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Chapter 1 <-- You are here.
I’m a nervous person. I took up smoking to stop biting my nails. It didn’t work, and now I have two bad habits. Usually I don’t even have a reason for the biting, I just get anxious and chewing off bits of myself calms me down. It’s vaguely cannibalistic. My wife hates it. She used to check my hands before bed and then refuse to have sex with me if I didn’t pass the inspection. I can live without sex, but not without biting my nails or smoking. She thinks I cheated on her. She also thinks I’m a coward, but in her defence she has no idea that I saved her life. Right now she’s asleep because it’s three in the morning, and I’m out on the balcony having a cigarette and trying to figure out the best way to confess to a crime. The thing that keeps distracting me is the moon. It’s as yellow as my dentist says my teeth are going to be if I don’t stop with the cigarettes. Frankly I think drinking coffee is worse for discolourations than smoking, but whatever. My thesis sponsor says I pepper my casual writing with slang to balance the rigidity of my academic prose. She calls it my “learned” prose. I call it my thecal style.
Anyway, I’m getting off topic. I was describing the yellowness of the moon. Tom Waits has a good line about it being the colour of a coffee stain, and that’s about right. The night’s bright as far as nights go but that moon keeps staring at me like a jaundiced eyeball. I should have had a drink before coming out here. I’d go in and get one but I’m afraid I’ll wake my wife, and she’ll blink and her hair will look like a leafless winter tree surrounding a Grumpy Cat face. That’s a proper noun, Grumpy Cat. It has its own Wikipedia page, like Napoleon and Georg Hegel. The article starts: “Tardar Sauce (April 4, 2012 – May 14, 2019), nicknamed Grumpy Cat, was an American Internet celebrity cat. She was known for her permanently 'grumpy' facial appearance, which was caused by an underbite and feline dwarfism.” Keep that in mind when you read my confession because it’s a crazy fucking world we live in.
My thesis sponsor says I never make sufficiently elegant segues. She says my paragraphs are too long and that my conclusions come at the reader out of nowhere like argumental hyenas. I’m surrounded by difficult women. I’m reconsidering my confession, but that moon keeps reflecting its piss coloured light at me and I’m sick of just writing my thesis, sentence by footnoted sentence. Theses. It even sounds vile. If any of my neighbours are watching they probably think I’m ridiculous sitting out here in my boxers and bathrobe, smoking cigarette after cigarette and typing on a laptop, but in my defence it’s the twenty-first century and this is how twenty-first century murderers let it all out. I used to think it ridiculous that anyone could say the moon is made of cheese, but now I kind of get it. I’m hungry and I have a heavy heart. Two days ago I overpowered a level twenty-six dwarf, stabbed it in the neck, beat it with a shovel and sliced open its throat before transferring what remained of its body to a 3.5” diskette that Wayne and I secretly uploaded to a computer in the library.
Wayne’s my best friend and accomplice. He owns a little computer repair shop in town that I spend time in whenever my wife gets her Grumpy Cat face, and that’s where I’ll start my confession.
It was a Monday afternoon and some guy came in with an old IBM Thinkpad that he’d bought off Ebay and that he wanted Wayne to fix. “What’s the problem?” Wayne asked.
“BIOS doesn’t work,” the guy said.
Wayne booted the laptop and the BIOS was password protected. “What’s the password?”
“How should I know? That’s why I came here,” the guy said.
“What am I supposed to do?” Wayne asked.
“Hack that shit.”
Wayne traded him a newer, shittier used Dell for it and the guy signed a contract and walked out happy.
I asked Wayne what he was going to do with the Thinkpad.
“Sell it,” he said. “To someone who doesn’t know what a BIOS is, for more than I paid for that Dell.”
Wayne could do that, make money while making two people happy. I didn’t have that kind of business sense. My wife said it was because nobody took me seriously the way they took Wayne seriously. I asked her why. She said it was because Wayne had dark, curly hair whereas I had blonde hair that was so thick and straight it made me look boyish and perpetually out of date. “Would you want to be with a guy like Wayne instead of a guy like me?” I asked. “If I could be with a guy like Wayne I never would have married you,” she said.
“Hey, Wayne,” I called out. He was sorting invoices and I was sitting behind a table in the far corner of the store, working on my thesis. He turned around holding a bunch of papers. “Have you ever slept with Annie?”
“No, man.”
“But would you?”
“I might,” he said. “Are you offering?”
I said I wasn’t. He went back to sorting invoices.
My laptop screen flickered.
Wayne started humming the main theme from Super Mario Bros.
My laptop died.
“Hey, Wayne,” I said. “How much do you want for that Thinkpad?”
He read an invoice. “One hundred sixty.”
“I know what a BIOS is,” I said.
“Is yours dead?”
“Yeah.”
He took the Thinkpad off the counter, walked over to the table I was sitting behind and set the Thinkpad down. “On the house, buddy.”
I picked up my dead laptop. “At least take mine for parts.”
“It’s cool. I did sleep with Annie once. It was before you got married but it’s still probably worth a Thinkpad,” he said.
Wayne’s a pretty good guy and I didn’t care about the BIOS. I just wanted something with metal hinges that I could write on. I didn’t even need a hard drive because I ran Puppy Linux off a USB stick and saved all my files to Dropbox. My thesis sponsor didn’t think that was possible. When I plugged my USB stick into her desktop’s USB port and booted entirely into her RAM, she said, “Why did you make my Windows lose its pleasant appearance?”
I never should have booted that Thinkpad.
It had a USB port but the boot order was apparently hard drive first, so I booted into Windows XP and explored the file structure for a while because it was a form of procrastination that didn’t weigh on my conscience. There wasn’t much installed.
“You should wipe the drive before you do anything,” Wayne said.
I went down the list of directories in Windows Explorer. It looked pretty much like a fresh install. Other than the operating system, the laptop also had an old version of Office and an anti-virus suite installed. I changed the views options in Explorer to what I liked: detailed view and show hidden files checked on. “By the way, what are the specs on that thing?” Wayne asked.
“Hang on,” I said. Something had caught my eye. There was a hidden directory in root filled with text documents numbered from one to sixty-four. I opened the first. It held a single character. e. I opened the next. 8. I opened a few more at random and the contents of those were single characters, too. “Wayne,” I said.
“Yo?”
“There’s a hidden folder in C: and it has sixty-four text files with a number or letter in each.”
Wayne put down his invoices. “Exactly sixty-four?”
“Yeah,” I said. I noticed something else. “And it’s strange, because the creation dates of the files are all exactly two months apart.”
“That’s like a span of ten years.”
Nothing else on the hard drive caught my eye.
“It could be the BIOS password,” Wayne said. “Those get up to sixty-four characters long.” He scratched his chin. “But before you check that, do a search for jpegs. Sometimes people leave naked pics of their wives and girlfriends sitting around.”
“There’s plenty of those online.”
“But those are public, buddy. These would be private, known by only a few people and us.”
There weren’t any photos.
I took out my phone, opened a fresh document and typed in the characters from the numbered files on the Thinkpad hard drive. Then I rebooted and pressed the key to get into the BIOS. A password prompt came up. I entered the sixty-four characters staring at me from my phone screen and hit Enter. Bingo. Wayne was waiting for a response. “We’re in,” I said.
Except we weren’t in.
The screen had become a black command prompt. “Wait, I think the BIOS is broken,” I said.
Wayne came over to take a look.
He hit a button.

