Make one of those gaps and help me get everyone out to safety! Now!!!"
Yukari listened to the person, and they mustered the energy needed to make a small gap that was big enough for one person to enter at a time. The figure then moved to grab everyone one by one, moving fast, but not too fast over towards the gap and threw them in. Sumireko, Rumia, Cirno, Ko, Gummy, Shanghai, Mary, Satsujin, Suika, and Meiling were all carried into the portal. It was an easy task due to them all being entranced by the effects of the Fear Mist. They also tossed PB through the gap portal.
Once everyone was sent to safety, Yukari moved to enter herself. But was struck on the head however, and passed out immediately.
"Oh no." The figure said, watching the gap slowly close. They knew they had to go help, reaching over to Yukari so they could bring her over to the gap before it was too late. But before they could even touch her, their wristwatch began to beep loudly.
"What!? No, are you kidding me!?" The figure said with both shock and annoyance. "How is saving her going to distort the timeline!?"
They wanted to complain and ignore the warning. But with their knowledge of how the space-time continuum worked, they could not take that risk. Instead, they were forced to flee, zipping out of the mansion at light speed moments before it completely collapsed with Yukari, Efena, and whoever else had resided inside.
The Scarlet Devil Mansion, home to people of various ethnicities and origins, a place where they could spend their peaceful days like family…Was now nothing but wreckage.
To be continued in ACT 2-7: Dwell Blind Upon the Siren's Song
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2023.03.25 03:24 ThrowawayKarui Having fun with mechanics, but maps & dungeons all feel bad

I picked this game up after MP came out and have been tearing through content, I think it's great to have an ARPG with mechanics sufficiently deep to be satisfying without needing PoE's time investment, a game I used to play but don't have the time to return to (put most of my time into LE on vacation, feels good to nolife a game again).
The one issue that made me slow down, however, is the maps: PoE has great maps that are randomized but also feel kind of like real places, with big premade sections that are mostly invariant. Many of them, like Alleyways or Toxic Sewers, have a good flow, and you can learn the overarching guiding pattern and then run through them almost by habit and say "yeah, I did a full clear" with no doubt in your mind, while also enjoying the small variations between runs that stop your brain from fully going "this is the exact same thing I've done for the last hour!"
Contrast this with LE, which has the worst of both worlds with its two poles of repeatable content, Monoliths and Dungeons.
With Monoliths, they are 1. completely invariable outside of starting position and 2. ripped almost straight from the campaign, so they both become monotonous quickly, and are also laid out such that it is difficult to full-clear. I understand from looking up strats that full-clearing isn't the best way to handle LE, but there's still a satisfaction to maps that allow convenient full clearing if you want to do it. I'm not sure what the intention of the devs is for the future of Monoliths, as the whole "lifted campaign maps" thing makes me suspect that these are just placeholders to speed up development of bigger stuff while still having a functional endgame in place. So I'm not too bothered with this, though I'll be frustrated if it lingers years after 1.0 rolls around.
What really bothers me is Dungeons. You know the PoE maps that no one wants to run because they're just a bunch of dark, enclosed corridors and square rooms with weird dead ends, that have no cool setpieces or good flow or interesting obstacles? That's what almost all the dungeons feel like. It's been so long since I've played PoE I can't even remember the names of these maps, and a cursory look at the PoE wiki makes me think GGG may have wised up and removed some of the worst offenders, but I digress. Back to LE, these Dungeons are nothing but dead ends that force me down samey branching corridor after samey branching corridor, with no interesting setpieces or invariant sections that make them feel like real places (the Temporal Sanctum feels like my dreams when I'm sick: a constant surreal repetition that somehow makes me bored in my dreams). They're just sprawls full of blockers, and the blockers just feel arbitrary, and not like a natural part of the environment. It reminds me of how the Grim Dawn devs tried making their content "variable" by using the same map layouts but randomly spawning in blockers that force you to take a long way around. It's not fun, I can see what's happening, it doesn't feel like a natural part of the world, it's just further stretching an already tedious experience that only needs the blockers in the first place because without them it would just be a massive grid of weirdly-connected rooms and corridors that everyone would beeline through.
The one that somewhat avoids this is the Soulfire Bastion, which has neat bits of flavor where you can see cauldrons being carried along, or the iron floor and fiery atmosphere giving way to catwalks suspended over sinister teal glowing sections full of evil magics. It's still subject to the "grid of sprawling weirdly-blocked corridors and rooms" criticism I've given generally, but it looks cool, there's enough contrast in the present elements that it takes me a good while to feel like I'm going through identical sprawls. Whoever is responsible for its appearance, A+.
As for the rest of them, here's some off-the-cuff ideas so you can get a feel for the kind of flavor and variance I'm hungering for, and so that I'm not just complaining: The Lightless Arbor could have bottomless pits as blockers, rare larger rooms full of small trees and subtly lit by eery blue fireflies, an area with a small pond as a centerpiece, another section with a giant pit in the center with vines creeping up its sides, stuff like that. Its layout isn't too bad, since it's a natural location and I don't have the expectation that it follow some design that looks like a place built for some purpose.
The Temporal Sanctum, I don't know, to start it needs some structure: maybe a central hall, with libraries, servants' quarters, bedrooms, studies, and other parts of the layout arranged semi-randomly but in a manner that reflects intelligent construction for some livable purpose, and not just a fever dream of hallways and libraries branching off of one another incoherently like something arranged by mapping tiles onto a random output from Conway's Game of Life? Maybe the first floor could be more "civilian" and the second could have some real dungeons in it, full of skeletons and occult experiments? It also has so much design space for interesting obstacles, thanks to its whole "time travel" mechanic (which is really cool, by the way! I know this post is negative, but I want to emphasize that this is with the background of loving this game mechanically): maybe an obstacle could be that the floor has crumbed in the Ruined Era and is OK back in the past, or maybe instead of just putting up a gate, a snake wizard put up a glowing magical rune barrier (that even deals a small but flavorful amount of lightning or fire damage to the player if they get near it) in the past that has decayed by the time the Ruined Era rolls around? Hell, combine this with my "lower floor is an actual dungeon" idea: maybe in the past a cell wall is intact, but in the future some prisoner was locked in, but managed to scrape a hole through it over decades.
Now, game isn't 1.0, and while dungeons seem to have assets made just for them, they might also be in an intentionally "minimum viable product" stage like I suspect Monolith maps are, and I'm just not seeing it. I also can't expect this game to get up to PoE's map variety on the drop of a hat. If I got to have my way, I'd say keep Monoliths the way they are, but put effort into improving Dungeons. Monolith maps get samey and I can't full-clear easily, but the changes in starting position liven them up enough, and there's not enough incentive to full-clear to make it make-or-break for my experience with them. It's the dungeons that kill me with their monotony, especially since all the blockers prevent a quick "beeline to the objective(s)" strategy that I can employ if I get tired of a Monolith map.
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2023.03.25 03:22 occams_nightmare Taking the type of people who will pay Elon money and giving them the power to tweet more, this will be epic

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2023.03.25 03:22 Blursed-Penguin No Rest for the Wicked 20



In keeping with the long-standing tradition of militaries around the world to never actually finish doing anything, the end of the initial invasion of Omen was declared on that day. Not the end of hostilities, nor of combat, nor even of major combat operations. The end of the initial invasion. The backs of their forces on-world had been broken, but they were far from done fighting.

Darren wasn’t too enthused.

The order to scramble came just as he finished unloading crates of supplies from the newest freighter into the system. Sighing, he grabbed his rifle and ran for the hangar deck of the Bunker Hill, donning his armor on the way. The Dark Sparrow sat fueling on the deck, about half of the platoon already aboard. Once on himself, Darren learned the circumstances of what had happened.

A number of servicemen had gone rogue while on duty in Omen’s capital, holing up in a building and detonating a canister of chlorine gas. Dozens of civilians were already dead, and they had warded off all attempts by military police to apprehend them.

“Brainwashed?” Darren turned to Pavlov.

“Yeah, definitely.” Pavlov said, consulting a flash card containing the signs of Poslushi neuroforming. It had been noticed that the brainwashed had an eerie calm about them, but were otherwise hard to detect, being nearly identical to their prior selves. Darren wondered when the government would stop panicking about national security and declassify the whole thing about brainwashing.

The helicopter lifted off the ground and started the somewhat short flight towards the capital, apparently named High Unlerin. It was already visible on the horizon; for a major city, it wasn’t very large. Then, Darren saw that it actually blended into the surrounding forest, concrete and metal fading into lumber and dirt roads. The city center was built in the flowy, vibrant style of the Poslushi; the previous had probably been demolished to make room. However, the Poslushi were far more regular in their construction than the Ovinis, making the Rangers’ jobs easier.

Poslushi cities were built in a honeycomb style, which made them horrendous for automobile traffic but otherwise efficient for saving space. It made sense, considering the Poslushi had no wheeled vehicles, using nimble, legged machines in the place of cars. Each city “block” was its own building, constructed in a rough spire shape, sometimes with a statue or similar art piece to top the towers.

This particular one was bright blue, with a structure composed of multiple parts that stretched upward and melded together like wisps of flame. However, it was partially obscured at the ground level by a cloud of sickly yellow-green gas, and a multitude of dark, limp forms lay strewn about. The whole block had been cordoned off, with barriers and hazard-suited guards abound.

“Jesus. Why would they kill their own citizens?” Pavlov mused, gazing down at the numerous corpses below.

“My best guess is scorched earth or maybe trying to induce some sort of terrorism to make our jobs harder.” Simmons proposed, shrugging.

“Well, it isn’t anything we can’t solve with a little bit of elbow grease and judicious application of firepower. Nothing like 8.5mm to dissuade the bad guys, eh?” Sparrow remarked.

“Nothing indeed.” Darren said. The helicopter hovered over the building, its doors sliding open and the lights on the roof flashing green.

“Go, go, go!” Pavlov barked, donning his gas mask and leaping from the Dark Sparrow. The rest followed shortly after, Darren’s heart leaping into his throat before his jetpack kicked on and sent him gently drifting into the asphalt. The gas mask was hot and not well-ventilated, but it was better than the water in his lungs turning to hydrochloric acid and dissolving him from the inside out. At least it wasn’t VX or some equally-terrible nerve agent.

Darren loaded and primed his rifle, finding the rest of his platoon and regrouping. Once gathered, they split up into their combat teams, spreading out to cover all entrances to the building. Darren, Pavlov, and Simmons went to the south doors, while two six-man teams breached the other, more heavily-trapped entrances. Darren ran his hands over the door, checking for anything that could indicate a trap or mine. Nothing.

