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If you’ve lived with a drug addict or alcoholic, you know that addiction doesn’t just affect the addict – it affects friends and family as well. The same goes for recovery. Because recovery is a lifelong process, your loved one won’t be “cured” once he or she comes back from treatment. Recovering from an addiction is a lifelong process because staying sober takes commitment and determination. It helps recovering addicts to have support from their loved ones, so it’s essential that people encourage recovering addicts by motivating them to continue living a substance-free life. Of course, you should say sorry for the way you’ve acted. Tell them about your current progress in recovery. They might doubt your decision to lead a sober life. And the only way to rebuild good relationships is to actually stay away from drugs and be patient. Reconsidering your circle of friends Because recovery is a lifelong process, recovering addicts are in a perpetual state of self-improvement. Despite having a thorny past, recovering addicts can be some of the healthiest, most put ... Leah Grey runs a faith-based online ministry for women with loved ones who struggle with drug and alcohol addiction.She challenges popular beliefs about addiction and encourages women to support their loved ones’ recovery, without abandoning them, by creating healthy boundaries.In March 2016, she launched her website, leahgrey.com and community for women in crisis, “Live, Love, Hope”. Dear Alice, I want to thank you and Columbia for this wonderful service! I have been browsing your archives for some help, here is the situation: I want to know what I can do to support my significant other when he is released from Drug Rehabilitation. Please help me! Sincerely, Keeping Clean After Rehab It’s possible to re-establish trust after it has been broken, but it takes a long time. A recovering addict should expect to have to come clean about everything they have been holding back from their spouse or partner as a starting point. From there, the spouse or partner will be the one to set some ground rules about gaining trust back. Parents My biggest hurdle is that I have NO WHERE to turn. I have no friends or family that will take me in if I leave him. I recently relocated to a different city with him so he could be closer to his old friends and family. To do this I had to quit my job and spent the last 3 months unemployed. As a result I not only have no money, but I am in over ... Neurotin is a medication that would help with either A. withdrawal B. Sleep after a coke binge C. Added sedative effect with alprazolam D. Help sleep if opiates are keeping him awake I am an addict. But I has gotten a handle on things, dropped his old friends, deleted phone numbers, and sought help professionally. He should be communicating with his sponsor and accountability partners throughout the week. 3. He is “working the program.” This means he is actively working the steps with his sponsor. He should be willing to share with you, in general terms, what step he is on and how it is going. Twelve-steppers like to say, “Come early and stay late.”

2020.09.28 12:10 ThrowRAHerbalRedFlag Please Help, My Recovering Addict BF(24) Fell Back Into His Old Habits And I(24) Don't Know If I Should Stay Becasue He Fell Back On Them Because He Is Depressed And Maybe Just Made A Mistake Or If I Should Leave Him Because It's A Line I Said I Wouldn't Stay If He Crossed. What Should I Do?