Welcome, adventurer. What is your name? 
“The fuck?”
Wayne hit another key.
Error. Name cannot be blank. Welcome, adventurer. What is your name? 
“It looks like some kind of role-playing game,” I said, stating the obvious.
“Reboot again,” Wayne said.
I did. The text disappeared, the hard drive whirred, and when the Thinkpad returned to life it booted straight to the same command prompt and the same line of text without even asking for the password.
“Does it boot off a USB?” Wayne asked.
“It didn’t before,” I said. But I tried it anyway. No luck. The screen turned off, turned on and then we were back at:
Welcome, adventurer. What is your name? 
We tried booting off a CD.
Welcome, adventurer. What is your name? 
“Well, that’s a useless piece of junk,” Wayne said.
So much for writing my thesis.
“Have you ever seen anything like this before?” I asked.
“Never, bud.”
“What do you think it is?”
“I don’t know. But keeping in mind I’m not a technician, just a guy who sells used computers and sometimes installs Skype and Acrobat Reader for people who type with one finger, I’d say the thing’s been set to boot off a device with some sort of game on it.”
“You mean we set it to that,” I said. “Because it booted from the hard drive before.”
“By typing in the password?”
“I guess.”
“Then either we changed the boot order without knowing it or this is the BIOS,” Wayne said. “Type something in. See what happens.”
I dangled my fingers over the keyboard, trying to think of a good name for an adventurer.
Wayne cleared his throat.
I typed in John, and quickly followed with Grousewater.
John Grousewater, an envoy from his excellency, Prince Verbamor of the Principality of Xynk, has arrived at the door of your remote stone hut. The envoy tells you that the Prince requests an immediate audience with you. Do you accept? yes 
The screen flashed white, then beeped a midi theme and displayed a white-on-black title screen baring the words “Xynk: An Interactive Quest”. Below were the names of its two developers, Tim Birch and Olaf Brandywine. I hit a key. A pixelated horse began to inch its way across a pixelated mountainous landscape.
The Principality of Xynk is on the other side of the world. Your journey was long and treacherous. 
“How old is this?” Wayne asked.
The screen flashed and a bolt of lightning appeared above the mountains.
But finally you made it. 
“No idea,” I said.
The landscape disappeared, replaced by the command prompt.
After paying for two nights of lodgings at THE YAWNING MASK, you pat your trusty horse, NIGEL, and make your way on foot to the massive structure that looms over the entirety of the city-state of Xynk, the famous CASTLE MOTHMOUTH. [OB: almost done intro description, will add soon] “I have summoned you, John Grousewater, because your exploits are known throughout the land. As you see, Xynk is in grave danger and needs your help. The enemy is already within. Only a reversal of the spell using the very same AMULET OF VERMILLION will thwart the evil plans of the HOODED RAT BROTHERHOOD and save us. Only you possess the ability to locate the amulet somewhere in Xynk and prepare the ingredients necessary to cast the reversal. John Grousewater, the reward for success will be great. Do you accept the mission?” 
I read through the text twice before realizing that Wayne was looking at me. “Well, do you accept?”
yes Xynk: An Interactive Quest is a text adventure game. It is recommended that before you begin, you read the HELP FILE. To do so now or at any time, type: READ HELP. 
I typed READ HELP.
This is placeholder text [TB: We need a help file asap] 
Wayne pulled up a chair and sat down beside me. “That wasn’t very helpful. You ever played one of these before?”
“I think I know the basics,” I said.
ROOM IN THE YAWNING MASK You are in your room in the Yawning Mask. It’s bare and empty, which suits an adventurer like you just fine. In the room, you see a TABLE and a WINDOW. The only DOOR leads WEST into the HALL. 
“So do your stuff, hot shot. Let’s see what this baby’s all about.”
examine table It’s a wooden table. It’s empty. examine window You walk to the window and look out. A cheap view for a cheap room. You see the ALLEY behind The Yawning Mask. Directly below the window, NIGEL and several other horses are eating feed from a trough. 
Bells dinged as a woman walked into the store. Wayne turned his chair to face her. It made an awful scraping sound. “May I help you?”
“My computer’s broken,” she said.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“I can’t Skype.”
“Is Skype installed?” Wayne asked.
“I don’t really know how to check that,” she said. “It worked yesterday.” Wayne patted me on the shoulder and got up to work his magic at the front counter.
I vaguely heard them talking as I refocused on Xynk.
talk to Nigel Nigel stops drinking for a moment and looks up. He’s the best horse you’ve ever had, and you hope he thinks the same about you. talk to Nigel about Xynk Nigel neighs. 
I’d played Zork once or twice online, so I had a grip on how these games worked. Usually, half the trouble was getting the game to understand what you wanted to do. Half the tedium was reading the same messages over and over again. To remind myself, I typed:
examine room ROOM IN THE YAWNING MASK You are in your room in the Yawning Mask. It’s bare and empty, which suits an adventurer like you just fine. In the room, you see a TABLE and a WINDOW. Someone has slid a NOTE under the door. The only DOOR leads WEST into the HALL. 
A note? I scrolled up to see if that had been in the first description of the room. It hadn’t.
examine note There is no such object. “Go to EAST STORE ROOM in CASTLE MOTHMOUTH” 
That was odd. I tried examining the note again and got the same result, an error message followed by a line of output. So I tried examining a few made-up objects that the game had never mentioned, like a “lantern”.
There is no such object “Go to EAST STORE ROOM in CASTLE MOTHMOUTH” 
And:
examine ipod There is no such object “Go to EAST STORE ROOM in CASTLE MOTHMOUTH” move W YAWNING MASK HALL You are standing in the hall. Your ROOM is to the EAST. A staircase leads DOWN. 
I went down, and navigated my way out of The Yawning Mask after noting on my phone that the Innkeeper seemed like he could be a font of information about Xynk. I’d talk to him later. Now, I made my way through the city toward Castle Mothmouth. I stopped hearing Wayne discuss how to add and remove software in Windows 7 and started hearing the din of Xynk amidst the clicking of the Thinkpad keys. I passed The Pierced Snout Tavern and The Local Alchemist, peeked into The Library, and noted the names of all the various neighbourhoods that the command prompt threw at me. Although some of the descriptions in the game were unfinished, most were sparsely vivid and the world itself was detailed and huge. Xynk was a living and breathing place, at least as real as a text-based San Andreas.
At some point, Wayne scraped his chair and sat beside me again. “How’s the adventure going, Grousewater?” he asked.
“I’m following what the note said and going to Castle Mothmouth.”
“Or you could work on your thesis.”
I smirked. “Thanks, Annie.”
Then I remembered that Wayne had slept with her before I ever had, and the thought made me jealous.
“Seriously, buddy. I’m all about wasting time playing video games, but the ones I play usually have graphics and guns, and don’t you have a meeting with your whatever-her-name is at the university in like two days?”
I did. I sighed.
save Command unknown. Type HELP FILE for help. save game Command unknown. Type HELP FILE for help. 
“Fuck.”
Wayne picked up my phone and read the notes I’d made. “What’s the matter? Did you get shivved by a homeless dude in”—He squinted.—”Vagrant’s Quarter?”
“I don’t know how to save,” I said.
Wayne grabbed the Thinkpad’s power cord and yanked it out of the socket. The Thinkpad shut off. “The bad thing about buying used laptops,” Wayne said, “is that usually their batteries don’t work.”
I was about to reply in a witty fashion when my phone rang—
Wayne tossed it to me.
It was Annie. I accepted the connection. “Hello, honey bun,” I said. “What’s up?”
“Where the hell are you?”
“I’m…” Wayne pointed with his chin at a clock on the wall. “Shit,” I said into the phone. I’d been at Wayne’s for over three hours. How long had I been playing Xynk? It didn’t seem anywhere near that long. My wife launched into an accusatory reminder that I was supposed to pick up a bag of potatoes on the way home and that I was supposed to be home by five, and that it was now almost six, and that the turkey was going to be too dry, and I moved the phone away from my ear and shrugged my shoulders at Wayne despite knowing that my wife was right. “Wherever you are, just get the potatoes and get home now,” she said, and ended the call. It had long ago stopped being a blow to my ego that my wife never suspected me of having an affair.
“I’ve gotta run,” I said to Wayne. I put my phone in my pocket, closed and picked up the Thinkpad, and rolled up and picked up its power cord.
Wayne crossed his arms.
“You should leave that piece of junk here,” he said.
I waved and was out the door.
I bought the potatoes at the nearest grocery store, paying nearly double what I should have because the store catered to the upper middle-class with ceramic tiles and good lighting unlike the immigrant-focused Food Basics I usually shopped at.
I called my wife to tell her the potatoes were on their way, but she didn’t answer. Maybe she was having an affair.
I also kept thinking about the note by the door in John Grousewater’s room in The Yawning Mask. What could possibly be in Castle Mothmouth’s east storage room, and who’d delivered the glitchy message? I’d have to try to talk to the Innkeeper about it. Maybe he saw someone come in.
I pulled into my driveway, put the laptop under my arm, grabbed the bag of potatoes with my hand and went in through the garage. Annie was waiting in the kitchen, playing a match-three fruit game on her tablet. “Nice of you to finally make it,” she said.
I apologized, saying I’d lost track of time working on my thesis.
“At least I don’t have to worry about you having an affair,” she said as she was getting the turkey out of the oven.
It was dry.
After dinner we drank coffee together. I watched her swipe her finger to match bananas, kiwi and watermelons. What if the note is a trap? I thought. It could be from the Hooded Rat Brotherhood. Then again, was the Hooded Rat Brotherhood actually evil? They had a name that sounded evil, but Prince Verbamor seemed shady too. I understood his need to bring in an outsider to solve the quest because the Hooded Rat Brotherhood had infiltrated Xynk’s own police force and Verbamor didn’t know who to trust, but I also remembered an old British horror movie about an outsider who comes to an island to investigate a crime and ends up burned alive in a giant wicker man as part of an elaborate pagan ceremony.
When Annie stopped talking between levels of her mobile game, I got the bright idea to search for Xynk online.
Google search brought up 273,000 matches but none about the Xynk I was looking for. Google Books didn’t yield any fruit either. Although that wasn’t entirely surprising—after all, the game was old and clearly unfinished—there was something inexplicably creepy about anything that existed in the real world without leaving a trace of its existence on the internet. I decided to try Googling the names of the two developers instead.
They did exist.
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A Bug's Life (iTunes) - $5.50
Aladdin: animated (MA) - $5 | (GP) - $4.50
Aladdin - live action (iTunes) - $4 | (GP) - $4
Alice through the looking glass | (iTunes) - $4.50
Ant Man (MA) - $4.50
Ant Man & the Wasp (iTunes) - $4.50
Avengers (iTunes) - $5.50 | (GP) - $5.50
Avengers: Age of Ultron (4K MA) - $8 | (GP) - $5
Avengers: Endgame (iTunes) - $3 | (GP) - $3
Avengers Infinity War (iTunes) - $3 | (GP) - $3
Beauty & The Beast - Enchanted Christmas (MA) - $4.50
Beauty & The Beast - live action (iTunes) - $3.50
Big Hero 6 (iTunes) - $4 | (GP) - $3
The BFG (iTunes) - $4 | (MA) - $4.50
Black Panther (iTunes) - $4 | (GP) - $3.50
Call of the Wild (GP) - $3.50
Captain America: Winter (GP) - $5.50
Captain Marvel (iTunes) - $4 | (GP) - $4
Christopher Robin (iTunes) - $4.50 | (GP) - $4.50
Cinderella - animated (iTunes) - $4.50
Cinderella - live action (4K MA) - $5.50 | (GP) - $4.50
Coco (MA) - $4.50 | (GP) - $4
Disneynature's: Bears (MA) - $5 | (GP) - $4.50
Disneynature's: Born in China (iTunes) - $4
Doctor Strange (iTunes) - $4 | (GP) - $3.50
Dumbo: live action (MA) - $4.50 | (iTunes) - $4
Finding Dory (MA) - $4.50 | (GP) - $4
Fox and the Hound 2 (iTunes) - $4
Frozen (4K MA) - $5.50 | (GP) - $4
Frozen 2 (GP) - $4
Frozen: Sing-along Edition (MA) - $3.50 | (GP) - $3
The Good Dinosaur (iTunes) - $4 | (GP) - $4
Guardians of the Galaxy (GP) - $4.50
Guardians of the Galaxy 2 (iTunes) - $4 | (GP) - $3
The Incredibles 2 (iTunes) - $4.50
Inside Out (MA) - $4.50 | (GP) - $4
Iron Man (iTunes) - $5.50
Iron Man 3 (MA) - $4.50 | (GP) - $4
The Jungle Book - live action (iTunes) - $3.50
The Jungle Book 2 (iTunes) - $5
Lion King - animated (GP) - $4.50
The Lion King - 1 1/2 (iTunes) - $5
Lion King - Live action (iTunes) - $4 | (GP) - $4
Maleficent (iTunes) - $4.50 | (GP) - $4
Mary Poppins (MA) - $4.50
Moana (MA) - $4.50 | (iTunes) - $4
The Nightmare Before Christmas (iTunes SD) - $2.50
Nutcracker & the 4 Realms (iTunes) - $4 | (GP) - $4
Pete's Dragon (iTunes) - $4
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales (MA) - $3.50 | (GP) - $3
The Pirate Fairy: Tinkerbell (MA) - $3.50 | (GP) - $3
Planes (MA) - $4.50 | (GP) - $4
Pocahontas 2 (iTunes) - $4
Princess & the Frog (iTunes) - $4
Ralph Breaks the Internet (MA) - $4 | (GP) - $3.50
Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (iTunes) - $4 | (GP) - $4
The Santa Clause 2 (GP) - $3
The Santa Clause 3 (GP) - $3
Sleeping Beauty (MA) - $4.50 | (iTunes) - $4
Star Wars: Rise of Skywalker (iTunes) - $4
Star Wars: The Force Awakens (MA) - $3 | (GP) - $2.50
Star Wars: The Last Jedi (MA) - $4.50 | (GP) - $4
Super Buddies (iTunes) - $3
Thor: Dark World (4K MA) - $8.50 | (GP) - $5.50
Thor: Ragnarok (MA) - $4 | (GP) - $3.50
Toy Story 4 (GP) - $4 | (iTunes) - $4
Wrinkle in Time (MA) - $4 | (GP) - $3.50
Zootopia (GP) - $4
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2020.09.26 19:32 gofishus Super hidden sex

[Review] Yu-No - a girl who chants love at the bound of this world (Nintendo Switch)
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Platform: Nintendo Switch Developer: ELF Corporation (original) / 5pb (remake) Release: Dec 26, 1996 (original) / Oct 1, 2019 (remake) Price: $60 USD
Yu-No: A girl who chants love at the bound of this world (unwieldy title, I know) is a classic game that originally came out for the beloved NEC PC-98 in Japan back in the mid 90s. It was originally an Eroge game that got the sex scenes removed and re-released as a just a regular visual novel with a lot of perverted dialogue and scenes still intact. Yeah, similar to how Muv-Luv also turned from an Eroge into a beloved visual novel series I guess. This game has now been remade and released in Japan in 2015 and now released here in the West this year 2019.
But man, there are still alot of perverted scenes left in. I don't mind it too much - but some people might take offense to it. It's literally just the sex scenes removed and the rest of the Eroge dialogue remains intact - and yes the boobs/skirt/legs are almost always clickable on a woman.

One such perverted scene still in the game
But other than that, it's a great game. A pioneering time travel / sci-fi visual novel that must have been the inspiration for Steins;Gate and so many others.
Plot: So the plot is that your father Koudai Arima is reported dead - but you, Takuya Arima 'the walking libido', soon receive a package containing a time travel device called the Reflector. You suspect that your father is not really dead at all and he's somewhere - but you must find him.
The main goal of the game is to collect 6 different jewels in different timelines - you already start out with 4 jewels in the device - making 10 total. Each jewel can be used at any point to essentially 'save' the game so that you can come back to it later. But you have to make sure you don't use up all the jewels - if all jewels are used then you are stuck and you can't power the Reflector device anymore. Loading up a jewel frees up that jewel so that you can use it again. So there's essentially a limited number of save slots and you have to be careful with where you save. Using the Reflector device was a little confusing at first but then I figured out how to use it and man it must have been pretty revolutionary at the time for visual novels to have such a feature.
Similar to Steins;Gate you can essentially time travel between different parallel worlds - there's a certain time limit that you have before you get 'chaos corrected' back to the beginning of the game - but you retain your items from each timeline - this is essential because there are parts in one timeline that might require items from another timeline. There are multiple endings within each route. You need to go through all the endings in order to get all the items you need to get all the jewels which are hidden within each route. Once you get all 10 jewels - you are transported to the Epilogue - which is another lengthy playthrough in itself but its quite a different experience from the main game - so this game definitely has a lot of replay value to it.
Gameplay: It's a point and click adventure style game, similar to Root Letter and other mystery / investigation type games, so its more interactive than the typical visual novel. When you get to the Epilogue, there's no more mysteries to solve so the jewel finding goal turns into a goal to search for [not going to spoil it, you will have to play through it ;)]

One such interactive scene
Characters: Well, similar to Muv-Luv this was originally an Eroge - so obviously its full of women wearing short skirts and school uniforms. But you knew that right?
-Takuya Arima - the main protagonist, who is a bona fide pervert, but also a guy who is driven by a desire to find his father and solve the mysteries of time travel. -Ayumi Arima - the stepmom of Takuya and Geo Technics manager, who is a romance option in this game, despite the incestual overtones of it -Kozo Ryuzoji - the headmaster of the school and the main antagonist of the game -Mitsuki Ichijo - a former lover of Takuya's and Ryuzoji's secretary, who is also a romance option for him. -Mio Shimazu - a spoiled 'princess' type girl and Takuya's classmate, who is also a romance option for him. -Eriko Takeda - Takuya's homeroom teacher who may know more about time travel than she lets on... -Kanna Hatano - a classmate of Takuya's who always behaves very mysteriously. She is also a romance option for him. -Masakatsu Yuki - the obligatory 'annoying best friend' character of Takuya's -Kaori Asakura - An investigative journalist trying to get down to the mysteries surrounding Geo Technics -Hideo Toyotomi - An annoying employee and subordinate of Ayumi at Geo Technics -Sayless, Amanda and the namesake character Yu-No are actually characters that you will have to play to the Epilogue to find out who they are, so I won't spoil them here.
A nice candid moment
Graphics: I'm torn. The original graphics from 1996 just scream 80s/90s Japan. the NEC PC-98 is famous for these kinds of graphics. I am a 90s anime lover so naturally I prefer the old look better. It has such a nostalgic charm to it. But the remake isn't bad either - it's done in a more modern style and you can take a look side by side to see which you prefer. I wish there was an option to use the old graphics though.