Cringing, he mustered his courage and ripped the door open, expecting the entrance to explode. It didn’t, somehow. Darren leaned over, rifle brandished–

Thwip. A bullet whizzed past Darren’s head, the shot sounding a fraction of a second later. Yelping, Darren ducked back behind the doorframe as Pavlov discharged a shot from his grenade launcher. The shell exploded in a burst of light and sound, and Darren entered shortly afterward, setting his sights upon the blinded shooter and firing twice. The soldier staggered back, then collapsed. Darren methodically advanced down the hallway, keeping an eye to each side in case someone emerged from there.

This place was quiet. Too quiet. Their intel showed that there were at least a dozen rogue men in this building, but where were the gunshots as the other two teams encountered their own enemies? Surely they wouldn’t guard one entrance and abandon the others?

“Hey, there’s a note.” Pavlov said, stooping down to grab a small, lightly-bloodstained piece of paper from the ground next to the corpse. Darren kept an eye out as he started to read.

To the esteemed units of the United States Armed Forces, or whomever else may find this,

My name is Sgt. Philip Halloway, and I am most likely dead. I am alone within this building; it has been arranged for the numbers to be bungled to increase the urgency of your response. I have chosen to hasten my exit from this world by firing a warning shot; if I had intended to hit you, you would not be reading this. Don’t worry about me. I’ve nothing left to lose anyways, and I’ve chosen this task for myself.

The events of the last few years, namely the Contact Wars and the recent outbreak of hostilities with the Poslushi, have left many embittered, including me. You may know us as the Mankind Defense Home Guard, or the MDHG for simplicity’s sake. You will most likely hear more from us in the coming time.

“The hell does that mean?” Pavlov squinted at the text.

“Go on, keep going.” Darren urged him.

First things first, we do not believe that humankind holds any special place in the cosmos, that we are any form of “master race,” or the like. For that, contact any of the dozens of nationalist, jingoist, or downright neo-Nazi groups out there, to which you will find us far preferable. However, that is not to say that we do not believe the alien to be an existential threat to our way of life and/or survival as a species. Like any threat, they are to be neutralized with efficiency and without sentimentality, up to and including the great taboo of genocide, should it become unfortunately necessary.

This unsavory act was an important step in the preparation of mankind for a thousand more crimes like this, done so that no greater atrocity need be committed. Think of this as sowing salt in the fields of war. One day, you’ll thank us for our insight when your children walk the stars freely and without fear, and violence is an evil long forgotten.

Thank you for your time.

P.S.: Check my chest. No secret keeps forever.

Darren inspected the vest of the dead soldier, the blood-drenched graphene augmented with a strange pouch not present on the standard-issue model. Inside was… oh, no.

A tiny webcam, a little red light on its side blinking, probably still broadcasting. And it had heard Halloway’s entire speech. Darren picked it up and clicked a button on its backside twice to switch it off. Then, he activated his radio.

“Platoon, we might want to relay this to command. Looks like we just participated in one hell of a publicity stunt.”

“Director Hoover? We’ve got a Colonel Jasper here to talk to you. It seems important.”

“Send him in.” the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency spoke into the phone. The door to his office creaked open and a hulking soldier entered, in his old dress blues, his chest festooned with medals of all kinds. He had an imperious, authoritative air about him, but it was not something the head of the most feared intelligence organization in the world would let sway him.

“Director Hoover.” Colonel Jasper saluted.

“Colonel, you mind telling us precisely what your underling was doing gassing a number of civilians on Omen? You’re lucky we found you before the Hague did.”

“The perpetrator undertook this action on his own and with no intervention from us, even if we were mentioned. We don’t control what people do in their downtime.” Jasper shrugged.

“Well, you should, if they’re going to do this. We’ve been trying to establish good relations with the populace and your little maverick’s just set us back severely. You had better hope he acted alone, or your group’s going on the list we use for terrorists. And you don’t want to be on that list, no matter how tough you think you are.”

“If you’re trying to intimidate me, it won’t work.” Jasper said, narrowing his eyes and leaning over the desk. “I’ve fought in the Anathema Encounter, what makes you think I’ll–”

You will not mention that incident!” the Director shouted, slamming his palms on the desk and standing up. Supposedly, Director Hoover was one of the foremost “agents of regime correction” in the service before his appointment, and Jasper could see the killer in him as he postured himself almost predatorily. Then, he collected himself and spoke with measured calm.

“It’s bad enough that you know about Anathema. Do what you must, if you believe that you can rally the people to your cause. But the moment we find any evidence that you ordered this, you’re going away for a long time. And if you so much as say a word about Anathema to anyone, you’ll be in a blacksite before the week’s out. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

Jasper sighed. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now leave. Next time, I’m not going to be nice.”

Hell on Earth wasn’t a really accurate way to describe war. War was a lot worse. In Hell, things were uniformly terrible, and no one was there without cause. In war, things got better just long enough to leave one complacent when they got worse, and it was filled with people caught inside by plain bad luck.

These notions were unknown to the United States Air Force. From so high up and so far away, war was impersonal. You didn’t have to look the man you shot in the eye. No scream of terror, no keening of anguish could carry twenty kilometers into the air, after all.

The bomber squadron was near-serene as it shot over the landscape of Omen. The only sound was the consistent whine of jet engines and the occasional peal of thunder from storms that appeared on the horizon in a flash and vanished as quickly as they came. The blackness of space was readily visible above.

The remainders of the Poslushi garrison had long since seen the settlements of the planet as a lost cause, retiring to the hamlets of the forests to continue the fight. It was a shame; many of the airmen had been looking forward to a tropical paradise to vacation in.

The pilot of the B-60 in the lead turned to the weapons systems officer. “Get ready to drop the payload.” the WSO nodded, tapping a set of buttons on his control console. In the bomb bay, the electric fuses of the dozen bombs activated simultaneously. All the while, the bomber shrieked towards its target at Mach 6.

Three hundred kilometers out, the squadron dispersed, each bomber flying to its own target. There was no longer any worry of enemy interception to be had; the brave pilots of the Bunker Hill had all but annihilated the already small air forces of the garrison.

A minute later, they were within two hundred kilometers. Hypersonic aircraft were, true to their name, rather fast.

“Drop our speed and pop open the bomb bay.” the navigator ordered. Rapidly, the aircraft descended to Mach 3, the great doors in the plane’s belly sliding open. If they opened the bay doors while at cruising speed, the immense change in air resistance could tear the bomber apart. Still, it was moving fast, far too quick for the manually-aimed Poslushi air defenses to track.

“Three… two… drop.” the pilot counted. Nodding, the WSO pressed a button and the payload began falling from the plane at regular intervals. One bomb every two seconds, a dozen bombs total, leaving a trail of falling bombs twenty-four kilometers long. The payload plummeted towards the ground for a few short seconds, and then the tiny explosive charges in the casings detonated, blowing the bombs apart and leaving in their place a whirlwind of swirling, falling papers. Written in the language of the Ovinis, they were a warning, telling any civilians in the area to vacate immediately before the worst happened.

It was no empty threat. Twenty-four hours later, they would repeat this route with a far different payload. The Poslushi would also do well to heed their words, because this time they would be carrying napalm bombs, and a lot more than twelve of them.

War was not hell. It was far worse. However, mankind knew how to make war seem like hell, more literally than not in some cases.

(AN: Forgot to celebrate #10, so let's celebrate #20! Woo! Anyways, I don't exactly like war, as you can see. However, it makes exploring the consequences of a fictional war quite interesting. Just wait until things really start to escalate!

Love 'ya!)
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2023.03.25 03:22 honey-moon-8 Questioning if I have raynauds

My fiancé recently told me about Reddit and I discovered there’s a whole thing here just about raynauds.
I am in my late 20s. I take ADHD meds daily as well as a mood stabilizer. I do also love my caffeine.
About a month ago, I was at work bent over blowing the dust off a part to get painted before it got put on our line (I work in a factory and I was in a big rush) when I stepped over on an air hose that was connected to a sander. The sander fell on right below my thumb on its side. After that I was getting pins and needles every time I touched anything. Pinching and grasping was painful. I went to the doctor, he told me I had a bone contusion. I wore a brace for a week. Upon taking off said brace for my follow up appointment a week later, he noticed my hand was purple and asked me if I ever had seen a doctor for it. I was like no, and I figured it was cause I had the brace too tight. Well I started paying attention more, and every day my hand turns purple. The cold definitely makes it worse, and I’ve been wearing gloves. The odd part about this is it’s just the hand I hurt. I have never had this issue before. It’s definitely been freaking me out.
When I told work about it they had me get a ct scan, that showed I have an abnormally tiny radial artery, and told me it had nothing to do with my injury and to see my primary doctor. I seen my primary and she noticed things on my ct scan the workers comp doctor overlooked (figures) like my radial artery doesn’t branch off like it should under my thumb right where the sander hit. Said I needed to go back to workers comp.
These people are digging through my medical records as we speak to “make sure” I didn’t have this condition prior and will not let me get treatment until the “investigation” is over. They plan on sending me to a vascular specialist, but truly I’d like to see a hand specialist instead.
The not knowing and the pain I am getting is KILLING ME. The more purple my hand gets, the more pain I am in. My arm doesn’t turn purple, and neither does my right hand or my feet.
I only noticed this after the workers comp doctor did. I worked for a delivery company outdoors for two years. I was in the snow, sleet, rain, wind… you name it. I was wet and cold for 10 hours a day, 5 to 6 days a week, depending how busy we were. You have no idea how bad I needed a dry towel most of those harsh weather days.. My hands NEVER turned purple.
I also just noticed these weird sores on my first finger. Odd because they almost kinda look like a callus or something but I haven’t used this hand for anything in the last month. Also, I read online something about white fingers? Like if you use vibrating tools this could trigger raynauds.
My hands rarely have the distinctive line where it’s white and then purple tho. They’re pretty much all purple, all the time. I’d post a picture but I have no clue how to use this..
PLEASE if you have any advice on how to make this better, or tips let me know your experiences!
Thanks, -your purple handed friend
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2023.03.25 03:21 PlaydateWithFire Itchy hive like bumps on skin