Please help me I really don't know what to do here, I feel like my whole world is crumbling! My boyfriend and I have been together almost 6 years now and we are even making actual wedding plans in two years (no official proposal so the title BF/GF work for us). But now I don't know if I should stay.
TL;DR Boyfriend fought addiction but after a series of deaths and illnesses became so depressed he took an opportunity to get high behind my back and then when confronted he tried to hide it. It's a line I said couldn't be crossed but I'm not sure if the circumstances change that.
We have know each other for almost 14 years now, and I knew he struggled with addiction on a variety of substances before we started dating. I thought all of that was in the past when we started dating because I'd expressed my concerns about being in a relationship with people who abused alcohol, drugs, or smoked cigarettes' as I'm a severe asthmatic and just put myself together after an emotionally abusive relationship with a guy who abuse all three, and finally left my parents house who were drunk and abusive almost 100% of the time. He assured me it wouldn't be a problem and it wasn't until we moved in together in our 2nd year that it became apparent he was very much addicted to weed. I didn't even know it was possible, but he let it take over his life. We tried to work though it but he wanted me to regulate how much he had because he couldn't stop himself, and reluctantly I tried, but when the didn't work I couldn't handle it. He spent more time smoking or spending money on getting weed than on us or on the things we needed and I had to pick up the slack.
I said that if weed was more important than us and our future I couldn't stay with him. (Maybe that was the wrong thing to say?) He decided to cut weed out of his life at first, then only on special occasions, like a friend birthday or a wedding, which I felt was fine.
However I never wanted it back in our daily lives. He's not him when he's high, he changes into someone who doesn't care. He'd done SO WELL, I have been so proud of him. Until last night when I found a vape pen hidden on top of the bathroom cabinets when I was putting a gnome up there (think Halloween Elf on a shelf). I didn't even think it was his, at first i thought it was a previous tenant but we have been here for two years, then I thought a friends, but we haven't had anyone over in a while and their its so new and clean. I felt SO guilty thinking it might be his, and even when that was the only option that made sense somehow I still believed he'd have a good reason for having this there. But he played dumb, asking what it was like he'd never seen one before. Poking it like it was some weird alien thing. Asking where I'd even found it, leaving it off with "huh that's weird." He wouldn't meet my eyes.
My heart sunk... I asked him to please tell me about it, and if that's the funny smell I started to smell from the bathroom.
He said he's been so depressed lately with all that's happened, our best friend died, two of my close family members have died, and his grandmother was given 6 months to 5 years depending on how treatment goes for her. And he's been helping me though my parents divorce.
I feel so guilty that he's been trying to keep me happy, I lost my job and try to do all the chores around the house so he can relax but I know that's not enough. I dont want to brake up with him, but I also have a history of being a doormat for people I love. I feel like it's understandable that he fell back to something that soothed him previously. And that maybe it was a stupid childish line for me to set for a recovering addict. But he still broke my trust, and I don't know where to go from here. He offered to pee in a cup for the rest of our lives to prove he wouldn't ever do it again. But that isn't trust.
What do I do? How should I talk to him? What should I even say? He left for work so I have some time to figure it out but this is ALL i've been able to think about all night. If I need to add more detail or explain please let me know, I just feel like I'm going crazy and need to get direction, thank you for reading.
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2020.09.26 21:37 elitist_ferret Hidden pee