The original PC-98 graphics compared to the remake
Music: Amazing. You can choose between the remade soundtrack and the original soundtrack from 1996. I prefer the original - but the remake is done pretty well. It perfectly fits with the mystery / sci-fi style of the game.
Conclusion: This game is a 10/10 from me. I literally could not put it down since I started it. I am a sci-fi visual novel lover and a big fan of Steins;Gate so its obvious that this game would peak my interest as well. This was the original sci-fi visual novel that was very influential on subsequent visual novels. I wish there was an option to use the original graphics but the remake does pretty well recreating all the characters and scenes, the music is awesome, the gameplay has a lot of replay value and the characters - while not super original - you have to remember it was originally an eroge title - are ok for what they are which is bringing the story together. There's a lot of perverted dialogue and scenes - but if you are comfortable with that, it's not that bad. A solid game that will take you a while to reach 100% completion (and a bonus if you do!).
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2020.09.26 14:54 streakymetal405 Super hidden sex

Whaddup Reduction community!
This community and the discussions that happen within it have been so helpful and so nice during my recovery. This will be my 4th post and I’m just approaching one month post op.
I learned that reading as many stories as possible was so helpful before and after the operation. I thought by sharing my story I can help someone else out there that was sharing the same anxieties or concerns or pains as I once was. So let me share, from start to finish, as detailed but concise as possible.
The Lead up: I was always tiny. My whole life I heard how skinny I was. I was just a child, of course I was skinny. Entering college I was an A/B cup, size 0 in jeans, small/extra small in t shirts. I stopped growing in height when I was 17. I stopped at 5’4”. I was around 100 lbs then.
In college, I started packing on the pounds. Smoking weed and late night cravings for Vanilla Coke, Milkshakes and fried chicken sandwiches didn’t help. The weight mostly went to my legs, hips and face. I didn’t realize it was affecting my boobs at all. I didn’t pay attention.
Over the years I fluctuated between 120-135lbs. It wasn’t unusual. By the time I graduated college, I was 150s. Again, I didn’t realize that my boobs were growing with me. At this time (though not properly measured), I thought I was a C/small D.
After college I began working retail where I shed a few pounds, but realized that my boobs were sagging, my areola was getting bigger, and I couldn’t walk briskly without them bouncing up and down.
When I finally got a job as a teacher, I packed the pounds back on, and a lot of it went straight to my boobs. Over the next 2 years, I was considered “overweight” according to BMI as I was now 160, and my tits were measured at a DDD/F. My back was beginning to hurt, and my posture was seriously declining.
I developed a bulge in my thoracic spine, and started having serious periformis and sciatic nerve pain. I’m only 24 at this point.
I couldn’t wear t shirts anymore, and every time I did, creepy men and judgmental women stared at me. I mourned the loss of my adolescent body.
I tried dieting, exercise, etc. it wasn’t helping my breasts look better. No type of bra made my body look the way it was meant to.
I had enough one day when I wore an outfit that I loved in my C cup breasts, but no longer looked right in my F cup breasts. For the record, I identify as a woman but I prefer not to present super feminine. I will never wear a dress or high heels, and only wear men’s t shirts and button ups. As you can imagine, very large breasts gave me some serious gender presenting dysphoria.
I would go braless to sleep, but my tits would get caught under my armpits. A week before my periods, my breasts would swell to the point where I would wake up in the middle of the night thinking they were going to explode.
I didn’t want to ever even have sex anymore. It was beginning to affect my confidence in my long term relationship.
I talked to my partner. She knew I was in emotional anguish over my disproportionate breasts. She supported my decision to get them smaller.
The Consult: I went to see my gynecologist who referred me to an in-network plastic surgeon who she regarded as “actually the best there is.” After researching him, I found out that he was, indeed, the best.
I called his office and set up an appointment. He has a couple of offices, and luckily for me I lived in between all of them and was happy to travel to any.
I met this man and immediately I knew I was in the right place. He was thorough, asked me the right questions to ensure I got approved through my insurance, and told me exactly what to expect. I was in awe.
He took a look at my breasts and said “yep this is going to change your life.” I asked him to give me his medical opinion about them, any observations or annotations. He said “well, your areola is way too big for you, but we’ll fix that. You’re sagging drastically and this isn’t good for your spine or balance. I believe proceeding with surgery is right for you.”
Honestly, I trusted him. I didn’t feel like he was selling it to me. I felt like he was being honest and well intentioned. I usually have a good first instinct about people.
His office manager began the process of contacting my insurance company (EMPIRE BCBS) for me. I didn’t need any type of previous medical records at all to get covered. About 3 days later, both the office manager and the insurance company sent me the letter saying I was approved. I called insurance company to find out exactly what that meant (any hidden costs?). It was 100% covered. Not even a copay. I was in disbelief of how extremely fortunate I was in this entire situation.
The office manager originally set the date for 4 months away, but a few days later she asked me if I wanted to do September 1st instead (which was 2 weeks away at that point). I jumped on it.
The surgery prep: Long story short: I didn’t have a PCP because I’m a young 20s kid that just didn’t have time or energy to have “a doctor” that I just go to for check ups, so I had to find one quickly to give me medical clearance. I won’t get into details because it’s not important to the story but I found a quack near where I live and he made me so anxious. Whatever. I got the clearance.
I had a pre-op appointment at my surgeons office where the nurses explained to me exactly what I needed to do before surgery (stop smoking—weed and otherwise—, don’t drink, stop taking vitamins and NSAIDs, no green tea), what types of bras I should get for the post op appointment, and what type of pain and discomfort I should expect. They wrote me a script there for hydrocodone and an anti biotic so I didn’t have to worry about it after surgery. Both drugs combined cost me .60 cents. Incredible. Doctor explained to me what the anchor incision method was and drew a (very detailed and impressive) picture of what will happen to my boobies.
Then I had presurgical testing done a day later and that was also fine.
I had to get a covid test two days before surgery. Also fine and no biggie.
I started to get anxious. I had never had a surgery of any kind ever in my whole life. Never been under. I’ve broken many bones and wasn’t afraid of pains but I was afraid of the hospital, being alone (because of COVID restrictions), and the anesthesia. Even though it was outpatient and I wouldn’t have been alone all night, being alone before and after was a scary thought.
The Surgery: Surgery was scheduled for 12:30 September 1st. My loving partner drove me to the hospital. I got to the empty hospital early and waited, signed a bunch of papers, got prepped for surgery, whatever. I, unfortunately, had my period on its worst day during this surgery. The hospital gave me a terrible wingless pad and surgical underwear. This kinda grossed me out since I was going to be catheterized, but I’m sure the nurses have seen worse things.
I was very nervous. I met with the anesthesiologist who asked me how I was doing. I told him I was anxious. He said he’d give me some Valium (which didn’t happen until I was literally on the operation table lol). I met with my surgeon and he drew me up with the surgical marker. He made great conversation with me and assured me I was in good hands. I trusted him.
Ok. Now is the time. It’s like 2pm now. They walked me into the operating room. They got me on the table. There were so many people in there. Nurses, nurse anesthetist, my surgeon, the anesthesiologist, nurses assistants, and probably students/interns. They stuck the IV in my left hand. The nurse told me to think of a happy place, so I thought about a rock that my partner and I laid in the Iao Valley in Maui.
Before I knew it, I was waking up in the post-op bed in the hospital. A very handsome nurse asked me how I was doing. I fumbled my words but managed to say “thirsty.” I didn’t know it at the time, but it was 6:30pm
I drank some water and passed out again.
I woke up, fell back asleep, woke up, fell back asleep. I did this a bunch of times. I felt so messed up from the drugs. I think they moved me to a different bed. I remember getting on a wheelchair and nodding off. I honestly can’t remember.
I was wearing the post-surgical Velcro bra stuffed with gauze like the nurses at the PS office told me I would. The bra was already leaked through by blood and puss but I was told I was not allowed to touch it, take it off, or change the gauze for a week until my post op appointment.
I was really hungry. At this point I hadn’t eaten or drank much in 24 hours. A nurse gave me jello and graham crackers.
I immediately threw up both things.
A nurse walked me to the bathroom. I was hunched over because my boobs were so sore and they felt so heavy and swollen, but I couldn’t feel much except that I knew they were smaller. I couldn’t pee because of how the catheter makes you feel when it’s inside you and then when it comes out. It makes your bladder feel funny. However, I remember being hit with an awful smell: period blood, urine, and hospital smell (sorry just trying to be thorough). I forgot I had my period, and I was bleeding through because the pad was all messed up.
Finally the nurses called my partner and said she can come pick me up, I was being discharged.
While on her way, I started throwing up again. They told me to wait a while before getting in the car with my partner. It wasn’t until 10:30pm that I left the hospital.
The ride home was interesting. I was loopy as fuck and was directing my partner (who usually doesn’t drive much) home from the hospital because I didn’t like the way the GPS wanted her to go. She humored me and went the way I was suggesting.
I felt like I was drunk. It was funny. She said I sounded really whiny and pathetic and had never heard my voice sound that way in our 7 years together.
The Recovery: The night of: We got home and set up my bed with multiple pillows propped up. On my bedside table we had: water, probiotics, anti biotics, the hydrocodone, Tylenol (in case I rejected the hydro). She got a garbage bin lined with a plastic bag for me in case I threw up (which I did a couple of times). I took one of the hydros and went to sleep for a bit. Throughout the night I woke up and then nodded back into sleep. I was not used to sleeping propped up and my neck was bothering me, as well as my lower back, even with a thick pillow under my legs.
Day one: Taking the narcotics really messed me up. My vision was funky, my thought processes were weird, I was hungry but nauseous simultaneously, and couldn’t produce a bowel movement. I still had a hard time peeing and still smelled funky down there.
I already hated the bra stuffed with gauze. It was uncomfortable and itchy.
My breasts just felt so heavy. I was hunched over like a caveman. I couldn’t straighten out, it felt weird to do so.
Still can’t pee. Drinking lots of water. Watching Real Housewives of Beverly Hills because I can’t mentally focus on a story line that requires thought.
Partner made me low sodium soup. Threw it up promptly.
I couldn’t really do much. I needed my partner to open up my pill bottles because it oddly requires chest strength which I did not have.
Slept OK that night because I was tired.
Day two: Swollen, heavy, zonked out. Basically repeated day one, but started to pee more, and eat little things. Threw up only once.
Day three: Swelling went down a bit and I got more feeling. I took some of the unnecessary gauze out that had no blood on it because my chest was hot and sweaty. I couldn’t sleep on this night. I watched the sun come up. I tried washing my hair this day, but it was a struggle and not worth the fight. No one but my partner was seeing me anyway. I did stink though. God bless her for putting up with that.
She basically gave me a sponge bath. It was not romantic but somehow very intimate lol
Day four: Still no bowel movement, but starting to eat more. I stopped taking the narcotic because i honestly was not liking how it felt. I was nauseous all the time and starting to worry that I was too weak. I didn’t sleep on this night either, and broke down crying from discomfort. Again, I was not in pain, but the bra stuffed with gauze was getting to me. There was gauze at the bottom where my under boob incisions were that got hardened and were irritating my incisions—and me. I called the office and they told me to leave it alone. Also, I developed a strange numbness in my arm and hand. Why??
Day five: I’m mad. I still haven’t shit. My stomach hurts and I’ve taken the laxatives and nothing is helping. The numbess in my arm was present all night and I couldn’t sleep... again. I told my partner to take me to the ER. I didn’t want to have a blood clot.
I went to the ER at the same hospital I had the surgery at. I had both a resident and an attending check me out and they really took their time with me. It was refreshing. They said basically they don’t know what it is, but it’s probably a phlebitis (inflammation of the vein) from the IV and tenderness because the blood pressure cuff was too tight on my arm for a 4 hour surgery.
The phlebitis could go away on its own. If it was a blood clot, it would be a thrombophlebitis, which has virtually no risk of being a clot that would travel to my heart, and also could go away on its own. It could be helped with blood thinners, but my PS ordered me to stay away from blood thinners until one month after surgery. They sent me home, told me to ice it, and try to relax.
The numbness faded in and out a couple of times. Throughout the day. I slept pretty OK on this night.
Day six: The next day the numbness was gone, but the veins where it hurt were still hardened and sore to the touch. I finally had a BM.
I weighed myself. I lost 10 entire pounds, in 6 days. I also developed multiple swollen lymph nodes in my armpits. Every day they got bigger and more painful.
I only had one more day to wear this horrible surgical bra with gauze. It was killing me. A lot of my nausea stemmed from feeling confined up there and the constipation. I finally ate a real meal. I just wanted to shower.
I’m still nauseous at this point. The feeling reminds me of having the flu. Just weak and unable to concentrate on anything. I’m thirsty, even though I’m drinking a lot of water. I had a vitamin water for electrolytes.
Day seven: Post op appointment day: I get to the office with my bras that they told me to get (They recommended BALI brand or Genie Bra—told me to get multiple sizes).
A nurse took my bra off and took all the gauze out, as well as the surgical tape. Holy shit. The feeling was glorious. I saw my titties for the first time. They were yellow and the black stitches around my areola creeped me out, but my god it was perfect anyway.
I saw all the incisions of the anchor. They went around to just about 5 inches under my armpit. I was so relieved.
She put me in one of my new bras, and the shape was astounding.
Dr. came in to check me out and make sure I didn’t have any infections or anything. I looked good. He gave me the OK to finally shower facing away from the shower head and not to wash the incisions. and, if I could get someone to drive me, I could go to work (I teach so at this point, school just started. I took the first two days off where we didn’t meet with students).
I went home, had a glorious shower, and showed my boobs to my partner. She was so impressed and fascinated. She did admit though, that seeing the stitches and the yellow bruising made her stomach woozy but I absolutely do not blame her because I had exactly the same reaction.
I still wasn’t sleeping great. I started to lower my pillows because I realized I wasn’t getting optimal blood flow to my head when I was sleeping upright.
I’m also just not used to wearing a bra in bed.
Day nine: I return to work! But... as I was putting a shoe on, I felt a “pop” in my left under boob incision. I immediately panicked. For the rest of the day I felt a strange sensation, like a tension or pulling (I posted about this elsewhere. “Strange Sensation”).
We’re teaching and planning on computers in the school so I wasn’t doing anything strenuous to my body.
Day ten: No more popping sensation but the pulling feeling is still there. Still not sleeping great. Honestly can’t concentrate.
Every subsequent day after that blends together. Showering is hard but manageable, can’t reach above my head, walking slowly to avoid jiggling the ladies.
I feel better and better every day, and swelling is reduced every day.
On day 16 I got my black areola stitches removed.
I’m 3 weeks post op now and my left breast still feels kinda funny. My doctor said it’s normal because of tension from the internal stitches and gravity pulling my boobies down.
The vein in my hand from the phlebitis actually still does hurt to the touch and is still “chord like” as they describe it. It won’t kill me but it is slightly annoying. The armpit lymph nodes are also almost gone. I can feel them under the skin but they’re not swollen or painful.
I wear a bra basically all the time, but my boobs are so sensitive that I do take it off for a couple of hours every night.
I started sleeping on my right side. My left side is more uncomfortable.
Walking is easier now and I’m driving pretty comfortably.
I’m happy with how they’re healing, and I can’t wait to be completely healed.
My coworkers and friends keep telling me how great I look. I can finally wear t shirts again. Fitted t shirts!! I feel more comfortable with my gender presentation. My partner is still in love with my body (no doubt she wouldn’t be).
I went from an F to a B/small C.
I may post before and after pics one day soon.
I hope this story helps someone who is considering this surgery. I spent hours on this forum just reading other people’s stories to feel better. This is a great community.
Thank you everyone! Enjoy this novel!
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2020.09.26 10:56 AsianParmAsian Super hidden sex

This is a very long post telling the different kinds of relationships I've had with gay guys, whether platonic, romantic, or sexual, I have never seen any of these men again.
As a Hispanic bi guy, I feel like I know when and where to complain about certain things. I can take alot of verbal shit from people just because I usually talk back with wit, humor and cuntiness or just not give a shit about what most people think. But I take things personally usually when it regards someone close to me or any homophobia from my family.
For some context: I am a 20 year old college dropout that majored in music, I got outed to my parents about not being the "good Christian straight boy" they raised back in early January, and ever since then they would blame alot of my actions in 2019 as a reason for my depression and failed grades. I raised my GPA back up this May and did not return this Fall because continuing my music performance major is a terrible idea right now. So I picked up doordash and am currently saving up to find a place of my own because I need it for my own mental health.