25F 150lbs Medications: birth control, spironolactone 100mg, tretinoin, and dapsone. All for acne.
I have terrible skin and am prone to getting acne and random pimples on body. As of the last few days I have been getting itchy bumps on the skin. They start off like hives before finally turning into a red dot. Some of the spots have a little whiteness to them.
I started getting them under the armpit (I have 2 there), then I have 2 on my stomach, and 3 on my thigh. All on the right side of my body. I’ll post the pics I have in the comments (can’t get the under arm ones and the others are in hard to get places so the quality may not be the best.)
I was thinking it could be bed bug bites because that’s what it kinda looks like and I wake up with them, but me and my sister checked my bed and under the mattress and didn’t find anything. Plus sometimes these pop up in the middle of the day when I’m not in my bed.
I am going to schedule myself a dermatologist appointment when they open again on Monday, but I was wondering if anybody had any input before I go. Thanks!
Pics in comments
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2023.03.25 03:18 pokematic Elsa is the True Villain of Frozen

Elsa has all the classic traits of a Disney villain, and more.
  1. She is a queen (the coronation ceremony was completed), and queens are always evil in Disney films, see Snow White.
  2. She has magical powers and is a woman, and since she isn't a fairy godmother like in Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty, she has more in common with Maleficent, the evil queen, Ursula, Madam Mim, Mother Gothel, and such, all of which are villains.
  3. She straight up psychologically tortures Ana throughout her childhood. That's what "Do You Wanna Build A Snowman" is all about.
  4. She leaves the kingdom for dead and says "let them die" when she finds out her freezing is going to kill everyone in the reprise of "for the first time in forever."
  5. Her magic almost kills the main character TWICE (accident or not, the heroes don't almost kill other heroes, and if they do it only happens once).
  6. She uses her magic to make minions (Olaf, the little snow things, and the giant snow monster), something only seen by really bad villains like the horned king.
  7. She has a song about how great it is to be bad (Let it Go has the line " No right, no wrong, no rules for me, I'm free," where she strait up admits "I am not going to care about right or wrong, it's all about me"), and is her only song and the only Disney characters that get one song in Disney musicals are side characters and villains (the heroes always get more than one, and she is no side character).
And not only is she the true villain of Frozen, she is the worst villain in the entire canon (even worse than "I want to kill puppies" Cruella), and that's because her villainy extends into the real world.
  1. Her villain song was the most overplayed song that drove all parents crazy, a tactic that is used for psychological punishment and interrogation for enemies of the state (don't have
  2. She managed to brainwash the masses into thinking she was the main character and was worthy of all the attention (the number of girls dressing up as Elsa had to outnumber the girls dressing up as Ana by at least 100 to 1, Elsa had her own toys but Ana toys either also had Elsa toys or had Elsa predominantly featured on the packaging). Hiding amongst the Disney princesses as if she is one of them (but she isn't, she was coronated Queen, and while she might be around the same age as most of the princesses, this feels like a "how do you do fellow youths" thing).
  3. And worst of all, she brainwash the masses into thinking her magical crime against nature know as Olaf was more important than the actual princess main character (seriously, I could find more Olaf merch than Ana merch back when this movie came out).
Matpat, if you use this theory, please reach out to do a collaboration. I can do entertaining voice overs recorded in my closet too. I've also held this theory since 2015. Your comment about "the villain getting a redemption arc in Frozen 2" in this video was correct (because Elsa does get a "redemption arc" of sorts in Frozen 2), it just wasn't the villain people thought it would be.
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2023.03.25 03:16 maxplusmaria Trouble with css gradient in js function?

Hi, new here so forgive me if I miss some information. I'm trying to introduce a css gradient using js a function (into a twine sugarcube 2 story if that matters, running in a chrome browser)

window.colors = function () {
var color = document.getElementById("color").value;
//This works:
if (color == 'white') { document.getElementById("bgc").style.backgroundColor = "#FFFBE4"; }
//This does NOT work:
if (color == 'white-blue') { document.getElementById("bgc").style.backgroundColor = "linear-gradient(to left, #FFFBE4 , #64C4EE)"; }
Per various tutorials I've tried declaring the hexcodes as their own variables, playing with quotations and element types, setting both colors as input values, and even as style elements in new div elements, but nothing has worked. Any help would be greatly appreciated!!
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2023.03.25 03:14 MaggieConnors85 [By bangyababy] : Reasons Why Fans of Color Leave/Don’t Interact with Fandoms

Feel free to add more, but do you feel that this is a legitimate issue?
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2023.03.25 03:11 MaggieConnors85 [By bangyababy] : Reasons Why Fans of Color Leave/Don’t Interact with Fandoms

feel free to add. But would you say this is a legitimate issue?
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2023.03.25 03:09 RealCountryBoy My wife & I had some High Strangeness (traveling, missing time, etc)

I debated with myself on creating an alt to post this but I'm an open book. I'm a 'say what I think and tell how I feel' kind of guy. I've seen many here give similar accounts so it inspired me to give mine. I'm not making this up, it really happened. I have better things to do than spin BS. We still feel weirded-out about it and talk about it once in a while. We have never told many about this except for my dad & mom and I've not ever posted about it in detail. I've had some crazy things happen in my life and seen some things that boggle the mind that most would never believe and may give these accounts someday. I nor my wife have any history of mental illness, do not use drugs, prescription or otherwise, and have never been alcoholic. This is one of my accounts:
It was about twelve years ago on a September day. It was time for me to renew my license so me, my wife and two sons, who are 1 & 2 years old, set out to drive a few towns over, about 45 minutes away, and renew my license. It was a crispy fall day. I still remember how beautiful it was. We left home about 8am or so because we knew we would be back home by eleven and have some time with the babies before our daughter got off the bus at 2:40pm. We had plenty of time. We arrived at the DMV a few minutes after nine. My wife stayed with the kids while I ran in to DMV. I got my license and walked out 10 minutes til 10. As I walked to the car, I saw my wife standing outside smoking and our babies were asleep. We got in the car to come home... and that's where things got very strange.
As we pull out of the plaza and onto the off ramp I began to feel very weird. I felt a vibration inside me. I'm not talking about a vibration like driving on the rumble strip or sitting on a washer. I'm talking about it felt like the cells inside my body were vibrating at a sub-atomic level. I've never felt that before. I began to wonder if I was having a medical emergency. As I looked over at my wife as we drove down the off ramp, we both faded into black.
Next thing I know I'm watching those white painted divider strips in the middle of the highway that separate the lanes. Each one passing by very quickly and I am watching thinking how interesting it is. Just one after another. I'm in some kind of trance or daze or something. I felt very strange. I was not in control of myself. Then I looked over at my wife and she was leaned all the way forward in her seat close to the windshield, seatbelt extended all the way, her eyes were WIDE OPEN and her mouth was gaped open. I've never seen her do that before nor since and at the time I thought it very strange. Then I go back to watching those white lines on the highway. Then its as if I start fading back in. I become aware of my hands on the steering wheel. I look back over at my wife and she closes her mouth and leans back in her seat. We came to at the same time.
Then it was as if I were released and given full control and I was now fully aware and I said "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WHERE ARE WE??!!". My wife is looking around puzzled. She checks the babies and they're still asleep. I'm trying to figure out where we are. There's no way! NO WAY!! We are getting ready to drop into the capital city. This isn't even the way we were traveling! I immediately pull off the highway and we start discussing what just happened. I asked my wife what the last thing she remembered was and she said coming off the ramp right after we left the DMV. I said me too and told her about the vibrations I felt and how I just faded to black. We were stumped, a little panicked, etc. I then see the clock and its 2pm. THERE'S NO WAY!! I asked where 4 hours went and how we're so far out of our way. None of this made any sense.
My wife had to call my parents and have them pick up our daughter off the bus. My mom asked if everything was okay and my wife said that we're all okay but no and that we would explain when we got there. At this point, it was closer for us to drive through the capital city and come around the back way home. We were about an hour and forty five minutes from home. As we drove home I kept trying to rationalize this. I would say a few words and stop. She was doing the same thing. We finally get home and I tell my mom and dad what had happened and they know we aren't liars or anything and they didn't really know what to say. This happened. I don't know what it was. I don't wanna dox myself but this happened where a famous UFO/alien monster thing happened many years ago.
About two months later, we were in bed asleep and I woke up all of a sudden. There was a dull blue light in our bedroom in front of the windows. It was the size of a basketball. I laid there looking at it and could see that it was 3 dimensional. I dug my elbow into my wife's side and said look. We watched for a couple minutes then it turned off. I got up and tried to debunk what it was but there's nothing that could've created that effect. Is it connected? IDK. Not long after this I noticed a scar on my right wrist. It is a perfect triangle-shaped scar about the size of a pea. Have no idea where that could've came from. My wife checked herself but didn't find anything out of the ordinary. Okay, so we live in a tourist-y lake town. We were out and about and I saw a tourist magazine on the counter of a local gas station. Later when I'm home I'm sitting in my chair just thumbing through it... and that's when I came across an account that someone had sent in to this tourist mag. My jaw hit the floor.
This lady said her & her husband had came to our lake on vacation and had a strange occurrence. She said they were in a small canoe going across the lake when all of a sudden they blacked out or something and then woke up sitting in the canoe in a dry drainage ditch beside the lake. If I remember right she said they were 15-20 feet from the lake water. They didn't understand how they ended up there and were scared. They had to carry their canoe back to the water and paddle away. She said they packed up camp and left and weren't ever coming back here. Is this strange enough for you, HighStrangeness? lol
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2023.03.25 03:05 angelleb711 [WTS] OLIGHTS

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2023.03.25 03:04 gildedgannet Flotilla Killing: An Unbelievably Inefficient Guide to fly-swatting