  1. (22) Jason and I met in college through a community service program we were all required to do. We are quite different, he was the typical gay that likes musicals, limp wristed fem, etc. Despite us rarely hanging out, I depended on him to pick up when I felt extremely depressed back in 2019. The last time we hung out was in January of 2020. The reason we stopped talking was because I posted a "messy bottom" joke on my story, and quickly after he lashes out at me over text saying how offensive that joke was and later went on to call me a bully just because of my dark sense of humor (he has already known that I have a dark sense of humor, and I've told much worse in front of him). We haven't spoken since; Jason I guess was my wake up call to start cutting the people I needed to out of my life.
  2. (19) Alex and I both majored in music. He was a freshman when I was a sophomore in college when we met. We barely paid attention to each other just because we were yet again quite different. He hangs out with "the girls and the gays" and I hung out with the instrumentalists and all the straight guys at the dorm he lived at. One Saturday night we notice each other on grindr and hook up at his dorm. We have a few hookups and he says that he wants me to fuck him, but then covid hits and we head back home for the rest of the semester. And believe it or not, the same messy bottom joke made him send me a text saying that we can't be friends anymore. And I just said ok, and I thought to myself "his loss" and moved on with my life.
  3. (25) Tyler and I met on a tinder right before lockdown. We went on a date where I picked him up, headed to a lakeshore, and just sat down and talked. I told him how much hell my parents were putting me through, how they threatened my tuition if I were to move out, and just how toxic they got after my "outing". The funny thing is that he is a counselor and a social worker. He was very nice and we had a very good platonic relationship. We actually called Jason at the time just to bug him because we had more mutual friends than we thought and both found it funny. I am generally a very open minded person and conversations with me can go on forever. When I came home from that date, my mom asked me why I came home so late and I told her why. She asked me if it was a guy or a girl and I said it was a guy. She said she was disappointed and therefore I just went back to my room and cried myself to sleep. A few weeks later, I'm texting Tyler when I found out that my mom had taken my lotion that was hidden in my backpack (her reasoning being that she doesn't want me covering up the smell of weed so she can catch me). At this point, I had a complete mental breakdown and called Tyler on snapchat and vented to him everything else I was dealing with at the time. As I bawled my eyes out, he said absolutely nothing and blocked me on everything after I hang up. I haven't heard from him since.
  4. (19) This gay is completely different and he's the reason I have a good plug for my dabpen that I medicate with. I met a stoner gay that I fucked the first time we met. He ended up being the first guy I ever top and he came in under a minute. I was honestly ok with that because I didn't like the place he lived in. Nevertheless, he ended up using me for money despite me getting smoked out almost every morning before work. After our general falling out, he blocked me on everything yet again and the last time I saw him was in this other grindr gay guy's story of them both smoking weed lol.
  5. (?) This one's just a toxic ass grindr gay that was "bareback all the way" and I walked out of his house in 2 minutes lol.
  6. (4?) Lied about his age and i left his house instantly.
  7. (38) This one is Derek the millionaire, we havent seen each other since lockdown after he smoked me out after texting me that he likes hanging out with me. We both were music majors, and he found me genuinely entertaining. He would tell me that he would fuck his plug and this other guy doesn't even respond for 2 weeks if you want gas 😆.
  8. (31) I am also the most upset at this one because this has been the hottest guy I've hooked up with ever. This one was the last straw and the main reason I am writing this. One Saturday morning, I meet Grayson on grindr. We exchange pics, we both shower at our own places, then I head over. I show up at his apartment and we sit at his kitchen. As I'm packing a joint, we're bonding quite well, he tells me he grew up in a unique town in my state, and I see his silver play button. In the conversation I ask him how his life is here in my city.. I ask him how he can make ends meet (given that his genre was affected the worst by adpocalypse) and he says Patreon. I don't even see the name of the YouTube channel because I know how much youtubers hate it when someone plays their videos around him. At some point he tells me he is meeting up with his friend to go fuck at a park in the woods, I said it was cool and that if he wanted me out before that I would be fine. He says that he plans to leave around 12. Before this, the conversation stayed relatively sex-free. We get high and then he pulls out a toy bow and arrow set he shoots a skeleton off of his banister. He lets me try it and I fail. He later offers to play the movie Party Monster and I say sure. He asks me if I want to go to the liquor store before he plays the movie, I remind him of his scheduled dick appointment, and we just sit on the couch and watch the movie. Within 5 minutes I ask to use the blanket on the other couch, he gives it to me and we continue watching the film for 30 minutes. Eventually, we start adjusting closer to each other and I break the ice. He admits he's horny and we start cuddling. We start having sexual small talk, I lay my head on his lap and he starts playing with my hair. I mention "I'm not a size queen" somewhere in the conversation. I guess I conveniently forgot that I had a blanket because my hard on was definitely setting in. I pull down his pants and his dick is ready for me to suck. It's clean, pretty, and my favorite shape and size. He's around 5.5" average thickness with an upward curve. I play with it for a solid minute. I then ask him if he wants to try and suck mine. I pull my pants down and I get the response "Oh my God, it's so thick." He seemed impressed but he was doing a pretty bad job of pleasuring me ngl. He could barely take it in his mouth and would make his motions quickly. I sort of figured he was pretty bad at giving head given that he's told me about bigger dicks he's been with. At some point we kiss and he is also a bad kisser; he admitted it at least. He jokes to me about the blanket he gave me, and I turn it back around to his dick. He is now sitting on the couch as I'm blowing him. He genuinely seems to enjoy it: hot moans, playing with hair, eye contact, it's all going really well. He climaxes and shoots a shot into my throat and then I jerk him off until he's done cumming. He says it felt super good and goes to wash up. I start jerking off as he goes to the bathroom. It's almost 1:15 so I figured doing that would be ok. I remember asking him after the hookup if the guy has texted him and he said no. As I'm jerking off, he comes back acting almost entirely different. Almost like having post nut clarity, he tells me to pack my shit and leave and I do just that. I don't get to cum after all I did for him and no confirmation from the other guy. This guy left a bad taste in my mouth because he gave me the "we might have to meet again" because of my dick size, says I'm hot (which I have had lots of self esteem issues), asks for me to middle man for him because he likes the weed we smoked, and even asked me for a ride to the liquor store before we hooked up, all of which I was down to do for him. And to then kick me out of his place after he cums I find it uncalled for. I never see him again and he blocked me on grindr a day later.
Now I've met shitty people from all backgrounds, but I have never seen such a horrible circle to get involved in. Im talking to a gay guy right now that left grindr for the general toxicity, lies, and manipulation. I actually hope this works out between us because he seems like the keeper type, and I know someone that knows him that can vouch for him being a sweetheart. fingers crossed
So these are 90% of the gay guys I've gotten to meet, whether on grindr, college, tinder, or real life. Most of them I have nothing in common with, are judgemental (I was raised 7th day Adventist), and straight up are inconsistent as fuck. My closest friends are generally straight guys, gaymers on discord, bi guys, and lesbians.
If you have advice, feedback, or your own stories to share go right ahead, I might feel less alone over this.
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2020.09.25 19:48 dogeman87 Super hidden sex