Now, this was always something I thought about when shooting at the Gozantis that will harass and annoy at all times. "What upgrades and ships will ensure a Gozanti is destroyed for cheap?" I have mulled it over, and here are the answers.
The stipulations are: - dice are believed to be blank if we cannot know what they are - 1 shot, not one activation. The exceptions are called out. - Commanders are factored in if necessary, lowest point cost if not - Doss not need to sustain such Flotilla Killing across rounds - Optimal conditions
This results in a literal guarantee. An SSD shooting from its front arc is "guaranteed" to kill a flotilla. There is the chance that it rolls all blanks and Accuracies or variations thereof.
To get it out of the way, the GAR cannot in any way guarantee a Flotilla kill. They can guarantee that a Scatter Token is locked down, but no Flotilla deaths. This is because of their lack of Ion slot and few dice setting squadrons or other Fleet Support abilities. They are much more about Defense and Command management.
In First place, we have the Empire with a whopping 79 points of Raider-II. Equipped is
Varnillian takes an Accuracy when she deploys. While attacking at close range, she swaps out the Black Die for the accuracy. Then a blue die is added with ConFire Dial. The accuracy locks down the Scatter. The Evade does nothing. The 4 Blue dice, which are guaranteed hits, kill the flotilla.Flotilla.
In second place is the Seps at 172 points. It carries an un-upgraded Gozanti for 27 points and
For 148 points. ConFire in the blue at the side, add QBTs, then switch a non-blue die to an Accuracy using Kraken and spend it to lock the Scatter. 4 blue dice with SW-7s kills the Flotilla.
In last place comes the Rebellion at 234 points. Notably, the Rebels are the only faction who do not need SW-7s or dice addition.
Instead, it is Malee Hurra for 26 (ugh) points, the Home One and its title with Flag Bridge and Intensify for 118, an MC30 Scout with H9's and APTs for 75 points, and the 20 point commander.
The MC30 uses H9s and Home One to lock down both of the defender's Defense Tokens. Use Malee to add the Black Crit + Hit, use IF for another damage, and APT deals yet another damage. That's a dead Flotilla.
As to the cheapest Flotilla killer than can kill a Derlin Bright Hope GR75, it is the QBTs ISD-II with SW-7s and Jonus for 166 (counts the commander). The DBH GR has an effective 6 health. The ISD can commit 6 damage and an accuracy. Thus, the Empire remains the undisputed ruler of guaranteed Flotilla Killing.
As to a double tap for the kill? Well, you can bring down the Rebel cost by using a SW-7 CR90B in place of the MC30, but it isn't enough to beat out the Seps.
By no means are these actual builds for destroying a Flotilla. Please, do not try this until you get really desperate to kill the annoying Gozanti.
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2023.03.25 03:03 kayenano The Villainess Is An SS+ Rank Adventurer: Chapter 3

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Juliette Contzen is a lazy, good-for-nothing princess. Overshadowed by her siblings, she's left with little to do but nap, read … and occasionally cut the falling raindrops with her sword. Spotted one day by an astonished adventurer, he insists on grading Juliette's swordsmanship, then promptly has a mental breakdown at the result.
Soon after, Juliette is given the news that her kingdom is on the brink of bankruptcy. At threat of being married off, the lazy princess vows to do whatever it takes to maintain her current lifestyle, and taking matters into her own hands, escapes in the middle of the night in order to restore her kingdom's finances.
Tags: Comedy, Adventure, Action, Fantasy, Copious Ohohohohos.

Chapter 3: Kingdom In Debt
There were more empty chairs than usual today.
Dinner was becoming a rather solitary affair, wasn't it? In my memories, I could hear the grandstanding and the laughter as my brothers and sisters fought, argued, laughed, and did something that was a mixture of all three.
That was many years ago now.
A tragic thought, considering I surely wasn't old enough to be able to look back on times gone by. Yet time ran swiftly for royalty. Especially at dinner.
I placed my napkin down on my plate, satisfied at a meal shorn of any wonky carrots, if not the crumbliness of the sweet potatoes.
The plates belonging to my mother and father were long cleared. Clarise was dining alone in the observatory, dabbling as she did in her trinkets and toys. The rest were working. Dinner, still. But working dinners nonetheless.
My eldest siblings were enamoured with politics, and were thus exempt from our mother and father's fussing. Even without being given the choice, they would dine with the daughters and sons of the Ducal Houses.
Already, there were rumours of factions as influence ebbed and flowed between them.
I didn't believe any of it, of course. In other nations, other kingdoms, perhaps. But not this one. House Contzen did not do in-fighting. Except when Roland let out the most abominable of smells while sharing a carriage with Tristan. Then there was blood. Usually when Mother put a stop to it.
Otherwise, we were well behaved … if not exactly normal.
Yes, even for someone as far removed from normality as I, even I could recognise that what I was seeing in front of me was not normal. And I was not referring to the untouched confit de canard braised with hot oranges. No, that was just eccentric. And disgusting. Please don't ever make it again.
No, what I knew was not normal … was the 14 layer cake that was threatening to either touch the ceiling or collapse the table beneath its weight.
“Did you enjoy today's gratin dauphinois de patates douces, dear?” asked Mother, beaming with excitement as she lowered her teacup. She'd finished drinking it over ten minutes ago. “The spring harvest is truly bearing fruit this year. Everything was delectable.”
Next to her, Father gave a chuckle as he toyed with an orange from the fruit basket. I wondered if that's why they all tasted somewhat shrivelled up.
“The stewards say that this year's yields will be our finest yet,” he said. “The markets will be teeming with people from all across the continent for our seasonal wares.”
I cocked my head and gave a puzzled smile. Wasn't that what the stewards said last year? And the year before last?
If so, it'd mean that quantity was truly no replacement for quality. What good was more food if I could only stomach less of it? The bourguignon d'agneau was overdone, the gougeres were dry and the oeufs en meurette were the consistency of tepid pond water. How could I live in these conditions?
Why, if I didn't know better, I'd almost say that the food tasted ... old. It's a wonder I was still alive!
“That brings joy to my heart,” I replied, pushing my semi-emptied plate away. A maid immediately scooped it up and retreated to the kitchens. “Our beautiful kingdom can only be made richer still by the presence of so many curious visitors experiencing the fruits of our labours.”
“Well spoken, my dear. Wealth begets wealth. Ours is a prosperous land. And it is only both wise and fair that it's enjoyed by people from across every realm.”
My father smiled with unabashed enthusiasm. I couldn't help but smile in return. Even though I knew that we were simply avoiding the main subject here.
The extremely gaudy 14 layer cake smothered in cream and strawberries.
“Mother, Father.” I let out a small cough. “The cake. I can't help but notice that the maids began assembling it during dinner.”
“Oh, goodness, did you notice?” said Mother, looking sheepish. “I hope it didn't ruin the surprise. I actually hoped that the construction process would have been rather more discreet.”
“No, Mother, they were very discreet. Why, when the topmost layer began toppling over, I barely noticed as three of the maids locked arms to prevent a collapse, while another utilised a halberd from the wall to lodge it back into position.”
My mother let out a sigh of relief.
“Good, good. Then I suppose it hasn't all been to waste.”
“That would depend. The question needs to be asked. Why, Mother and Father, do we have such an extravagant cake prepared?”
“For you, of course!”
Both Mother and Father smiled at me. I smiled back, as all my tutelage taught me. I was quite proud of this. Because inside, I wasn't smiling. Oh no. Not at all. I was peering down a chasm as wide as the ground once this table inevitably collapsed under the weight of this cake.
Because as certain as the fact that all the maids had conspicuously retreated from the hall, a cake on a day where no cake should be served was the guillotine for my good, if slightly strange day.
“I see.” I swallowed. Hard. “Thank you. It looks wonderful.”
“You're very welcome, dear. The strawberries are your favourite variety. And the cream was only whipped minutes before the cake was assembled.”
“Yes, the gleam is very enticing. However, I must apologise. The occasion has completely evaded me. If I may be so bold as to ask, why are you gifting me with such a luxurious cake, topped with my favourite strawberries and freshly whipped cream?”
My mother elbowed my father, who elbowed my mother, who kneed my father, who shouldered my mother, who headbutted my father.
“My dear,” said Father, his eyes spinning slightly. “Do you remember Duke Hallingsey?”
“I do. He visited two years ago. His beard left a strange trail on the floor as he walked. I could not tell whether it was hair or something living inside it.”
“That's the fellow! And what do you think about his son?”
“I'm afraid I didn't meet him. He was, if I recall, too busy introducing himself to the statues in the gardens. Should I ask them if he was charming?”
My father's smile quivered momentarily. I couldn't tell if he was struggling to maintain his forced expression, or if I'd simply said something to actually amuse him.
“Darling,” said Mother. “Duke Hallingsey's son is a worthy match for you. Although it's true that in the past he was known for his eccentricities, he has been tempered into a fine young man. Just as you are a fine young lady. All we're asking for is a meeting.”
“A meeting.”
“Just a meeting?”
“Just a meeting. And also marriage plans.”
“I see. Thank you, Mother and Father. It's as you say, the son of Duke Hallingsey is a fine match. I will, of course, consider this meeting in due course. Once I've made my decision, I'll inform you immediately.”
I nodded, smiled, and rose from my—
Rose from my—
Rose from—
I looked down.
Hmm. Interesting. I wasn't rising from my seat.
Despite my legs clearly working to eject me from this chair, the fact remained that I was firmly stuck to it. Only the chair itself moved, its heavy wooden frame budging by approximately half an inch as I forced my muscles to push against what felt like a wall.
I smiled at my parents.
“Why am I stuck to this chair?”
Mother leaned forwards and cut a small slice of cake. She placed it over a plate, considered me, then began nibbling on the end instead.
A wise choice. Offering me the cake would have been offering me a weapon.
“A troll caravan visited the villa earlier. They touted us a new invention created by the greatest minds of the Mage's Guild. The traders called it … what was it, darling?”
“Super glue.”
“Yes, that's it. Super glue. Its efficacy is stunning, wouldn't you say? It creates an unbreakable bond between almost any material. Why, we even managed to fix the crookedness of your grandfather's portrait. It no longer tilts on its own.”
Crank. Crank. Crank.
I scraped the chair across the marble floor as I forced it to move one chair leg at a time.
“Yes, highly impressive,” I replied. “Almost as much as your attempts to marry me off.”
“Really, dear!” said Mother. “There could be worse matches. If Duke Hallingsey's son isn't quite your cup of tea, then there's also—”
“Neither Clarise nor Florella are married. And Roland and Tristan's engagements are indefinitely postponed.”
“Your brothers and sisters are working hard to secure the future prospects of this kingdom in their own ways, dear. It's not necessary for them to remove themselves from a table they may still use for their advantage.”
“I can do that when I'm older. The same as them. Why is this being discussed now? What is this about? This is quite clearly out of the blue. Your last attempts to marry me off at least came with a hint of subtlety.”
“Oh? You actually knew?” Mother's eyes lit up with triumph as she turned to Father. “You see? I told you she wasn't tone deaf to social nuance. She was just being difficult.”
“I'm not tone deaf and I'm not difficult,” I said, continuing to noisily slide my chair towards the nearest door. “Now, why are we, and I mean the both of you, suddenly seeking a marriage arrangement for me?”
My mother looked at my father. This was all the bad news she was willing to give.
“We're bankrupt,” he cheerfully said, before accepting a piece of the cake being offered by my mother. “Gosh, we overpaid for these strawberries, didn't we?”
“Dry as a wicker basket. I told you so, darling.”
“I apologise. Next time, do ignore me if I try to go with my gut instincts. You need to be more incessant.”
“I try. But you've failed so much with your gut instincts that you're always convinced the next will be correct.”
“Well, a streak has to break at some point, doesn't it?”
“Mother! Father!”
I slammed my palms down on my thighs. I could hear the glue setting even further. My regret was deep.
“How are we bankrupt?! Do you mean to say that we're … that we're … poor?!”
Father nodded as he slid a crystal glass of amber wine towards himself.
I almost fainted on the spot. Although I wasn't sure how much of it was due to physical exertion. Chairs were remarkably heavy.
“The truth is that the previous years have been rather difficult for the kingdom, dear. The promised crop yields never materialised. Ships have ceased to trade at our ports owing to the pirates in our straits. Rival criminal syndicates plague the capital and monsters stalk the open roads, all the while our soldiers must stand vigilant against the continued skirmishes on our eastern border. Our forests are beset with unfathomable snow and a hole into the abyss has been discovered in our mines. Oh, and Duke Valence is in open revolt. Really, it's been one thing after another. We've done what we can do stifle the effects. But there is only so much we can do. Our vaults are now empty. Would you like a slice of cake?”
I stopped skidding forwards, then slowly, twisted my chair around.
This … This sounded awful?!
“Why didn't I hear about this before?!”
My father smiled kindly at me.
“There was no need to tell you, dear. And in truth, we may well have not needed to. Your brothers and sisters are securing alliances, loans and deals as we speak. There are promising winds, if nothing more. If all goes well, then perhaps this marriage proposition is not needed, after all.”
My arms fell to the chair's sides.
My brothers and sisters. So they knew. But of course they did. They were the shining stars of the kingdom. And what was I, but a princess in her tower?
I thought back to the days of sloth I enjoyed. To the scandals and the villainy I read about in my books. To the countless hours I'd spent tending to the apple trees, napping in the grass and shooing away any force of nature that dared disturb me. I … well, I did not regret a single moment of any of that.
But I did feel terrible. I wasn't a help. I was a burden.
This … This cannot be allowed to continue!
I am Juliette Contzen … and I refuse to be poor! I had ... I had living standards to maintain!
“I understand, Mother, Father. Please rest assured that I'll devote all thought towards restoring our family's … no, our kingdom's finances. As your daughter ... and as the 3rd princess to the throne, I solemnly promise that I will not permit our noble country to fall into the throes of destituteness.”
The expressions on my parents' faces were brighter than even my sword, which had lit up the orchard as though I were wielding a star.
In that moment, I knew what I had to do.

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2023.03.25 02:54 AWorthyNightmare Center and West areas for a WIP project

Center and West areas for a WIP project
The center of focus, the main locale of my current project the Cursed Silence. I'm looking for feedback on just about everything. The west side of the map is not very populated, and Ter Alonon specifically has a large tribe of nomads roaming across it that have no permanent cities or structures.
Here's the imgur link for higher-quality PNG files:
I'm wondering if I need more port towns on Eremith and Pemcant specifically, as the majority of the towns and cities are based farther inland.
It should be noted that the project takes place on a Banks' Orbital, so everything is technically designed to explain some of the strange temperature variances, but I don't want to use that very much as a cop out. I'd rather present a semi-realistic map setting for my project.
To the west of Ter Alonon is an empire of which I've not named yet. They're based in Priadon, but represent the two inhabited large islands of Priadon and Alemnic and the many, many islands spread out across the area. This is the second area that I'd love some feedback on, especially with the coloring. Priadon has a very temperate climate, but Betros and Kassovi are extremely cold. Galway is a giant swamp and Alemnic is largely colored by a mineral in the sediment that makes it very brown and tan, and the sediment is pushed away from the rivers, which give the riverbeds their lighter colors.
I'm planning on using these for a setting for a P2E/D&D campaign, so any feedback is appreciated, and here's some areas I think I can improve on:- Definitely struggling to present more accurate landmasses, like the shallow waters around real life continents and islands that are usually denoted by a lighter blue coloring under the water, but is it necessary to add?- Distance between some villages. I know some villages (especially on Eremith) are a bit too equidistant from one another, and I'm wondering if it's noticeable or not?- Coloring. I feel like I've overused greenery too much on the Eremith and Pemcant continents and then overused other colors in Priadon and in that area.- Tree scarcity/tree overpopulation. I'm struggling with presenting a forest that doesn't look out of place, or like someone slapped down a gazillion trees in a small area... but that is what a forest is, so maybe I'm overthinking it?
Any feedback is really appreciated. Also, I know I forgot a compass on the Priadon map, oops.
The Eremith or Center tile
The West or Priadon tile
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2023.03.25 02:54 GuitarNoob25 What to wear at speed dating event?

25M here looking for outfit ideas for a speed dating event next week. Preferably something to pair with blues jeans and a pair of elegant light grey/white sneakers. I‘m slightly overweight and don’t really wear button down shirts that often. Any ideas what to wear? Thanks in advance!
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2023.03.25 02:52 FitInvestigator5945 SATIRE RESEARCH NAIJAH CLOVER FROM THE GET GO

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Horatian: Horatian satire is tolerant, funny, sophisticated witty, wise, self-effacing and aims to correct through humor...
Juvenalian: Juvenalian satire is angry, caustic, personal, relentless, bitter, and serious...
  1. Humor:Exaggeration or overstatement: Something that does happen, but is exaggerated to absurd lengths...

Genre of arts and literature in the form of humor or ridicule

In fiction and less frequently in non-fiction, satire is a genre of literature and performing arts, in which vices, follies, abuses and shor...

Satire is a technique in art and literature that pokes fun at established artistic or cultural norms. Satirists practice their craft for the sake of social criticism, comedy, or, often, both. The different satire genres include spoof, parody, and classic literary satire techniques.

Definition of satire
1: a literary work holding up human vices and follies to ridicule or scorn
2: trenchant wit, irony, or sarcasm used to expose and discredit vice or folly

The Culinary Roots of Satire
Satire came into English at the beginning of the 16th century, and the meaning of the word has not strayed very far from its original sense. The initial uses were primarily applied to poems, and the term now has a broader applicability. Satire has a semantic and etymological overlap with both farce and lampoon. Farce ("a light dramatic composition marked by broadly satirical comedy and improbable plot") came into English as a synonym for forcemeat, meaning "finely chopped and highly seasoned meat or fish that is either served alone or used as a stuffing." Lampoon ("a harsh satire usually directed against an individual") is thought to come from the French lampons!, meaning "let us guzzle!" And satire is believed to trace back to the Latin satur, meaning "well-fed."

Examples of satire in a Sentence
By contrast, Martial's friend, Juvenal, learned to transmute Martial's epigrammatic wit into savage satire. Juvenal's fierce, if occasionally obscene, tirades against immorality fit easily into the propaganda of the new era.
— G. W. Bowersock, New York Review of Books, 26 Feb. 2009
Unlike late-night talk shows that traffic in Hollywood interviews and stupid pet tricks, "The Daily Show" is a fearless social satire. Not many comedy shows would dare do five minutes on the intricacies of medicare or a relentlessly cheeky piece on President George W. Bush's Thanksgiving trip to Iraq …
— Marc Peyser, Newsweek, 29 Dec. 2003 - 5 Jan. 2004

In fiction and less frequently in non-fiction, satire is a genre of literature and performing arts, in which vices, follies, abuses and shortcomings are held up to ridicule, ideally with the intent of shaming individuals, corporations, government, or society itself into improvement.[1] Although satire is usually meant to be humorous, its greater purpose is often constructive social criticism, using wit to draw attention to both particular and wider issues in society.

A feature of satire is strong irony or sarcasm —"in satire, irony is militant", according to literary critic Northrup Frye—[2] but parody, burlesque, exaggeration,[3] juxtaposition, comparison, analogy, and double entendre are all frequently used in satirical speech and writing. This "militant" irony or sarcasm often professes to approve of (or at least accept as natural) the very things the satirist wishes to question.

Satire is nowadays found in many artistic forms of expression, including internet memes, literature, plays, commentary, television shows, and media such as lyrics.

Etymology and roots
The word satire comes from the Latin word satur and the subsequent phrase lanx satura. Satur meant "full" but the juxtaposition with lanx shifted the meaning to "miscellany or medley": the expression lanx satura literally means "a full dish of various kinds of fruits".[4]

The word satura as used by Quintilian, however, was used to denote only Roman verse satire, a strict genre that imposed hexameter form, a narrower genre than what would be later intended as satire.[4][5] Quintilian famously said that satura, that is a satire in hexameter verses, was a literary genre of wholly Roman origin (satura tota nostra est). He was aware of and commented on Greek satire, but at the time did not label it as such, although today the origin of satire is considered to be Aristophanes' Old Comedy. The first critic to use the term "satire" in the modern broader sense was Apuleius.[4]

To Quintilian, the satire was a strict literary form, but the term soon escaped from the original narrow definition. Robert Elliott writes:

As soon as a noun enters the domain of metaphor, as one modern scholar has pointed out, it clamours for extension; and satura (which had had no verbal, adverbial, or adjectival forms) was immediately broadened by appropriation from the Greek word for “satyr” (satyros) and its derivatives. The odd result is that the English “satire” comes from the Latin satura; but "satirize", "satiric", etc., are of Greek origin. By about the 4th century AD the writer of satires came to be known as satyricus; St. Jerome, for example, was called by one of his enemies 'a satirist in prose' ('satyricus scriptor in prosa'). Subsequent orthographic modifications obscured the Latin origin of the word satire: satura becomes satyra, and in England, by the 16th century, it was written 'satyre.'[1]

The word satire derives from satura, and its origin was not influenced by the Greek mythological figure of the satyr.[6] In the 17th century, philologist Isaac Casaubon was the first to dispute the etymology of satire from satyr, contrary to the belief up to that time.[7]

“ The rules of satire are such that it must do more than make you laugh. No matter how amusing it is, it doesn't count unless you find yourself wincing a little even as you chuckle.[8] ”
Laughter is not an essential component of satire;[9] in fact there are types of satire that are not meant to be "funny" at all. Conversely, not all humour, even on such topics as politics, religion or art is necessarily "satirical", even when it uses the satirical tools of irony, parody, and burlesque.