You know how it goes. They tell you you’re the perfect child. You were so perfect that they didn’t want to have any more. You’re smart, caring, sociable. Any goal they set for you is reached. Any goal you set for yourself is too high, but you reach it anyways.
I imagine that is how most only children feel at some point. My parents are wonderful people, and I think most of what they say about me is true, even if they tend to sugarcoat it. Now that I’m in college, I do some more questionable things that they might not approve of, but who doesn’t?
In truth, I’m not as perfect as they make me out to be. I’m an above-average student, but I’m not pre-med or engineering. I’m majoring in economics. I do well, I get solid A’s and a few B’s, and I’m active in a couple clubs. I still have no idea what I want to do in life, though.
I’ve only dated one girl, all the way back in sophomore year of high school. The relationship fell apart at the beginning of senior year. We split amicably, I think. Since then, I just haven’t found anyone. You know how it is, scrolling through Tinder and finding so many prospects but then realizing that all of them are either assholes or comically awkward.
Does it bother me? No. None of it does. I couldn’t care less if I’m dating or doing well in school. As long as I’m maintaining my GPA and having fun, classes don’t bother me. I go to parties, I hang out with friends, I smoke a bit of weed every now and then. I’m living the college life.
Well, I was. Then I had this conversation with my dad my freshman year. I’m a senior now. It seemed harmless enough. He asked how my week went, and I told him fine. I asked how he and mom were doing, and he said fine. He asked me what my grades were. Normal, I told him. A’s and B’s. He was satisfied.
Before he hung up, he admitted something to me. “Grant,” he said. “Have you noticed anything strange lately?”
I was dumbfounded. “No, Dad. What do you mean?”
“I don’t know.”
He left it at that, and I could only speculate what he had meant. He wouldn’t elaborate. He only told me to have a great rest of my day.
The next evening, he washed up dead on the riverbank.
*
After two weeks, the police gave up. They said the cause of death was drowning. The autopsy matched up, I guess. They don’t know who did it. The fact that there was foul play is obvious, because my dad was stripped of his wedding ring and clothes and he lived far away from the river.
I had to fly halfway across the country for the funeral. I ended up taking incompletes for my classes that semester. The day would not move fast enough. The services took forever. I don’t remember much, only shaking a lot of people’s hands and watching my mother fall apart. That was the hardest part, I think, watching her sob uncontrollably. Nothing is more disturbing than watching a loved one break down like that. It hits hard, harder than a punch or a knife to the gut. It twists your stomach until you can’t eat anymore, can’t sleep, or maybe you sleep for fifteen hours and still feel exhausted.
I don’t like to dwell on the funeral, so I won’t. I’ll let your imagination fill in the blanks. You can picture what it was like.
I returned to school the next semester. Everyone was sympathetic, but at the same time they gave me space. They knew I didn’t want to talk about it. What college student would? How weird would that have been, breaking down at a party or in the middle of class and talking about my dead dad? Normal, yes, but also embarrassing as hell.
Nevertheless, I found myself talking about it with some girl. I was drunk, way too drunk for my own good. One thing they don’t tell you at parties is how to pace yourself. College kids don’t have much tolerance for alcohol. A couple beers is all it takes to get wasted, for some of us.
I was a little different. I’m tall, over six feet, so I could take more than most. Still, I had only been to a handful of parties at that point. It only took a couple hours to lose self-control.
The girl was pretty. I remember that, though I don’t remember what she actually looked like. She consoled me for a while. I don’t remember why I was talking about my dad, either. I’m sure she had heard the story already. Word got around campus fast. She still listened.
I’m not sure how it escalated, but one thing led to another, and the next thing I remember she was sucking my dick in a closet. Sounds bad, I know, and it was. Not as bad as some of the other things, though. Someone had brought coke- thank God I didn’t go for that- and as we’d made our way to the back of the house, I saw a couple having sex on the couch. In the middle of the room. People were just walking around them like it was nothing.
At least I wore a condom?
Whatever. College is crazy. Case closed. Right?
I wish it were that simple. Thing is, after we had sex the girl, understandably, left me by myself. Probably went to blow some other guy. I went back into the main room, and that’s when things started to go to shit.
They were still doing coke. One of the guys offered some. When I declined, he pressed a straw into my hand instead. I told him he could go shove it. For some reason, the guy didn’t react. He just turned back to the table.
I knew I had to get out of there. Getting caught with alcohol is one thing. But coke? I could go to prison for that. I started extracting myself from the room when I heard it.
There was someone in the bathroom at the top of the stairs. They were whimpering. My first guess was sex, because I’d seen so much of it already that night. But there was only one voice, and the whimpers sounded like pain. Then there was a thud.
I knocked on the door. No response. I rattled the doorknob, and of course it was locked. Then I kicked the door in. The guy that I’d heard was on the floor. There was a little blood, but most startling was the pool of vomit and the guy’s facial expression. He looked dead. I checked his pulse, determined that he was indeed alive, then rolled him onto his side and pulled out my phone to call an ambulance.
That’s when I saw the shadow. It was so faint. I’m not sure how I noticed, really, except for the fact that it shifted. I looked at the shower curtain. Fear settled in my stomach then. I realized that I was in a room on the second floor, far from the rest of the party, with no one but the passed-out guy within calling distance.
The shadow was just from a headlight outside. I began to breath again. Then I felt the hand on my shoulder.
I tried to scream. Another hand slowly closed around my mouth. It was cold and leathery, and wet. I tasted what was probably blood, and I suspected it was from the hand. I began to hyperventilate, which, as you might have guessed, was a really bad idea when my airway was being blocked. I pretty much was asking to lose consciousness.
The hand that had grabbed my shoulder moved down my back. I felt what I can only describe as a tonguelike protrusion running over my neck. I trembled. I figured I was about to die. I would be lying on the floor like this guy, killed by a monster, and no one would find us until next morning at the earliest, and undoubtedly they would think I died the same way as him.
Amazingly, my first thought was of my mom. She couldn’t deal with another death in the family. She would lose it, as anyone would. That, more than the immediate threat that had presented itself, chilled me.
That’s when I ripped the hand from my mouth and screamed. The hand fell on the floor, disintegrated into dust, and I screamed some more.
Whatever had been behind me was gone. I knew it the second it left, because the room suddenly warmed up. I had not realized it had been so cold. Probably I had been too caught up in the moment. The temperature now was like a sauna in comparison.
I looked around frantically. I examined the walls, the ceiling, brushed back the shower curtain, peered carefully behind the toilet. There was nothing. I sat there on the floor for a while, waiting for the shadow and the monster to return. My skin crawled, thinking of that leathery hand on my mouth, the tongue leaving saliva on my neck.
If I had been doing coke, I could have chalked it up to a hallucination. But I’d been clean. I’d had a few beers, but at that moment I was pretty lucid. I was certainly more lucid than the guy on the floor.
I had forgotten about him, actually. I looked at my phone, which had fallen on the floor during my encounter with the shadow, and I picked it up. I dialed 911, told them what had happened, then left. The next morning half a dozen people were looking at drug charges in addition to underage drinking.
The guy that I found? He recovered. I think after that he didn’t go to any more parties. I don’t blame him. His blood alcohol content was .35, if I remember correctly. He should have been dead.
I didn’t go to many other parties, but for a different reason. My name had not been used in the paper, so my mom didn’t know. There was no pressure from her or anyone else, least of all the police, who chastised me but were happy that I did the right thing. No, it was the shadow that stopped me. I didn’t want to be in a place where everyone was drunk or coked out again, because if I was that shadow could return and probably kill me. I’m certain that it left because it thought others would find it. It was waiting for a time when I was alone.
Much better to stay home, in the safety of the dorms, with my two other roommates and the dozen others that were within earshot and sober. Much better to forget what had happened, chalk it up to stress or a laced drink, and go on with my life as I had before.
Thing is, it’s never that simple. I wasn’t able to forget about the monster, because that wasn’t the last time I saw it.
\*
My roommates were out, and I was by myself. That was the first mistake. Jason had gone to a D&D game. Richard had been invited to a party by one of the football players, somehow. He’s not athletic, not particularly impressive in any way, but he’s chill as hell. Everyone is his friend, which is probably how he got invited.
I wasn’t doing much. I was not alone, either. There were people on either side of my room, behind the walls, guys who were probably jerking off or playing video games. Me? I was reading a book. I know, not exactly what you would expect from someone my age. But I like reading. I especially like Stephen King (which may have been the wrong thing to read at that moment), and that’s what I was reading when I heard the noise.
I didn’t react to it. I figured someone was outside. We lived in suites, where four or five rooms shared a semi-private bathroom. It was a hell of a lot better than the bathrooms in other dorms, which were set up for entire floors. Here you could have some privacy.
The bathroom door closed. There was a loud grunt, then a plop. I sighed. It was probably Randolph. He takes the largest shits of anyone I have ever known. He can sit there for twenty minutes and keep dropping them. Usually we have to use the plunger or call maintenance when that happens. That night, though, would be different.
He gave out a yelp, and then I heard the door slam. I looked up. My door was partially closed, so I walked over to open it, and that’s when I saw him. He was slumped over on the toilet.
I ran over to him, ignored the penis in his hands, and checked for a pulse. He seemed fine. There were no wounds on him. He hadn’t moved, either, had obviously passed out on the seat. So how had the door been flung open?
I felt it again. The hand. It was on my arm this time. I would have let out a scream had it not clamped down. It felt like my bones were being grinded together. The pain was so immense that my vision flickered, and I could only whimper.
I was thrown back into my room. Somehow, I landed on my bed. Then I saw it. The monster was there, standing in the doorway. Perhaps demon is a better word. It was tall, maybe seven or eight feet, and it was completely black. I don’t mean black as in a black laptop or shirt or an xbox. This thing defied logic. It seemed to be so dark that light did nothing to illuminate it.
It had horns, antler-like but distinct in that they came from the side of its head and were not very long. The eyes were the worst. They were coal-black, with tinges of red where white should have been. And they were looking straight at me.
I did scream then. Someone said something in an adjacent room. The demon’s head whipped to the side unnaturally, like a kid whipping a pool noodle, and then it scrambled into the ceiling. Yeah, you read that right. It went into the ceiling, climbed up the walls like a drugged-up lizard and just phased through the tiles.
I didn’t move until the RA came over. He noticed Randolph first. Surprisingly, he did not make any snide remarks about Randolph’s dick. He called campus police before asking me what had happened. I told him. I asked if I would be in trouble. He said no way, because I obviously had not hurt Randolph. What had happened to him was a mystery.
Well, until the police arrived. They took him in, and I heard that he tested positive for MDMA. Ecstasy. I had not known him to be the druggie type. I mean, most college students experiment, but doing it in the dorm? It was asking for trouble. And Randolph was not stupid. He was a lot smarter than me, got a single B first semester and didn’t have to study as hard as most of us.
I wished he had been awake to see the demon. If he had been, of course, I suspect the demon would not have showed. It seemed to be fixated on me and me alone. It did not want to be seen by others. That was a comfort, I suppose, if not downright terrifying. There would be moments, I was sure, where I was forced to be alone. In the dorm or at a party or in a bathroom between classes… forgive me for the cliché, but the possibilities were endless.
So I told my roommates about what had happened. They didn’t get back until late that night, well after I had gone to sleep. I don’t know how I did. I guess I’m a heavy sleeper, is all. You kind of have to be if you want any rest in a dorm, at least one as rowdy as ours can get.
None of us had classes the next morning. Jason was skeptical, as he should have been. If he had told me about monsters and demons, I wouldn’t have believed him. Richard was more open to the idea, but he didn’t seem to care. He told me to chill out. I was too stressed, he said. Did I need to talk about what had happened last semester?
“It has nothing to do with that,” I snapped.
He raised his hands. “Hey, dude, don’t yell at me. I’m just trying to help.”
“Yeah,” I told him. “I know.”
“Then listen to me, man. You need to take a breather. When’s the last time you went to a party? Hey, you know what, I’ve got the perfect idea. I met this girl last night. Super hot and friendly. She’s your type. I think-“
“I’m not looking for a hookup,” I said flatly.
“What? You’re gonna turn down sex?”
I stared at him, and I think he finally got the message. He shut up.
“I have an idea,” Jason said. “What if we set up surveillance? I know a place where we can get hidden cameras. It’s not far from campus. I’ll get them after class Friday. If it doesn’t like being watched, like you say, then it shouldn’t bother you again.”
I knew Jason didn’t believe me. Still, the fact that he wanted to ease my nerves meant a lot. He’s not the most outgoing kind of guy. He’s a nerd, a chemistry student with a passion for chemistry and nothing else. He’s involved in academic extracurriculars only. I think he’s dated before, but I never learned the details. He doesn’t talk about girls. I only know that there’s this one girl in my English class, Jessica, who says he’s a creep.
We stuck to the plan. It wasn’t foolproof- I would find myself alone outside of the dorm eventually- but it was good enough. As it turned out, I would be by myself Saturday morning. Jason had a club meeting that for some reason had not been held during the week, and Richard was going on a date. He has unconventional good looks- long black hair, brown eyes, thin beard with just the right shape- and he’s smooth. Like, more smooth than should be humanly possible. He’s chill around us and chiller around girls, like he’s known them forever. They love that about him, how genuine he can be.
I begged one of them to stay. Jason told me, understandably, that he couldn’t miss the meeting. Richard was not about to ghost the girl he had been building a relationship with for the past month. Jason said I could always call for the RA or other guys in the dorm. I figured he was right. I also figured I didn’t want the demon to show up at all. Screw proving it to my roommates- I just wanted it to go away.
It didn’t appear until two hours after Jason left. Richard had already been gone for a while, had probably made his way back to the girl’s room. I heard it before I saw it. The demon made a slithering sound when it walked. I had not noticed before because it always appeared, never really moved across the room.
I looked up. You’d think seeing it two times before would make it less scary. You’d be wrong. Having a seven-foot, black-skinned behemoth with antlers and red eyes stand over you, it’s just too much. I screamed like a girl. I guess that time it didn’t get close enough to shut me up.
Its head darted toward the door, and for some reason I took my eyes off the thing. Jason was standing there with his backpack in his hand. His jaw had dropped so far open I thought he would shriek like one of those possessed people in horror movies. The demon skittered up the wall and through the ceiling.
We looked at each other for a while, neither of us speaking. He was still holding his backpack in one hand. I was halfway out of my chair, frozen, ready to spring up at the sight of another monster. Finally he dropped his backpack, and I fell into my seat.
“What the fuck was that?” Jason said. His words startled me. I almost never heard him swear.
“It’s what I told you about,” I said. Even as I spoke, Jason was climbing on the bed, reaching for one of the cameras, taking it down and hooking it up to his laptop. “Now you believe me?”
“I think I have to,” he said, laughing nervously. “Unless we’re both insane.”
He tinkered with his laptop for a while. When he started cursing, I walked over and asked what the problem was. He just pointed to the screen. I looked and saw the timestamp in the bottom left corner. Twenty minutes ago, about when he had walked in and saw the demon. The room was empty. Then I saw him appear in the doorway, flabbergasted, before climbing on the bed and taking down the camera. The footage ended there.
“It didn’t show up,” I said.
“We’re both crazy, after all,” he told me.
“No, we’re not. Think about it. Would a demon want to show itself? This is the first time someone else has seen it. If you hadn’t walked in when you did, I doubt you would have ever gotten your proof.”
He rubbed his chin. “You might be right.”
“You can’t tell me you think that was a hallucination. I told you about it earlier this week. How the hell do you explain seeing what I had already seen?”
“Yeah,” Jason sighed. “I just was hoping it wasn’t real.”
We talked about it for a while. He wanted to know exactly what had happened at the party. I wasn’t sure what good it would do, but I told him anyways. There was no harm in sharing. Besides, I wanted to tell someone. I had only mentioned the demon in vague details when I had first seen it. Telling the whole story, about how it had emerged from a shadow and almost suffocated me to death, that would have been a red flag for sure. Jason would have referred me to the counseling office.
We waited for Richard to get home. When he did, he was drunk on ecstasy or alcohol or both. I don’t mean the drug ecstasy, either. He was grinning stupidly, and I was sure he’d have some wild sex story to talk about. Before he could share, Jason started explaining rapidly what had happened, and he sobered up fast.
*
Richard hadn’t been skeptical from the start. Hearing Jason talk about the demon only made him more convinced. He wanted to summon it immediately and fight.
“We’ll be killed,” I told him.
“Nah,” he said. “I can call in some of my buddies. I think one of them, that football player that lives off campus? I think he has a gun.”
“Jesus, Rich,” Jason said. “You want to bring a gun into the dorm?”
He shrugged. “Would they blame us if we were hunting a demon?”
“Yes, they would,” I told him. “There are no guns allowed. Besides, the thing didn’t show up on camera.”
“Oh. Right.”
We hinged on a plan that admittedly had more flaws than a third-grade essay. Jason did some research. He had to go through the deep web, which I know nothing about, and he found some information. First, he determined that, from my description, the demon supposedly took away men’s fertility.
Had it killed my father?
I didn’t want to think about that. It hardly mattered what had happened, because the past would not change.
We didn’t really find anything on how to kill the demon. Jason had a few suggestions based on the show Supernatural, but I shot those down. I figured a fictional series would know nothing about real life. Unless those were real, he told me. I’d seen a little of the show myself, and I insisted that what I had seen was very different than a demon occupying a human host.
In the end, we had no idea what the hell we were doing. We just made a conglomeration of different precautions. Jason bought some salt, Richard brought a hunting knife (that, unlike a gun, might not get me expelled), I asked around and found out that most of my friends found me crazy. I understood. If one of them had come to me asking about demons, I would have acted the same.
Richard also asked some of his friends for help. Somehow, they believed him. I’m not sure if it’s because of Richard’s charisma or because he never lies or both. Whatever the case, he actually found someone who claimed to know a thing or two.
She was an old woman, and she met with Richard during the week. He came back and told us that the demon took the fertility of older men, then killed them. I asked why it was stalking me. He said they did not like leaving any descendants.
I think that’s when I realized: this thing had been hunting my dad. It seemed so obvious now. There are many, many people in the world that purposefully have one child. My parents, though? I knew immediately what had happened. This demon had stalked my dad. It had killed him, too, and now it, as Richard had said, wanted to finish the job.
That was when I stopped caring. I didn’t mind that what we were doing was crazy. I didn’t mind the possibility of a horrible death, because it was quite likely given our meager preparations. I was dead anyways, and that knowledge made me more confident in what we were doing, as strange as it may sound.
After my dad died, I was never angry. My mom was, for sure; she blamed the police for botching the investigation, when in fact there was absolutely no evidence for them to use. I had understood. My dad had been murdered, yes, but without a perpetrator I had not been able to direct any anger I might have felt.
Now it was different. I wanted to confront this demon and rip its eyes from its sockets. I wanted to send it back to Hell, or send it there for the first time if it had never visited, and let it suffer for all eternity. I couldn’t know if my dad was the only victim. He probably hadn’t been. Most of the time, the demon tended to pray on men that had no children.
I’m not sure how it made a mistake with me. I just knew that the mistake would be its last.
*
I was sitting on my bed, surrounded by salt, holding a knife and a bottle of holy water with Jason and Richard waiting down the hall. They had closed the door, and to make themselves inconspicuous they were pretending to work on homework. In reality, they were waiting for me to call for help, if I needed it. I suspected I would.
Richard had dug deeper into his network of friends. He had spoken to a mother of a friend of a friend who owned an antique shop. She apparently owned a ceremonial dagger from the Middle Ages. She allowed him to borrow it for a price, so long as he brought it back in good condition. I don’t think she knew what we were using it for.
I felt the demon before I saw it. The room grew cold. I don’t mean chilly, I mean cold, like those walk-in freezers. Jason likened it to a cold room he had used during research. I don’t know anything about those, but maybe the analogy is useful for someone else.
It still scared me. The tall black figure with its truncated antlers was so unnatural, I figured I would never get used to seeing it. When it appeared in front of me and reached out a hand- I noticed now that the hand was covered in dry, cracked, human skin- I wanted to scream. I didn’t. I reached out my knife and stabbed it in the arm.
It didn’t flinch. The hand kept moving and grasped my neck. I could feel the dry skin shed and fall down the front of my shirt. I wanted to gag. The roughness of the hand drew blood. Instead of freezing up, I managed to open my bottle of holy water and toss it.
That did something. The demon let out this whine that I can liken only to an electronic device. It backed up, and I tossed more water on its face. The skin started to melt. I thought I had succeeded, but then bone began to surface from beneath, forming what looked like a grinning animal skull that was gnashing its teeth.
I screamed then. Richard burst into the room and threw his knife. Somehow it landed in the demon’s chest. That’s what did it, I think. It screamed so loud I thought I’d lose my hearing. My ears rang, and Richard was saying something to me, but my attention was fixated on the center of the room. The demon had tripped over a particularly large pile of salt. It was melting, taking the floor with it, like we had dropped a bottle of acid. There was a hole next to my bed.
I ignored what he and Jason were saying. I kept my eyes on the floor, watching the hole widen. It stopped, and when I finally turned towards my roommates, an RA was staring at us through the open doorway, frozen in place, fixated on the same thing that I had been.
He must have also noticed the antlers next to the hole.
*
The official report said nothing. It could not determine what had happened in the room. The RA didn’t believe our story. No other explanations emerged, though. I was told that no acid could eat through the floor as quickly as the demon’s remains had. Thank God Jason still had cameras up, because they showed exactly what had happened, though without the demon it just showed a hole opening up in the carpet.
Richard lost the knife and had to fork over a whopping two thousand dollars. He told us it was a bargain. The item had been priceless, most likely, and the woman could have bankrupted him for losing it.
I haven’t been haunted by anything since that incident freshman year. I started going to parties again. Jason moved on, pretending that none of it had happened, but Richard had a fantastic story to share with people. Most didn’t believe him. Some egged him on. A choice few took what he said too seriously, offering him other demon-hunting supplies. He laughed them off, saying the problem had been dealt with, so they instead came to me and explained the seriousness of my situation. I shook them off, too. What was I supposed to do? Start stockpiling ceremonial weapons and holy water?
I never told my mom. She wouldn’t have believed me. She didn’t hear about what had happened in the room, either. The footage showed us doing nothing, only me staring at a bunch of salt as it started dissolving the floor. None of us got in trouble. They didn’t even care that I had a knife sticking out of the wall. I guess they were too preoccupied with the rest of the scene.
I wish I could give you some dramatic conclusion, a fight that lasted for hours or an epic chase. On second thought, I’m glad I can’t describe that, but the truth is that what happened was pretty simple. I tossed some water and Richard threw a knife. That was it. The whole thing took thirty seconds at most.
It seems that most things in life are anticlimactic. An exciting movie, a first date, graduation- once it’s over, you’re left with a certain emptiness, like whatever you just did shouldn’t have ended so quickly. They say time flies (I hate that cliché), but it doesn’t. What happens is we expect things to be greater than they really are. We imagine some grand outcome, beyond what reality can provide us, and it almost never goes that way.
I can’t know for sure that I will be safe for the rest of my life. I only know that I’ve gotten through college unscathed so far. If there is another encounter, it won’t end well, because I won’t be prepared this time. It will be different, surely, a more dangerous monster or just a surprise attack when I least expect it. I definitely won’t write another story about it, because I’ll probably be dead.
If you hear about some university kid that dropped dead of a heart attack or washed up in a river, it will probably be me.
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2020.09.25 10:23 m1a1r1i1j1a Super hidden sex