Even light-hearted satire has a serious "after-taste": the organizers of the Ig Nobel Prize describe this as "first make people laugh, and then make them think".[10]

Social and psychological functions
Satire and irony in some cases have been regarded as the most effective source to understand a society, the oldest form of social study.[11] They provide the keenest insights into a group's collective psyche, reveal its deepest values and tastes, and the society's structures of power.[12][13] Some authors have regarded satire as superior to non-comic and non-artistic disciplines like history or anthropology.[11][14][15][16] In a prominent example from ancient Greece, philosopher Plato, when asked by a friend for a book to understand Athenian society, referred him to the plays of Aristophanes.[17][18]

Historically, satire has satisfied the popular need to debunk and ridicule the leading figures in politics, economy, religion and other prominent realms of power.[19] Satire confronts public discourse and the collective imaginary, playing as a public opinion counterweight to power (be it political, economic, religious, symbolic, or otherwise), by challenging leaders and authorities. For instance, it forces administrations to clarify, amend or establish their policies. Satire's job is to expose problems and contradictions, and it's not obligated to solve them.[20] Karl Kraus set in the history of satire a prominent example of a satirist role as confronting public discourse.[21]

For its nature and social role, satire has enjoyed in many societies a special freedom license to mock prominent individuals and institutions.[22] The satiric impulse, and its ritualized expressions, carry out the function of resolving social tension.[23] Institutions like the ritual clowns, by giving expression to the antisocial tendencies, represent a safety valve which re-establishes equilibrium and health in the collective imaginary, which are jeopardized by the repressive aspects of society.[24][25]

The state of political satire in a given society reflects the tolerance or intolerance that characterizes it,[19] and the state of civil liberties and human rights. Under totalitarian regimes any criticism of a political system, and especially satire, is suppressed. A typical example is the Soviet Union where the dissidents, such as Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn and Andrei Sakharov were under strong pressure from the government. While satire of everyday life in the USSR was allowed, the most prominent satirist being Arkady Raikin, political satire existed in the form of anecdotes[26] that made fun of Soviet political leaders, especially Brezhnev, famous for his narrow-mindedness and love for awards and decorations.

Satire is a diverse genre which is complex to classify and define, with a wide range of satiric "modes".[27][28]

Horatian, Juvenalian, Menippean

"Le satire e l'epistole di Q. Orazio Flacco", printed in 1814.
Satirical literature can commonly be categorized as either Horatian, Juvenalian, or Menippean.[29]

Horatian satire, named for the Roman satirist Horace (65–8 BCE), playfully criticizes some social vice through gentle, mild, and light-hearted humour. Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus) wrote Satires to gently ridicule the dominant opinions and "philosophical beliefs of ancient Rome and Greece" (Rankin).[30] Rather than writing in harsh or accusing tones, he addressed issues with humor and clever mockery. Horatian satire follows this same pattern of "gently [ridiculing] the absurdities and follies of human beings" (Drury).[31]

It directs wit, exaggeration, and self-deprecating humour toward what it identifies as folly, rather than evil. Horatian satire's sympathetic tone is common in modern society.[32]

A Horatian satirist's goal is to heal the situation with smiles, rather than by anger. Horatian satire is a gentle reminder to take life less seriously and evokes a wry smile.[31] A Horatian satirist makes fun of general human folly rather than engaging in specific or personal attacks. Shamekia Thomas suggests, "In a work using Horatian satire, readers often laugh at the characters in the story who are the subject of mockery as well as themselves and society for behaving in those ways." Alexander Pope has been established as an author whose satire "heals with morals what it hurts with wit" (Green).[33] Alexander Pope—and Horatian satire—attempt to teach.

Examples of Horatian satire:

The Ig Nobel Prizes.
Bierce, Ambrose, The Devil's Dictionary.
Defoe, Daniel, The True-Born Englishman.
The Savoy Operas of Gilbert and Sullivan.
Trollope, Anthony, The Way We Live Now.
Gogol, Nikolai, Dead Souls.
Groening, Matthew "Matt", The Simpsons.
Lewis, Clive Staples, The Screwtape Letters.
Mercer, Richard ‘Rick’, The Rick Mercer Report.
More, Thomas, Utopia
Pope, Alexander, The Rape of the Lock.
Reiner, Rob, This Is Spinal Tap.
Twain, Mark, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.
Ralston Saul, John, The Doubter's Companion: A Dictionary of Aggressive Common Sense.
See also: Satires of Juvenal
Juvenalian satire, named for the writings of the Roman satirist Juvenal (late first century – early second century AD), is more contemptuous and abrasive than the Horatian. Juvenal disagreed with the opinions of the public figures and institutions of the Republic and actively attacked them through his literature. "He utilized the satirical tools of exaggeration and parody to make his targets appear monstrous and incompetent" (Podzemny).[34] Juvenal's satire follows this same pattern of abrasively ridiculing societal structures. Juvenal also, unlike Horace, attacked public officials and governmental organizations through his satires, regarding their opinions as not just wrong, but evil.

Following in this tradition, Juvenalian satire addresses perceived social evil through scorn, outrage, and savage ridicule. This form is often pessimistic, characterized by the use of irony, sarcasm, moral indignation and personal invective, with less emphasis on humor. Strongly polarized political satire can often be classified as Juvenalian.

A Juvenal satirist's goal is generally to provoke some sort of political or societal change because he sees his opponent or object as evil or harmful.[35] A Juvenal satirist mocks "societal structure, power, and civilization" (Thomas)[36] by exaggerating the words or position of his opponent in order to jeopardize their opponent's reputation and/or power. Jonathan Swift has been established as an author who "borrowed heavily from Juvenal's techniques in [his critique] of contemporary English society" (Podzemny).[34]

Examples of Juvenalian satire:

Barnes, Julian, England, England.
Beatty, Paul, The Sellout.
Bradbury, Ray, Fahrenheit 451.
Brooker, Charlie, Black Mirror.
Bulgakov, Mikhail, Heart of a Dog.
Burgess, Anthony, A Clockwork Orange.
Burroughs, William, Naked Lunch.
Byron, George Gordon, Lord, Don Juan.
Barth, John, The Sot-Weed Factor; or, A Voyage to Maryland,—a satire, in which is described the laws, government, courts, and constitutions of the country, and also the buildings, feasts, frolics, entertainments, and drunken humors of the inhabitants in that part of America.
Ellis, Bret Easton, American Psycho.
Golding, William, Lord of the Flies.
Hall, Joseph, Virgidemiarum.
Heller, Joseph, Catch-22.
Huxley, Aldous, Brave New World.
Johnson, Samuel, London, an adaptation of Juvenal, Third Satire.
Junius, Letters.
Kubrick, Stanley, Dr. Strangelove.
Mencken, HL, Libido for the Ugly.
Morris, Chris, Brass Eye.
———, The Day Today.
Orwell, George, Nineteen Eighty-Four.
Orwell, George, Animal Farm.
Palahniuk, Chuck, Fight Club.
Swift, Jonathan, A Modest Proposal.
Voltaire, Candide.
Zamyatin, Yevgeny, We.
See Menippean satire.

Satire versus teasing
In the history of theatre there has always been a conflict between engagement and disengagement on politics and relevant issue, between satire and grotesque on one side, and jest with teasing on the other.[37] Max Eastman defined the spectrum of satire in terms of "degrees of biting", as ranging from satire proper at the hot-end, and "kidding" at the violet-end; Eastman adopted the term kidding to denote what is just satirical in form, but is not really firing at the target.[38] Nobel laureate satirical playwright Dario Fo pointed out the difference between satire and teasing (sfottò).[39] Teasing is the reactionary side of the comic; it limits itself to a shallow parody of physical appearance. The side-effect of teasing is that it humanizes and draws sympathy for the powerful individual towards which it is directed. Satire instead uses the comic to go against power and its oppressions, has a subversive character, and a moral dimension which draws judgement against its targets.[40][41][42][43] Fo formulated an operational criterion to tell real satire from sfottò, saying that real satire arouses an outraged and violent reaction, and that the more they try to stop you, the better is the job you are doing.[44] Fo contends that, historically, people in positions of power have welcomed and encouraged good-humoured buffoonery, while modern day people in positions of power have tried to censor, ostracize and repress satire.[37][40]

Teasing (sfottò) is an ancient form of simple buffoonery, a form of comedy without satire's subversive edge. Teasing includes light and affectionate parody, good-humoured mockery, simple one-dimensional poking fun, and benign spoofs. Teasing typically consists of an impersonation of someone monkeying around with his exterior attributes, tics, physical blemishes, voice and mannerisms, quirks, way of dressing and walking, and/or the phrases he typically repeats. By contrast, teasing never touches on the core issue, never makes a serious criticism judging the target with irony; it never harms the target's conduct, ideology and position of power; it never undermines the perception of his morality and cultural dimension.[40][42] Sfottò directed towards a powerful individual makes him appear more human and draws sympathy towards him.[45] Hermann Göring propagated jests and jokes against himself, with the aim of humanizing his image.[46][47]

Classifications by topics
Types of satire can also be classified according to the topics it deals with. From the earliest times, at least since the plays of Aristophanes, the primary topics of literary satire have been politics, religion and sex.[48][49][50][51] This is partly because these are the most pressing problems that affect anybody living in a society, and partly because these topics are usually taboo.[48][52] Among these, politics in the broader sense is considered the pre-eminent topic of satire.[52] Satire which targets the clergy is a type of political satire, while religious satire is that which targets religious beliefs.[53] Satire on sex may overlap with blue comedy, off-color humor and dick jokes.

Scatology has a long literary association with satire,[48][54][55] as it is a classical mode of the grotesque, the grotesque body and the satiric grotesque.[48][56] Shit plays a fundamental role in satire because it symbolizes death, the turd being "the ultimate dead object".[54][55] The satirical comparison of individuals or institutions with human excrement, exposes their "inherent inertness, corruption and dead-likeness".[54][57][58] The ritual clowns of clown societies, like among the Pueblo Indians, have ceremonies with filth-eating.[59][60] In other cultures, sin-eating is an apotropaic rite in which the sin-eater (also called filth-eater),[61][62] by ingesting the food provided, takes "upon himself the sins of the departed".[63] Satire about death overlaps with black humor and gallows humor.

Another classification by topics is the distinction between political satire, religious satire and satire of manners.[64] Political satire is sometimes called topical satire, satire of manners is sometimes called satire of everyday life, and religious satire is sometimes called philosophical satire. Comedy of manners, sometimes also called satire of manners, criticizes mode of life of common people; political satire aims at behavior, manners of politicians, and vices of political systems. Historically, comedy of manners, which first appeared in British theater in 1620, has uncritically accepted the social code of the upper classes.[65] Comedy in general accepts the rules of the social game, while satire subverts them.[66]

Another analysis of satire is the spectrum of his possible tones: wit, ridicule, irony, sarcasm, cynicism, the sardonic and invective.[67][68]

The type of humour that deals with creating laughter at the expense of the person telling the joke is called reflexive humour[69].Reflexive humour can take place at dual levels of directing humour at self or at the larger community the self identifies with. The audience's understanding of the context of reflexive humour is important for its receptivity and success [69]. Satire is found not only in written literary forms. In preliterate cultures it manifests itself in ritual and folk forms, as well as in trickster tales and oral poetry.[23]

It appears also in graphic arts, music, sculpture, dance, cartoon strips, and graffiti. Examples are Dada sculptures, Pop Art works, music of Gilbert and Sullivan and Erik Satie, punk and rock music.[23] In modern media culture, stand-up comedy is an enclave in which satire can be introduced into mass media, challenging mainstream discourse.[23] Comedy roasts, mock festivals, and stand-up comedians in nightclubs and concerts are the modern forms of ancient satiric rituals.[23]

Ancient Egypt

The satirical papyrus at the British Museum

Satirical ostracon showing a cat guarding geese, c.1120 BC, Egypt.

Figured ostracon showing a cat waiting on a mouse, Egypt
One of the earliest examples of what we might call satire, The Satire of the Trades,[70] is in Egyptian writing from the beginning of the 2nd millennium BC. The text's apparent readers are students, tired of studying. It argues that their lot as scribes is not only useful, but far superior to that of the ordinary man. Scholars such as Helck[71] think that the context was meant to be serious.

The Papyrus Anastasi I[72] (late 2nd millennium BC) contains a satirical letter which first praises the virtues of its recipient, but then mocks the reader's meagre knowledge and achievements.

Ancient Greece
The Greeks had no word for what later would be called "satire", although the terms cynicism and parody were used. Modern critics call the Greek playwright Aristophanes one of the best known early satirists: his plays are known for their critical political and societal commentary,[73] particularly for the political satire by which he criticized the powerful Cleon (as in The Knights). He is also notable for the persecution he underwent.[73][74][75][76] Aristophanes' plays turned upon images of filth and disease.[77] His bawdy style was adopted by Greek dramatist-comedian Menander. His early play Drunkenness contains an attack on the politician Callimedon.

The oldest form of satire still in use is the Menippean satire by Menippus of Gadara. His own writings are lost. Examples from his admirers and imitators mix seriousness and mockery in dialogues and present parodies before a background of diatribe. As in the case of Aristophanes plays, menippean satire turned upon images of filth and disease.[77]

Roman world
The first Roman to discuss satire critically was Quintilian, who invented the term to describe the writings of Gaius Lucilius. The two most prominent and influential ancient Roman satirists are Horace and Juvenal, who wrote during the early days of the Roman Empire. Other important satirists in ancient Latin are Gaius Lucilius and Persius. Satire in their work is much wider than in the modern sense of the word, including fantastic and highly coloured humorous writing with little or no real mocking intent. When Horace criticized Augustus, he used veiled ironic terms. In contrast, Pliny reports that the 6th-century-BC poet Hipponax wrote satirae that were so cruel that the offended hanged themselves.[78]

In the 2nd century AD, Lucian wrote True History, a book satirizing the clearly unrealistic travelogues/adventures written by Ctesias, Iambulus, and Homer. He states that he was surprised they expected people to believe their lies, and stating that he, like them, has no actual knowledge or experience, but shall now tell lies as if he did. He goes on to describe a far more obviously extreme and unrealistic tale, involving interplanetary exploration, war among alien life forms, and life inside a 200 mile long whale back in the terrestrial ocean, all intended to make obvious the fallacies of books like Indica and The Odyssey.

Medieval Islamic world
Main articles: Arabic satire and Persian satire
Medieval Arabic poetry included the satiric genre hija. Satire was introduced into Arabic prose literature by the author Al-Jahiz in the 9th century. While dealing with serious topics in what are now known as anthropology, sociology and psychology, he introduced a satirical approach, "based on the premise that, however serious the subject under review, it could be made more interesting and thus achieve greater effect, if only one leavened the lump of solemnity by the insertion of a few amusing anecdotes or by the throwing out of some witty or paradoxical observations. He was well aware that, in treating of new themes in his prose works, he would have to employ a vocabulary of a nature more familiar in hija, satirical poetry."[79] For example, in one of his zoological works, he satirized the preference for longer human penis size, writing: "If the length of the penis were a sign of honor, then the mule would belong to the (honorable tribe of) Quraysh". Another satirical story based on this preference was an Arabian Nights tale called "Ali with the Large Member".[80]

In the 10th century, the writer Tha'alibi recorded satirical poetry written by the Arabic poets As-Salami and Abu Dulaf, with As-Salami praising Abu Dulaf's wide breadth of knowledge and then mocking his ability in all these subjects, and with Abu Dulaf responding back and satirizing As-Salami in return.[81] An example of Arabic political satire included another 10th-century poet Jarir satirizing Farazdaq as "a transgressor of the Sharia" and later Arabic poets in turn using the term "Farazdaq-like" as a form of political satire.[82]

The terms "comedy" and "satire" became synonymous after Aristotle's Poetics was translated into Arabic in the medieval Islamic world, where it was elaborated upon by Islamic philosophers and writers, such as Abu Bischr, his pupil Al-Farabi, Avicenna, and Averroes. Due to cultural differences, they disassociated comedy from Greek dramatic representation and instead identified it with Arabic poetic themes and forms, such as hija (satirical poetry). They viewed comedy as simply the "art of reprehension", and made no reference to light and cheerful events, or troubled beginnings and happy endings, associated with classical Greek comedy. After the Latin translations of the 12th century, the term "comedy" thus gained a new semantic meaning in Medieval literature.[83]

Ubayd Zakani introduced satire in Persian literature during the 14th century. His work is noted for its satire and obscene verses, often political or bawdy, and often cited in debates involving homosexual practices. He wrote the Resaleh-ye Delgosha, as well as Akhlaq al-Ashraf ("Ethics of the Aristocracy") and the famous humorous fable Masnavi Mush-O-Gorbeh (Mouse and Cat), which was a political satire. His non-satirical serious classical verses have also been regarded as very well written, in league with the other great works of Persian literature. Between 1905 and 1911, Bibi Khatoon Astarabadi and other Iranian writers wrote notable satires.

Medieval Europe
In the Early Middle Ages, examples of satire were the songs by Goliards or vagants now best known as an anthology called Carmina Burana and made famous as texts of a composition by the 20th-century composer Carl Orff. Satirical poetry is believed to have been popular, although little has survived. With the advent of the High Middle Ages and the birth of modern vernacular literature in the 12th century, it began to be used again, most notably by Chaucer. The disrespectful manner was considered "unchristian" and ignored, except for the moral satire, which mocked misbehaviour in Christian terms. Examples are Livre des Manières by Étienne de Fougères [fr] (~1178), and some of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. Sometimes epic poetry (epos) was mocked, and even feudal society, but there was hardly a general interest in the genre.

Early modern western satire

Pieter Bruegel's 1568 satirical painting The Blind Leading the Blind.
Direct social commentary via satire returned with a vengeance in the 16th century, when farcical texts such as the works of François Rabelais tackled more serious issues (and incurred the wrath of the crown as a result).

Two major satirists of Europe in the Renaissance were Giovanni Boccaccio and François Rabelais. Other examples of Renaissance satire include Till Eulenspiegel, Reynard the Fox, Sebastian Brant's Narrenschiff (1494), Erasmus's Moriae Encomium (1509), Thomas More's Utopia (1516), and Carajicomedia (1519).

The Elizabethan (i.e. 16th-century English) writers thought of satire as related to the notoriously rude, coarse and sharp satyr play. Elizabethan "satire" (typically in pamphlet form) therefore contains more straightforward abuse than subtle irony. The French Huguenot Isaac Casaubon pointed out in 1605 that satire in the Roman fashion was something altogether more civilised. Casaubon discovered and published Quintilian's writing and presented the original meaning of the term (satira, not satyr), and the sense of wittiness (reflecting the "dishfull of fruits") became more important again. Seventeenth-century English satire once again aimed at the "amendment of vices" (Dryden).

In the 1590s a new wave of verse satire broke with the publication of Hall's Virgidemiarum, six books of verse satires targeting everything from literary fads to corrupt noblemen. Although Donne had already circulated satires in manuscript, Hall's was the first real attempt in English at verse satire on the Juvenalian model.[84][page needed] The success of his work combined with a national mood of disillusion in the last years of Elizabeth's reign triggered an avalanche of satire—much of it less conscious of classical models than Hall's — until the fashion was brought to an
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2023.03.25 02:50 StepwiseUndrape574 GTA Online Fans Discover Possible Hidden GTA 6 Assets Rockstar Added Years Ago

It's only been a few days since some interesting GTA VI gameplay was leaked. The leak, which was authenticated by Rockstar Games, confirmed the location to be Vice City, and that there would be male and female protagonists. Some eagle-eyed viewers noticed something about GTA Online, though. What they found was an art asset that seemed quite familiar. A texture asset specifically.
Those viewers of the leak video noticed a Vice City Metro sticker in the Arena War update for Grand Theft Auto Online that hit a while back. ViceCityMetroMule GTAO White Back Art Asset from Grand Theft Auto Online showing the Vice City Metro Mule Logo
The original tweet no longer displays the side by side imagery, unfortunately. The Arena War Update for Grand Theft Auto Online was release four years ago after all. While this is interesting, it is not uncommon for developers to re-use assets, especially if there isn't a significant change to the artwork. Asset re-use can shorten development time in most cases and it is not limited to video games. Many people are familiar with the "Pixar Easter Eggs" in that film studio's pieces. It's an excellent way to not waste development cycles on things like debris and common texture work that is repeated throughout the virtual worlds -- whether in games or movies.
It is also not uncommon for Rockstar to hide Easter eggs in their games that may reference other games in the same series, or different titles altogether. Bully even included a Grand Theft Auto vehicle asset in its shop class. Sometimes the developers just throw in things to drive community interest, such as the inclusion of Bigfoot in a later patch of GTA V. Another fun Easter egg is known as the "Mount Chiliad Mystery." When it was found, players suspected it meant there was a jetpack somewhere in GTA V -- there wasn't -- but one eventually appeared in a GTA Online Mission
gta online arena war t shirts T-Shirts from the GTA Online Arena War Update
It's definitely an interesting inclusion, but it's certainly not the only reference to Vice City within GTA V and GTA Online. There's an entire wiki article on Vice City related Easter eggs on the fan wiki for Grand Theft Auto. Still, this particular metro logo was not seen until GTA Online, and now in the unauthorized leak, so in a way, players had confirmation Vice City would be used in GTA VI, if they were paying attention and connected the dots.
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2023.03.25 02:50 StepwiseUndrape574 GTA Online Fans Discover Possible Hidden GTA 6 Assets Rockstar Added Years Ago