Hello everyone thanks for taking the time to read. Completely new to reddit so im sorry if this is in the wrong place/format. I am in a pretty confused and dark place atm and I need some help. I'm getting a therapist as soon as possible because Uni has started back but I cant function properly. So sorry if this is painfully long.
Okay ill be brief cos this is complicated and I'm experiencing so much guilt and shame.
My boyfriend broke up with me October 2019, I was distraught ofc, and unfortunately mainly dealing with it by drinking...(bad) but seemed to be handling it ok. He contacted me in December saying how much he missed me. We met, spent the weekend having a beautiful time but the following week it seemed that he didn't want to be in a relationship and just wanted to be close friends, (platonic). I was understandably very upset, desperate to see him but decided instead I would go see some friends (relatively new friends) and go have a dance and chill out.
I had been drinking a little at home before I left (only 1 I think) and I ate a little at my friends before going to the pub (not much and hadn't eaten properly all day). Anyway cut to the pub I keep buying straight whiskeys. A couple shots, and danced a lot. Everything was normal.
When we were leaving the pub, two of my friends (only ppl i was with at the time) wanted me to join them for one more. I kinda wanted to go home but caved and said sure. I was distracted from heartbreak. Whats one more? I was pretty wasted at this point. We went there. And their friend A was there. I had met him briefly before and got a bad vibe but this time round he seemed entertaining. I was very drunk. Sorta dancing wildly all over the place and to be perfectly honest, I remember very little. I do remember him getting close to me at one point and thinking "whoopee ew too close" and sorta turned away. But we were all having a big laugh, I tend to meet ppl brand new and put a lot of trust in them (huge lesson learned there).
I don't remember leaving the bar much (a vague flash like lots of ppl around and i was finding it difficult to focus) and I remember vaguely saying goodbye to my two friends (but like a flash memory and I do not recall A there) next thing I remember i am by some roundabout all the way across town. A is asking me why we are here (or something like that) and keeps asking for my address. I remember saying "no its fine I dont need a taxi i can walk home myself" and him getting increasingly annoyed (not aggressive or anything) showing me on his phone how far away my house was (so I must've given him my address at this point) anyway we get into a taxi (I remember pretty much nothing but being on two diff ends of the taxi car in silence) and getting out. He must've just walked into the house with me?? I remember feeling really really uncomfortable, and very very little. I was so drunk and so tired and in and out of memory. I dont remember falling over but I do remember finding it difficult to speak cos of slurred words... we mustve ended up in the spare room but it was where me and my bf used to sleep and I had packed it all up after the breakup and hidden everything to remember him by (tried NC and hiding everything for a clean break-i truly wanted to spend my entire life with this man so it was... grief). But there's these two blankets (without sheets) and I remember kinda picking them up and spreading it onto the floor.
Next thing I remember hes on top of me. And then nothing. And then me on top of him. And then nothing. I remember his prickly hair. Then I woke up and he was gone and my mum is asking me who the creepy guy sneaking out of out house was and at this point I had totally forgotten the whole thing. I was still so hammered and hungover so slept a little longer.
My mum made me get up and go to the shop to get a morning after pill. I am so grateful she was there to help me. Because I dont think I could have survived that day alone. I skipped work (which I never ever do). I mean, I had no plans to get pissed drunk that night (my complete mistake) but I had no intention of having a one night stand!!! I told my ex bf immediately and he went absolutely mental. Saying it was obvious we were going to get back together and I've ruined any chance of us being together again.
Its coming up to a year... im so depressed. My ex bf and I are friends now. I see that its complicated but we do get on very well. But... he doesnt believe me. The reason why he doesnt is because after this night I was STUPID and told him it was a part of me moving on. That it wouldn't have happened if we were still together, that I was trying to move on... in person I said i didnt want it but it just... happened... and I was out of control and so drunk. He said you can't blame drink. He hardly dragged you to my house? He then said to tell him if A assaulted me cos he'll beat him up (or something like that) that freaked me out so I just said I dont know and I cant remember well enough to know if it was consent or not. Then I said it was assault, and gets annoyed cos I'm changing my story and the guy seems so sweet and would never forcibly have sex with someone.
Jesus. This is so fucked. I want to turn back time so fucking badly it hurts.
I was assaulted when I was 15/16. Similar situ. I drank too much vodka, go to a disco, kiss this guy who puts his hand down my leggings. I say no multiple times but just give in. Depressed for years. Jokes in school. I feel like how I did then but worse... apparently everyone loved this guy and he was straight up comedian fun loving guy. I never told anyone but my cousin and ex bf.
Anyway...I let him into MY house. I didnt say no but I did make it clear that I didnt want a taxi and he just persisted. I felt too awkward to. I didnt say no WHY DIDNT I STOP IT I DONT UNDERSTAND. I had only had sex with 2 ppl in my entire life who I really cared about. (A good friend and my bf) so like... its NOT me. I feel my dignity and loyalty has been ripped from me.
How do you thank someone for getting you home safe but you don't want them coming into the house when you're so drunk you hardly know what's going on... im so naive.
I apparently told him it was my aunties house ? I was obviously fucked if I said that cos I lived with my aunt for uni
Okay im panicked babbling. I feel depressed, guilty, shameful.
I think I dont deserve this. I'd NEVER fucking cheat on someone. But my ex says I hurt him bad cos we had been intimate a week before. I get hes hurt and its hard to believe a woman who was two and fro with consent or not consent. I mean, for a while I thought I must have consented cos of how pissed I was, and thats no excuse really... even tho I've no memory of doing so AND I told him multiple times I DIDINT need a fucking taxi.
What gave him the impression he could come into my family home and use me like that. He didn't even call me after. I contacted him to let him know i didnt have his keys (why the fuck did I do that)and I was super nice to him and apologised for not remembering anything.
I didnt kiss him in the pub or anywhere else. Im so angry. Im so upset.
The worst part ? My friends that night say I didnt seem that drunk, and hes a lovely guy and would never do such a thing. I believe them ? I'm so confused. Please help me. I cant function at all (thankfully I can sleep properly for the last few months). I cry a lot. Im depressed. I hate myself. I loved my boyfriend, I hated that he left. I was trying to accept that. But I had NO intentions of even kissing anyone. Now everything is royally fucked up. Its nearly been a year and im so depressed and uni has started back but I cant function. Its my last year... the most important one.
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2020.09.25 06:08 Psycho697186 Super hidden sex

Albums The Menzingers - From Exile
Machine Gun Kelly - Tickets To My Downfall
Slick Shoes - Rotation & Frequency
We Set Signals - Ordo
Bob Mould - Blue Hearts
IDLES - Ultra Mono
Niiice. - internet friends
FigureItOut - Searching for More
ShitKid - 20/20 ShitKid
Attic Salt - Get Wise
Hangtime - Destroy!
The Casting Out - !!! (The Lost Album) (Deluxe Version)
Scumbag Millionaire - Poor and Infamous
The Lurkers - Sex Crazy
Jamie Lenman - King of Clubs
VIOLET NIGHTS - A N T I H E R O E S
Seth Bogart - Men on the Verge of Nothing
Desert Dogs - Showdown
Svalbard - When I Die, Will I Get Better?
Nasty - Menace
Wilmette - Wilmette (EP)
Mat Kerekes - Amber Park (EP)
SHADED - _001 (EP)
The Cardboard Swords - Me / You (EP)
Goalkeeper - Life in Slow Motion (EP)
BRAINCOATS - Fun Sad Songs (EP)
Gladie - Thank You Card (EP)
Guardrail - Yikes (EP)
Keepitinside - i'm trying (EP)
Singles Mayday Parade - Lighten Up Kid
Billie Joe Armstrong - You Can't Put Your Arms Round a Memory (Johnny Thunders Cover)
Waterparks - Lowkey As Hell
Manchester Orchestra - The Maze (Acoustic)
You Me At Six - Beautiful Way
The Sonder Bombs - What Are Friends For?
field medic - i will not mourn who i was that has gone away
Dave Hause (feat. Brian Fallon) - Long Ride Home
Red City Radio - Baby of the Year
Dear Youth - Gold Mines
Driveways - Are You Afraid of the Dark?
Souvenirs - Be Sweet
Northcote - Freedom
I Love Your Lifestyle - Shilly-Shally
Our Last Night - Bronze Serpent
We Are The Union - Your Way, Your Time
Southbound - Sandalwood
Everyone Dies In Utah - Hit or Miss (New Found Glory Cover)
Up from Here - Afterthought
The Young Hearts - Old Familiar
5606 - Cali Girls
PAPERWEIGHT - Paper Anchors
H_ngm_n - Ghost (Acoustic Version)
Sarchasm - Green Hornet
Headstrong - Wishing Well
Subcon - Heaven's Sake
Jean Dawson - Starface*
Sink In - Fed Up
Metz - Blind Youth Industrial Park
Plans - Do You Feel Anything
Castlecomer - Runaway
Petrov - Outlier
Makari - Let Go
Goffie (feat. No Dice) - Glass House
Shrezzers - Phoenix
TV Priest - Slideshow
Bike Thiefs - You're Allowed Your Feelings
Bite Me Bambi - I Don't Wanna Be
Lesibu Grand - We Fucking Suck
The Lungs - Hidden Hand
Signals - Kirkhaven
Like A Motorcycle - Sick Children
Lost For Life - Come Around
Two and a Half Girl - Drowned and Drained
The Oozes - I Still Adore You
Royal Blood - Trouble's Coming
Catch My Story (feat. LANDMVRKS) - Nothing Lasts Forever
The Bunny The Bear - At the Top
DEAR-GOD - Lovin' It
King Mothership (feat. Plini) - I Stand Alone
Devil in the Details - Insecure
Intervals - 5-HTP
Other Deftones - Ohms (Album)
Fleet Foxes - Shore (Album)
Prince - Sign O' The Times (Super Deluxe) (Album)
The Neighbourhood - Chip Chrome & The Mono-Tones (Album)
Joji - Nectar (Album)
Sufjan Stevens - The Ascension (Album)
Cayucas - Blue Summer (Album)
Will Butler - Generations (Album)
Sad13 - Haunted Painting (Album)
Tim Heidecker - Fear Of Death (Album)
Lydia Loveless - Daughter (Album)
Sylvan Esso - Free Love (Album)
Bendrix Littleton - Deep Dark South (Album)
Godford - Non Binary Place (Album)
Jadu Heart - Hyper Romance (Album)
Yves Jarvis - Sundry Rock Song Stock (Album)
Thurston Moore - By The Fire (Album)
The War and Treaty - Hearts Town (Album)
Public Enemy - What You Gonna Do When The Grid Goes Down? (Album)
Action Bronson - Only For Dolphins (Album)
Judah & the Lion - Judah & the Lion (Unplugged) (EP)
Bruce Springsteen - Ghosts (Single)
The Smashing Pumpkins - Confessions Of A Dopamine Addict / Wrath (Singles)
The Shins - The Great Divide (Single)
Tame Impala - Borderline (Blood Orange Remix) (Single)
Matt Maeson (feat. Lana Del Rey) - Hallucinogenics (Single)
The Mowgli's - More Love / Bottle & Can Man (Singles)
Yo La Tengo - Bleeding (Single)
ZAYN - Better (Single)
Ashton Irwin - Skinny Skinny (Single)
Jenny Owen Youngs - Dreaming on the Bus (Ra Ra Riot Remix) (Single)
Tune-Yards - nowhere, man (Single)
BLACKSTARKIDS - FRANKIE MUNIZ (Single)
Shamir - Other Side (Single)
Krathel (feat. Andrés) - Like We Used To (Single)
clipping. (feat. Cam & China) - '96 Neve Campbell (Single)
Indii G. - Secrets (Single)
Brass Against - Take the Power Back (Single)
Ólafur Arnalds - Woven Song (Single)
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2020.09.24 16:10 Boop108 Super hidden sex

This article is illustrated with numerous film stills. If you would like to see the illustrated version click here.
https://medium.com/@36toesproductions/gy%C3%B6rgy-p%C3%A1lfis-taxadermia-181a1f574dc8?sk=6104aa1afa93f3e7ac4c6c0c5ac22fb1
After you recover from the shock of the opening scene you realize you will need to recalibrate your surrealism scale if you are going to get through György Pálfi’s Taxadermia. This isn’t going to just be weird or dreamlike, watching this film is going to take some fortitude, otherwise, how would you account for an opening scene where a man in a grimy, little shack, masturbates until, with a triumphant yell, he shoots a plume of fire out his penis.
Taxidermia is both beautiful and nauseating. It's a film of extremes that swings wildly in many directions. The camera reflects this in its movements. Suddenly the camera will start traveling in the most improbable, or even impossible directions. It passes through walls or under people, spinning in an impossible space. Its as though the screen we are watching is falling victim to the surrealism it is depicting.
There is a mind-bending scene where the floor of a room becomes something like a panel in a revolving door. It spins, and each time it flips over there is something new on the other side. We watch the changing sets and lose our orientation which turns the movie itself into a surreal object.
Pálfi made Taxidermia in 2006 in Hungary. I am sure that there is an entire layer of this film that I do not fully understand due to my limited knowledge of Hungarian history and politics. However, the film reaches much further than just a political allegory or parody. The primary engine of the film is the human body. Not just the shape of our physique but the blood, shit, vomit, semen, sweat, guts, and viscera of our existence. There’s sex and death and competitive eating.
The film centers around three men, each the son of the former. The first is Morosgovanyi, a libidinal, Caliban-like, perpetual masturbator. He’s the one whose penis shoots fire. He will hump anything, a hole in the wall, a pile of butchered pig parts, anywhere his member will fit. There are no cutaways or carefully cropped frames we see his penis plunge in and out of a hole in a shed until a rooster comes along and pecks it. A cock attacked by a cock.
When he is frantically humping the pig parts he fantasizes that it is an enormous corpulent woman screaming obscene instructions and encouragement. The editing flashes between the pig flesh, human flesh, butchery, fornication, masturbation, and close-ups of things that might be any of the above until you’re nauseous, confused, and ready to pass out.
Psychologist Harry Stack Sullivan once wrote about the boundaries we erect to differentiate between what he termed “the me” and the “not me.” Sullivan posed a simple experiment. Spit into a glass. Pause a moment, and then drink it back down. Many would recoil at the idea but Sullivan asks us to consider how arbitrary our reaction is. When the saliva is in your mouth it doesn’t bother you, but just a second later it is repulsive.
In Taxidermia, we are faced with all of our mortal productions. It's up to us to gauge our reactions. I giant mass of innards is both a repulsive horror, but as it steams in the cold it is also fascinating and even beautiful.
The U.S. Military has a division that weaponizes horrible smells. In their research, they found that the key to a truly intolerable stink is that it must have pleasant and attractive elements. It’s as if it has to be a bait and switch. You need to be intrigued or aroused before the hammer comes down.
Surrealist Merit Oppenhiem’s Fur-lined Teacup from 1936 plays with this dynamic as well. It is discordant and uncomfortable but it is also sexy and evocative. Similarly, in Taxedermia, there is a scene where two people are huddled outside in the snow. We watch their interaction, but it isn’t until halfway through the scene that we notice that the snowflakes falling around them are little white feathers. The accumulation on the ground, on their coats, and in their hair isn’t the pure white crystals we thought they were, they are something corporal and dirty.
Morosgovanyi’s son is Kalman an enormous hulk of a man born with a pigtail that we watch Morosgovanyi cut off in close-up while the baby Kalman wails. Morosgovanyi’s world was that of the peasants. A farm filled with mud and shit. Morosgovanyi’s son inhabits a bourgeois world of Soviet-style progress. To emphasize the irony of Soviet culture Kalman is a competitive eater. A communist country obsessed with production and efficiency stages a grotesque display of conspicuous consumption. We are treated to several scenes of Kalman methodically gorging himself as well as expelling such copious amounts of vomit that even Monty Pythons Mr. Creosote would cringe. The competitions are conducted with Soviet Flags and dancing girls. It's like some psychotic pageant. They eat giant gelatinous blocks of horse sausage or gallons of caviar out of a red trough-shaped like a Soviet star.
Kalman gets married and has a son, Balatony. When Balatony grows up he becomes a taxidermist. Just in case there is some bit of bloody, fatty, goo that Pálfi missed in the first two-thirds of the film, he manages to cover all his morbid bases in this last third. Even so, there is still a kind of poetic beauty in the madness. We watch Balatony prepare an orangutan for stuffing. It's disgusting and brutal but also compelling. Instead of flashing us a shockingly gory moment and leaving us to imagine the rest, the camera watches intently as Balatony separates the skin from the fat and facia. It gives us time to get used to what we are seeing and examine it.
Balatony is a very creepy and completely miserable man. When he is not stuffing animal carcasses he must administer to his aging father’s needs. Kalman has grown so fat he can no longer move. The relationship between the two men and what transpires in the last third of the film is truly jarring and bizarre. Some things are better off left to the viewer to discover on their own, but the father being immobilized by excessive consumption, and the son being enslaved to an ungrateful beast who longs only for its past glory sets up abundant metaphors about capitalism, communism, and the masses of people caught in-between.
Taxidermia uses the human body as its arena. It is the vehicle for discussing our motivations, our excesses, our attempts at control, our relationship to society, and the state. In his book Discipline and Punish, Foucault tracks the changing relationship between the body and the state. A relationship that begins as corporal, where punishment is meted out physically on the body, but changes to something more insidious where the state targets our minds instead of our bodies.
Public hangings and floggings made obvious the power dynamic of the state and its ability to control behavior through force. Foucault compares this to the modern age and the rise of the surveillance state where the power dynamic between the individual and the state is hidden by an internalized coercion. By imagining the eyes of our neighbors and coworkers upon us, by raising the specter of Big Brother the blunt violence of the past is replaced with the more insidious hegemony of a state-sponsored super-ego that sounds like our own voice.
Taxidermia depicts this dynamic but reminds us that the mind can not be separated from the body. The brain is an organ like any other. No matter how abstract our thoughts may be we are still bound by our material existence. Our body is what anchors us to reality like a boat with its anchor down and its engines spinning. We aspire to become many things but we are always still flesh and blood and vomit, and semen, and sweat, and urine, and tears, and all the other things we produce and either accept or reject.
Marx focused on humans as producers of objects. He wrote about factories and the means of production but our bodies are already in a constant state of production and consumption. All life must destroy life in order to maintain itself and through that destruction turn the life consumed into waste. Life eats life and shits out waste which is then eaten by other life.
To make life more palatable we try not to think in these terms. We essentially hide the truth away and sniff fine wine seeking out the notes of oak or pear instead of slurping down the rotten juice of dead grapes in order to feel the queasy joy brought on by having ingested poison. So too the state prefers its own illusions of humanity and egalitarian justice and masks its poison in rarefied ideals.
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2020.09.22 22:03 normancrane Super hidden sex

Chapter 1 <-- You are here.
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
I’m a nervous person. I took up smoking to stop biting my nails. It didn’t work, and now I have two bad habits. Usually I don’t even have a reason for the biting, I just get anxious and chewing off bits of myself calms me down. It’s vaguely cannibalistic. My wife hates it. She used to check my hands before bed and then refuse to have sex with me if I didn’t pass the inspection. I can live without sex, but not without biting my nails or smoking. She thinks I cheated on her. She also thinks I’m a coward, but in her defence she has no idea that I saved her life. Right now she’s asleep because it’s three in the morning, and I’m out on the balcony having a cigarette and trying to figure out the best way to confess to a crime. The thing that keeps distracting me is the moon. It’s as yellow as my dentist says my teeth are going to be if I don’t stop with the cigarettes. Frankly I think drinking coffee is worse for discolourations than smoking, but whatever. My thesis sponsor says I pepper my casual writing with slang to balance the rigidity of my academic prose. She calls it my “learned” prose. I call it my thecal style.
Anyway, I’m getting off topic. I was describing the yellowness of the moon. Tom Waits has a good line about it being the colour of a coffee stain, and that’s about right. The night’s bright as far as nights go but that moon keeps staring at me like a jaundiced eyeball. I should have had a drink before coming out here. I’d go in and get one but I’m afraid I’ll wake my wife, and she’ll blink and her hair will look like a leafless winter tree surrounding a Grumpy Cat face. That’s a proper noun, Grumpy Cat. It has its own Wikipedia page, like Napoleon and Georg Hegel. The article starts: “Tardar Sauce (April 4, 2012 – May 14, 2019), nicknamed Grumpy Cat, was an American Internet celebrity cat. She was known for her permanently 'grumpy' facial appearance, which was caused by an underbite and feline dwarfism.” Keep that in mind when you read my confession because it’s a crazy fucking world we live in.
My thesis sponsor says I never make sufficiently elegant segues. She says my paragraphs are too long and that my conclusions come at the reader out of nowhere like argumental hyenas. I’m surrounded by difficult women. I’m reconsidering my confession, but that moon keeps reflecting its piss coloured light at me and I’m sick of just writing my thesis, sentence by footnoted sentence. Theses. It even sounds vile. If any of my neighbours are watching they probably think I’m ridiculous sitting out here in my boxers and bathrobe, smoking cigarette after cigarette and typing on a laptop, but in my defence it’s the twenty-first century and this is how twenty-first century murderers let it all out. I used to think it ridiculous that anyone could say the moon is made of cheese, but now I kind of get it. I’m hungry and I have a heavy heart. Two days ago I overpowered a level twenty-six dwarf, stabbed it in the neck, beat it with a shovel and sliced open its throat before transferring what remained of its body to a 3.5” diskette that Wayne and I secretly uploaded to a computer in the library.
Wayne’s my best friend and accomplice. He owns a little computer repair shop in town that I spend time in whenever my wife gets her Grumpy Cat face, and that’s where I’ll start my confession.
It was a Monday afternoon and some guy came in with an old IBM Thinkpad that he’d bought off Ebay and that he wanted Wayne to fix. “What’s the problem?” Wayne asked.
“BIOS doesn’t work,” the guy said.
Wayne booted the laptop and the BIOS was password protected. “What’s the password?”
“How should I know? That’s why I came here,” the guy said.
“What am I supposed to do?” Wayne asked.
“Hack that shit.”
Wayne traded him a newer, shittier used Dell for it and the guy signed a contract and walked out happy.
I asked Wayne what he was going to do with the Thinkpad.
“Sell it,” he said. “To someone who doesn’t know what a BIOS is, for more than I paid for that Dell.”
Wayne could do that, make money while making two people happy. I didn’t have that kind of business sense. My wife said it was because nobody took me seriously the way they took Wayne seriously. I asked her why. She said it was because Wayne had dark, curly hair whereas I had blonde hair that was so thick and straight it made me look boyish and perpetually out of date. “Would you want to be with a guy like Wayne instead of a guy like me?” I asked. “If I could be with a guy like Wayne I never would have married you,” she said.
“Hey, Wayne,” I called out. He was sorting invoices and I was sitting behind a table in the far corner of the store, working on my thesis. He turned around holding a bunch of papers. “Have you ever slept with Annie?”
“No, man.”
“But would you?”
“I might,” he said. “Are you offering?”
I said I wasn’t. He went back to sorting invoices.
My laptop screen flickered.
Wayne started humming the main theme from Super Mario Bros.
My laptop died.
“Hey, Wayne,” I said. “How much do you want for that Thinkpad?”
He read an invoice. “One hundred sixty.”
“I know what a BIOS is,” I said.
“Is yours dead?”
“Yeah.”
He took the Thinkpad off the counter, walked over to the table I was sitting behind and set the Thinkpad down. “On the house, buddy.”
I picked up my dead laptop. “At least take mine for parts.”
“It’s cool. I did sleep with Annie once. It was before you got married but it’s still probably worth a Thinkpad,” he said.
Wayne’s a pretty good guy and I didn’t care about the BIOS. I just wanted something with metal hinges that I could write on. I didn’t even need a hard drive because I ran Puppy Linux off a USB stick and saved all my files to Dropbox. My thesis sponsor didn’t think that was possible. When I plugged my USB stick into her desktop’s USB port and booted entirely into her RAM, she said, “Why did you make my Windows lose its pleasant appearance?”
I never should have booted that Thinkpad.
It had a USB port but the boot order was apparently hard drive first, so I booted into Windows XP and explored the file structure for a while because it was a form of procrastination that didn’t weigh on my conscience. There wasn’t much installed.
“You should wipe the drive before you do anything,” Wayne said.
I went down the list of directories in Windows Explorer. It looked pretty much like a fresh install. Other than the operating system, the laptop also had an old version of Office and an anti-virus suite installed. I changed the views options in Explorer to what I liked: detailed view and show hidden files checked on. “By the way, what are the specs on that thing?” Wayne asked.
“Hang on,” I said. Something had caught my eye. There was a hidden directory in root filled with text documents numbered from one to sixty-four. I opened the first. It held a single character. e. I opened the next. 8. I opened a few more at random and the contents of those were single characters, too. “Wayne,” I said.
“Yo?”
“There’s a hidden folder in C: and it has sixty-four text files with a number or letter in each.”
Wayne put down his invoices. “Exactly sixty-four?”
“Yeah,” I said. I noticed something else. “And it’s strange, because the creation dates of the files are all exactly two months apart.”
“That’s like a span of ten years.”
Nothing else on the hard drive caught my eye.
“It could be the BIOS password,” Wayne said. “Those get up to sixty-four characters long.” He scratched his chin. “But before you check that, do a search for jpegs. Sometimes people leave naked pics of their wives and girlfriends sitting around.”
“There’s plenty of those online.”
“But those are public, buddy. These would be private, known by only a few people and us.”
There weren’t any photos.
I took out my phone, opened a fresh document and typed in the characters from the numbered files on the Thinkpad hard drive. Then I rebooted and pressed the key to get into the BIOS. A password prompt came up. I entered the sixty-four characters staring at me from my phone screen and hit Enter. Bingo. Wayne was waiting for a response. “We’re in,” I said.
Except we weren’t in.
The screen had become a black command prompt. “Wait, I think the BIOS is broken,” I said.
Wayne came over to take a look.
He hit a button.