It's only been a few days since some interesting GTA VI gameplay was leaked. The leak, which was authenticated by Rockstar Games, confirmed the location to be Vice City, and that there would be male and female protagonists. Some eagle-eyed viewers noticed something about GTA Online, though. What they found was an art asset that seemed quite familiar. A texture asset specifically.
Those viewers of the leak video noticed a Vice City Metro sticker in the Arena War update for Grand Theft Auto Online that hit a while back. ViceCityMetroMule GTAO White Back Art Asset from Grand Theft Auto Online showing the Vice City Metro Mule Logo
The original tweet no longer displays the side by side imagery, unfortunately. The Arena War Update for Grand Theft Auto Online was release four years ago after all. While this is interesting, it is not uncommon for developers to re-use assets, especially if there isn't a significant change to the artwork. Asset re-use can shorten development time in most cases and it is not limited to video games. Many people are familiar with the "Pixar Easter Eggs" in that film studio's pieces. It's an excellent way to not waste development cycles on things like debris and common texture work that is repeated throughout the virtual worlds -- whether in games or movies.
It is also not uncommon for Rockstar to hide Easter eggs in their games that may reference other games in the same series, or different titles altogether. Bully even included a Grand Theft Auto vehicle asset in its shop class. Sometimes the developers just throw in things to drive community interest, such as the inclusion of Bigfoot in a later patch of GTA V. Another fun Easter egg is known as the "Mount Chiliad Mystery." When it was found, players suspected it meant there was a jetpack somewhere in GTA V -- there wasn't -- but one eventually appeared in a GTA Online Mission
gta online arena war t shirts T-Shirts from the GTA Online Arena War Update
It's definitely an interesting inclusion, but it's certainly not the only reference to Vice City within GTA V and GTA Online. There's an entire wiki article on Vice City related Easter eggs on the fan wiki for Grand Theft Auto. Still, this particular metro logo was not seen until GTA Online, and now in the unauthorized leak, so in a way, players had confirmation Vice City would be used in GTA VI, if they were paying attention and connected the dots.
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2023.03.25 02:50 huzuhu_10 My periods are crazy and I'm constantly in severe pain, even if I'm not menstruating. Help.

Buckle up, this is a long one. (Please keep in mind that I am a minor if you do read this.)
For the past 6-7 months I've been experiencing extreme, stabbing pelvic pain, mainly towards the lower right side. It's like having constant period cramps but make it 4x as worse. It never stops. It hurts even more when I'm on my period (and would you look at that, I'm right in the middle of it, don't mind me typing this up after crying hahaha). I've been going back and forth with doctors but they have zero ideas as to what this is.
For some background context, I started menstruating at 8 years old. Way earlier than expected. Also started to generally develop and mature earlier and quicker than expected. No idea what was going on until I had The Talk. My periods were heavy and painful and have just gotten heavier and more painful over the years. I had to change my maxi pads at least once every two hours. At first I thought that it was normal, "Periods suck, it's bound to be this bad," but I was wrong. It's not normal. I bled for at least 7 days, the range was usually 7 to 13 (still is). My cycles are around 20-45 days (they are vary quite a lot). The pain became unbearable at times, enough for me to not go to school, heck, even get out of bed or shower myself.
My current symptoms include: heavy/painful/long periods, acute/sharp pelvic pain, tiredness, lightheadedness, loss of appetite mood swings and now mild depression. I am also anaemic (iron deficiency).
I have tried different types of painkillers (ibuprofen, naproxen, mebeverine) but none seem to relieve to pain to a point where it is bearable. I have been taking tranexamic acid to help with my heavy bleeding, which thankfully, do help slightly, on that note. After a visit with a gynaecologist, I was advised to try the combined pill/birth control pills for 3 months to see if they would help. They didn't. Made the period afterwards the worst one in my life by far. I ever since I took those pills, my periods became worse in general. I often found more clots than usual, occasionally huge and mixed in colour (white/red/pink), and almost 'worm-like.'
After taking multiple ultrasound scans, no visible results. We ruled out ovarian cycts, fibroids, endometriosis, appendicitis, hernia, pelvic inflammatory syndrome, PCOS and the like. I was told that everything was fine. Doctors have told me that it may be some sort of manifestation of any issues I've been having, e.g. social life, so on. It probably isn't. There is nothing serious or upsetting going on my life in that sense. Bullying, harassment, grief, nothing like that. I was perfectly happy, confident and fine before all of this started to kick off. We are suspecting that it may be a case of 'pelvic congestion syndrome,' although it is not common in my age group at all.
I am due to have an MRI scan in the coming week to search again for anything that may be causing this. Hopefully I'll have an answer to this by then.
If you made it this far, thank you so much. I hoping that people on the internet can help or give suggestions since basically no one in person has the slightest idea as to what it could be. But seriously, after typing up an essay about this, what the heck do you think is going on?
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2023.03.25 02:50 suedney Post Match Thread: Grenada 1-7 United States CONCACAF Nations League

FT: Grenada 1-7 United States

Grenada scorers: Myles Hippolyte (32')
United States scorers: Ricardo Pepi (4', 53'), Brenden Aaronson (20'), Weston McKennie (31', 34'), Christian Pulisic (49'), Alejandro Zendejas (72')
Venue: Kirani James National Stadium
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Jason Belfon, Aaron Pierre, Kaiden Harrack, A.J. Paterson, Benjamin Ettienne, Myles Hippolyte (Steffon Abraham), Kwazim Theodore, Regan Charles-Cook (Saydrel Lewis), Romar Frank (Kriston Julien), Kairo Mitchell (Jamal Ray Charles), Jacob Berkeley-Agyepong (Joshua Issac).
Subs: Sawan Mark, Jeremy Richardson, Trevon Williams, Denzil Pierre, Trishawn Thomas, Christian James.
United States
Matt Turner, Auston Trusty, Mark McKenzie, Joe Scally, Bryan Reynolds, Christian Pulisic (Alejandro Zendejas), Luca de la Torre (Johnny Cardoso), Weston McKennie (Yunus Musah), Ricardo Pepi (Daryl Dike), Brenden Aaronson, Giovanni Reyna (Taylor Booth).
Subs: Alan Soñora, Sergiño Dest, Zack Steffen, Ethan Horvath, Djordje Mihailovic, Antonee Robinson, Tim Ream.
4' Goal! Grenada 0, USA 1. Ricardo Pepi (USA) header from the centre of the box to the centre of the goal. Assisted by Christian Pulisic with a cross.
20' Goal! Grenada 0, USA 2. Brenden Aaronson (USA) right footed shot from the centre of the box to the bottom left corner. Assisted by Christian Pulisic.
31' Goal! Grenada 0, USA 3. Weston McKennie (USA) left footed shot from the centre of the box to the bottom left corner following a set piece situation.
32' Goal! Grenada 1, USA 3. Myles Hippolyte (Grenada) left footed shot from the centre of the box to the top right corner. Assisted by Jacob Berkeley-Agyepong.
34' Goal! Grenada 1, USA 4. Weston McKennie (USA) right footed shot from very close range to the centre of the goal. Assisted by Auston Trusty with a headed pass following a set piece situation.
49' Goal! Grenada 1, USA 5. Christian Pulisic (USA) right footed shot from the left side of the box to the centre of the goal. Assisted by Luca de la Torre.
53' Goal! Grenada 1, USA 6. Ricardo Pepi (USA) right footed shot from a difficult angle on the right to the bottom right corner. Assisted by Luca de la Torre with a through ball.
57' Substitution, USA. Yunus Musah replaces Weston McKennie.
57' Substitution, USA. Daryl Dike replaces Ricardo Pepi.
64' Substitution, USA. Taylor Booth replaces Gio Reyna.
64' Substitution, USA. Alejandro Zendejas replaces Christian Pulisic.
68' Substitution, Grenada. Kriston Julien replaces Romar Frank.
68' Substitution, Grenada. Jamal Ray Charles replaces Kairo Mitchell.
68' Substitution, Grenada. Joshua Issac replaces Jacob Berkeley-Agyepong.
71' Luca de la Torre (USA) is shown the yellow card for a bad foul.
72' Goal! Grenada 1, USA 7. Alejandro Zendejas (USA) left footed shot from outside the box to the bottom left corner.
75' Substitution, USA. Johnny Cardoso replaces Luca de la Torre.
79' Joshua Issac (Grenada) is shown the yellow card for a bad foul.
80' Substitution, Grenada. Steffon Abraham replaces Myles Hippolyte.
86' Substitution, Grenada. Saydrel Lewis replaces Regan Charles-Cook.
89' Steffon Abraham (Grenada) is shown the yellow card for a bad foul.
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2023.03.25 02:49 Old_Grape_8470 The Girl and The Tower

This story/scenario acts a metaphor for the progression tone and status quo from the to the current Volume. For this, I'll use Ruby as a example.
Red Trailer: A girl with a red hood and a large scythe (which is also a gun) walks up to a tower. She looks upwards, knowing the long journey ahead.
Volume 1: The girl begins with a running start, prepping herself...
Volume 2: ...and she leaps! Running on the side of the tower, stumbling slightly but ultimately keeping on course. She's having the time of her life.
Volume 3: The girl's at running at full tilt and all seems well. But a cloud of burning smoke appears, breaking her stride. She falls, only catching herself by hooking her scythe into the tower. A white light envelopes her vision...
Volume 4: Breaking out of her daze, the girl notices that she has lost some distance. She decides to take a breather before moving forward.
Volume 5: The girl starts off once again, this time with renewed resolve; she breaks through the burning smoke and moves onward.
Volume 6: Continuing her run, the girl races through a blue mist: her mind is flooded with images from ages past. She feels that someone before her has gone on through the same journey she's going on.
Once again she is filled with doubt. If the traveler had suffered for so long, what chance did she have?
But the traveler, despite being saddled with an enormous burden, pushed on and so must she.
Volume 7: The girl runs, faster now, faster than she has before. She soon sees a black, red, and thunderous cloud and prepares to brace it.
Volume 8: Running through the cloud, the girl struggles with any plan she has being opposed. Just when she thinks things will go great... she's hit and falls.
Volume 9: The girl hits the ground broken in more ways than one. What happens next is up to her...
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