Welcome, adventurer. What is your name? 
“The fuck?”
Wayne hit another key.
Error. Name cannot be blank. Welcome, adventurer. What is your name? 
“It looks like some kind of role-playing game,” I said, stating the obvious.
“Reboot again,” Wayne said.
I did. The text disappeared, the hard drive whirred, and when the Thinkpad returned to life it booted straight to the same command prompt and the same line of text without even asking for the password.
“Does it boot off a USB?” Wayne asked.
“It didn’t before,” I said. But I tried it anyway. No luck. The screen turned off, turned on and then we were back at:
Welcome, adventurer. What is your name? 
We tried booting off a CD.
Welcome, adventurer. What is your name? 
“Well, that’s a useless piece of junk,” Wayne said.
So much for writing my thesis.
“Have you ever seen anything like this before?” I asked.
“Never, bud.”
“What do you think it is?”
“I don’t know. But keeping in mind I’m not a technician, just a guy who sells used computers and sometimes installs Skype and Acrobat Reader for people who type with one finger, I’d say the thing’s been set to boot off a device with some sort of game on it.”
“You mean we set it to that,” I said. “Because it booted from the hard drive before.”
“By typing in the password?”
“I guess.”
“Then either we changed the boot order without knowing it or this is the BIOS,” Wayne said. “Type something in. See what happens.”
I dangled my fingers over the keyboard, trying to think of a good name for an adventurer.
Wayne cleared his throat.
I typed in John, and quickly followed with Grousewater.
John Grousewater, an envoy from his excellency, Prince Verbamor of the Principality of Xynk, has arrived at the door of your remote stone hut. The envoy tells you that the Prince requests an immediate audience with you. Do you accept? yes 
The screen flashed white, then beeped a midi theme and displayed a white-on-black title screen baring the words “Xynk: An Interactive Quest”. Below were the names of its two developers, Tim Birch and Olaf Brandywine. I hit a key. A pixelated horse began to inch its way across a pixelated mountainous landscape.
The Principality of Xynk is on the other side of the world. Your journey was long and treacherous. 
“How old is this?” Wayne asked.
The screen flashed and a bolt of lightning appeared above the mountains.
But finally you made it. 
“No idea,” I said.
The landscape disappeared, replaced by the command prompt.
After paying for two nights of lodgings at THE YAWNING MASK, you pat your trusty horse, NIGEL, and make your way on foot to the massive structure that looms over the entirety of the city-state of Xynk, the famous CASTLE MOTHMOUTH. [OB: almost done intro description, will add soon] “I have summoned you, John Grousewater, because your exploits are known throughout the land. As you see, Xynk is in grave danger and needs your help. The enemy is already within. Only a reversal of the spell using the very same AMULET OF VERMILLION will thwart the evil plans of the HOODED RAT BROTHERHOOD and save us. Only you possess the ability to locate the amulet somewhere in Xynk and prepare the ingredients necessary to cast the reversal. John Grousewater, the reward for success will be great. Do you accept the mission?” 
I read through the text twice before realizing that Wayne was looking at me. “Well, do you accept?”
yes Xynk: An Interactive Quest is a text adventure game. It is recommended that before you begin, you read the HELP FILE. To do so now or at any time, type: READ HELP. 
I typed READ HELP.
This is placeholder text [TB: We need a help file asap] 
Wayne pulled up a chair and sat down beside me. “That wasn’t very helpful. You ever played one of these before?”
“I think I know the basics,” I said.
ROOM IN THE YAWNING MASK You are in your room in the Yawning Mask. It’s bare and empty, which suits an adventurer like you just fine. In the room, you see a TABLE and a WINDOW. The only DOOR leads WEST into the HALL. 
“So do your stuff, hot shot. Let’s see what this baby’s all about.”
examine table It’s a wooden table. It’s empty. examine window You walk to the window and look out. A cheap view for a cheap room. You see the ALLEY behind The Yawning Mask. Directly below the window, NIGEL and several other horses are eating feed from a trough. 
Bells dinged as a woman walked into the store. Wayne turned his chair to face her. It made an awful scraping sound. “May I help you?”
“My computer’s broken,” she said.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“I can’t Skype.”
“Is Skype installed?” Wayne asked.
“I don’t really know how to check that,” she said. “It worked yesterday.” Wayne patted me on the shoulder and got up to work his magic at the front counter.
I vaguely heard them talking as I refocused on Xynk.
talk to Nigel Nigel stops drinking for a moment and looks up. He’s the best horse you’ve ever had, and you hope he thinks the same about you. talk to Nigel about Xynk Nigel neighs. 
I’d played Zork once or twice online, so I had a grip on how these games worked. Usually, half the trouble was getting the game to understand what you wanted to do. Half the tedium was reading the same messages over and over again. To remind myself, I typed:
examine room ROOM IN THE YAWNING MASK You are in your room in the Yawning Mask. It’s bare and empty, which suits an adventurer like you just fine. In the room, you see a TABLE and a WINDOW. Someone has slid a NOTE under the door. The only DOOR leads WEST into the HALL. 
A note? I scrolled up to see if that had been in the first description of the room. It hadn’t.
examine note There is no such object. “Go to EAST STORE ROOM in CASTLE MOTHMOUTH” 
That was odd. I tried examining the note again and got the same result, an error message followed by a line of output. So I tried examining a few made-up objects that the game had never mentioned, like a “lantern”.
There is no such object “Go to EAST STORE ROOM in CASTLE MOTHMOUTH” 
And:
examine ipod There is no such object “Go to EAST STORE ROOM in CASTLE MOTHMOUTH” move W YAWNING MASK HALL You are standing in the hall. Your ROOM is to the EAST. A staircase leads DOWN. 
I went down, and navigated my way out of The Yawning Mask after noting on my phone that the Innkeeper seemed like he could be a font of information about Xynk. I’d talk to him later. Now, I made my way through the city toward Castle Mothmouth. I stopped hearing Wayne discuss how to add and remove software in Windows 7 and started hearing the din of Xynk amidst the clicking of the Thinkpad keys. I passed The Pierced Snout Tavern and The Local Alchemist, peeked into The Library, and noted the names of all the various neighbourhoods that the command prompt threw at me. Although some of the descriptions in the game were unfinished, most were sparsely vivid and the world itself was detailed and huge. Xynk was a living and breathing place, at least as real as a text-based San Andreas.
At some point, Wayne scraped his chair and sat beside me again. “How’s the adventure going, Grousewater?” he asked.
“I’m following what the note said and going to Castle Mothmouth.”
“Or you could work on your thesis.”
I smirked. “Thanks, Annie.”
Then I remembered that Wayne had slept with her before I ever had, and the thought made me jealous.
“Seriously, buddy. I’m all about wasting time playing video games, but the ones I play usually have graphics and guns, and don’t you have a meeting with your whatever-her-name is at the university in like two days?”
I did. I sighed.
save Command unknown. Type HELP FILE for help. save game Command unknown. Type HELP FILE for help. 
“Fuck.”
Wayne picked up my phone and read the notes I’d made. “What’s the matter? Did you get shivved by a homeless dude in”—He squinted.—”Vagrant’s Quarter?”
“I don’t know how to save,” I said.
Wayne grabbed the Thinkpad’s power cord and yanked it out of the socket. The Thinkpad shut off. “The bad thing about buying used laptops,” Wayne said, “is that usually their batteries don’t work.”
I was about to reply in a witty fashion when my phone rang—
Wayne tossed it to me.
It was Annie. I accepted the connection. “Hello, honey bun,” I said. “What’s up?”
“Where the hell are you?”
“I’m…” Wayne pointed with his chin at a clock on the wall. “Shit,” I said into the phone. I’d been at Wayne’s for over three hours. How long had I been playing Xynk? It didn’t seem anywhere near that long. My wife launched into an accusatory reminder that I was supposed to pick up a bag of potatoes on the way home and that I was supposed to be home by five, and that it was now almost six, and that the turkey was going to be too dry, and I moved the phone away from my ear and shrugged my shoulders at Wayne despite knowing that my wife was right. “Wherever you are, just get the potatoes and get home now,” she said, and ended the call. It had long ago stopped being a blow to my ego that my wife never suspected me of having an affair.
“I’ve gotta run,” I said to Wayne. I put my phone in my pocket, closed and picked up the Thinkpad, and rolled up and picked up its power cord.
Wayne crossed his arms.
“You should leave that piece of junk here,” he said.
I waved and was out the door.
I bought the potatoes at the nearest grocery store, paying nearly double what I should have because the store catered to the upper middle-class with ceramic tiles and good lighting unlike the immigrant-focused Food Basics I usually shopped at.
I called my wife to tell her the potatoes were on their way, but she didn’t answer. Maybe she was having an affair.
I also kept thinking about the note by the door in John Grousewater’s room in The Yawning Mask. What could possibly be in Castle Mothmouth’s east storage room, and who’d delivered the glitchy message? I’d have to try to talk to the Innkeeper about it. Maybe he saw someone come in.
I pulled into my driveway, put the laptop under my arm, grabbed the bag of potatoes with my hand and went in through the garage. Annie was waiting in the kitchen, playing a match-three fruit game on her tablet. “Nice of you to finally make it,” she said.
I apologized, saying I’d lost track of time working on my thesis.
“At least I don’t have to worry about you having an affair,” she said as she was getting the turkey out of the oven.
It was dry.
After dinner we drank coffee together. I watched her swipe her finger to match bananas, kiwi and watermelons. What if the note is a trap? I thought. It could be from the Hooded Rat Brotherhood. Then again, was the Hooded Rat Brotherhood actually evil? They had a name that sounded evil, but Prince Verbamor seemed shady too. I understood his need to bring in an outsider to solve the quest because the Hooded Rat Brotherhood had infiltrated Xynk’s own police force and Verbamor didn’t know who to trust, but I also remembered an old British horror movie about an outsider who comes to an island to investigate a crime and ends up burned alive in a giant wicker man as part of an elaborate pagan ceremony.
When Annie stopped talking between levels of her mobile game, I got the bright idea to search for Xynk online.
Google search brought up 273,000 matches but none about the Xynk I was looking for. Google Books didn’t yield any fruit either. Although that wasn’t entirely surprising—after all, the game was old and clearly unfinished—there was something inexplicably creepy about anything that existed in the real world without leaving a trace of its existence on the internet. I decided to try Googling the names of the two developers instead.
They did exist.
Keep reading!
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2020.09.22 15:47 gritlikegritty Discovered this sub a week ago...kinda feel like some things clicked, kinda feel crippling anxiety?

Hi everyone - sorry for another one of these posts but I'm absolutely spiraling and hoping typing this all out will help me work through my thoughts...
Came across this sub totally randomly about a week ago (genuinely don't even remember how) and read some posts out of curiosity...but that curiosity blossomed into much more when I realized I have felt a lot of what people were talking about. Then I read the master doc. Then I sat in stunned silence for a few hours trying to work through my entire life in my head. I've done it ALL, but I'm also having such a hard time believing comphet has kept the fact that I'm quite possibly gay hidden from my consciousness for 29 freakin' years?
It's undeniable that I tick a TON of the "repressed unaware lesbian" boxes...

The list goes on and on frankly....but I'm having SUCH a hard time wrapping my mind around this? Like, I'm a serial dater! I've had several relationships with dudes and never had the thought "hmm maybe dudes are the problem" hell I've even tried exploring the idea that I may be a lesbian in the past but I just couldn't (and still can't) picture it? I live in one of the best LGBTQ cities in the US, have plenty of gay friends, was even in a gay kickball league once...I just don't understand how this never clicked for me then I stumble upon a subreddit and suddenly it's all I can think about?
I don't know what I'm asking for here...maybe similar experiences? Maybe ways to wade through the mountain of confusion I'm climbing? Really anything. Sorry this was so long I was not expecting to rant this much lol
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