The other story I’ll share with this one was when dusty got parvo. So we had 2 dogs during this op. Wyatt and Dusty. Wyatt was more like me. Sneaky, no nonsense, let’s be ninjas boy. And then there was dusty. When I was up on the roof I had no better 4 OR 2 legged teammate than dusty. No mother fucker was touching my ladder or getting within 50ft of me without him losing his fucking mind in a feral rage. He was 100% cool with Americans tho. It was Afghans and parterforces he hated…. Because they cut his ears and tail off while driving and then threw him and dusty out of car while driving like 30mph.
https://imgur.com/a/YxMBdrP https://imgur.com/a/EQakuDd https://imgur.com/a/RMhFzWk He was and I’m sure still is a bit of a shithead. But he’s MY shithead. One day we notice he isn’t around. While he wasn’t a Velcro dog he’s usually pretty sociable and always hanging out with someone.
We notice he is gone.
Tha FUCK.
Basically, it was like someone said our kid was kidnapped. The entire team and parterforce scours this compound we are at. Finally another recce guy (<3) finds him…. Hidden crawled under ‘stage’ of a side mosque type room of this huge compound we are holding. His fever is insane. He’s super close to brain dead.
CDR to everyone on the entire base with a medical cert: save this dog. I don’t care how.
;D
He had parvo. It’s insanely fatal. It’s like dog Ebola. I don’t think there was even discussion. I don’t remember any but I was very clear save the troop dog (haha the MWD is crying at this point)
https://imgur.com/a/HUJFFQg Well. To avoid CNN of FOX news targeting us let's just say the dog was saved. Dusty was the 9-10% who live... after a lot of medical care.
(post 2)
The topic is a lie. This is about my pups wyatt and dusty. So there I was balls deep in Hydrabad. It as a shit place and we had a shit safehouse we called COI C (compound of interest Charlie). It was me and some SEALs and some EODs guys and heromedic. Pipe hitter central. Some random afghan fuck decides to drive by while cutting his puppies ears off.
https://imgur.com/a/SAR4L49 Side note. if you try to physically rip the ears and tails off a dog in front of a bunch of SOCOM people your life is measured in milliseconds. Anyway they had the audacity to bite him and so he threw them from a moving vehicle.
Trident 2Xxx to the rescue.
regular afghan dog
https://imgur.com/a/iv87c5j our pupper
https://imgur.com/a/JIIymHz They became my personal security detachment. They escorted me EVERYWHERE. I loved those pups. But I didn't have the insane amount of money to bring them back. Wat do.
I gave them to a marsoc guy. No money can't bring them back. He gave them to a USASOC guy no money, still cant come home. MArsoc guy 2 knows a guy who knows a lady
https://wcti12.com/archive/family-dogs-denied-on-airline-wrigley-heiress-lends-private-jet_20160525081206892
Amazing. my PSD is home and safe. I will spend the rest of my life trying to balance this karma scale.
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every op. Pups took point. No pressure plates for us. Every morning I'm crawling around on the roofs like a lame vampire to change batteries in systems... puppies posted for security. Literally tried to hold them back from an op once. They sprinted miles to catch up to the team. Best pups ever.
So there I was just holding my dick... (self.MilitaryStories)
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So there I was holding my dick. I had just woken up and hadn't put on kit yet. I just walked over to the roof to piss off the side of the mountain like any normal person. Horton had said they had shot a dog that bit him. I asked why the dog bit him and Horton said he thought it was a loose step and ground his boot into it :| Yea Horton that's how dog's work....
Anyway I see TWO dogs in a pool of blood. Huh oh well Horton probably doesn't number so well. I continue peeing off the mountain. Dog2 suddenly and slowly gets up, and blood dripping off it, starts ambling over to me. While I'm holding my dick mid piss.
Luckily I had a pistol on my first line gear so I sloooowly try to reach for it while also putting away my dick as I would prefer not to feed it to some random afghan dog. I literally have a gun like 6" from this dog's head as it slowly walks over to me and plops down at my feet. Wagging it's tail. So I named him infidel, fed him a pork rib MRE, and loved him and squeezed him, and tried to exfil with him.
he followed us all the way to where we were almost climbing vertically to the LZ but it was clearly too steep for him. He was like "man fuck you guys"and sadly turned back. He was so old pee would dribble out of him and he clearly had joint issues. I felt really bad leaving a dog behind. The HVTs wife at least seemed to care for him so I'm sure he went back to her.
https://imgur.com/a/icrj5L6 https://imgur.com/a/eOq8RIJ
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if you google her aside from being an amazing human she apparently does this often. really makes me want to find her and buy her booze. But here is the official tale for doubters
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2471883/Kind-hearted-Wrigley-heiress-pays-charter-jet-Marines-dogs-country-commercial-airliner-said-big-transport.html#:~:text=The%20heiress%20to%20the%20Wrigley,new%20home%20in%20North%20Carolina.&text=But%20recently%20he%20was%20reassigned,to%20camp%20Lejeune%2C%20North%20Carolina.
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2020.09.26 14:54 streakymetal405 The Story

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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2020.09.25 02:27 WD_Stevenson The Story of the Hunter. Chapter 4: Breathing Fire (Part 1)

At what point does a mind break? Is there a predestined amount that the human psyche can handle before being irreparably shattered? How much crazy shit does someone have to see before the trauma becomes so intense that the mind just cannot bear it anymore? Combat soldiers experience it, obviously. High stress responders experience it. It's been studied and labeled to varying degrees. But what is the exact moment it happens? The straw that breaks the camel's back. The instant separating the hold and the fall. I wonder about this. I've wondered about it since the first night. Just how many hit points did my mind have left in the life bar before I was on that ledge, and how did I know I wasn't on it already? I pondered this about myself and also about Clay. He had to have reached that point a long time ago. I couldn't imagine any way in which he could have avoided it. The darkness in him came from somewhere, and it seemed to lead him on. Maybe he'd learned to embrace it. To use it like a tool. Dulling the jagged edges with the liquid sandpaper of 80 proof so that it didn't cut him quite so deeply as he leaned into it. Regardless of all, he moved forward. We always moved forward.
I sorted through these thoughts as I sat at a table in a cavernous dining room, wagering at the end that I was better off not knowing for the sake of objectivity. My usual excuse. The note that had been slipped under my door sometime as I slept foretold of the bountiful breakfast that would be awaiting me when I inched out of my cocoon of blankets. I hadn't been misled as I followed the tantalizing aroma down the hallway and came upon a sprawling table covered from edge to edge with every manner of home cooked breakfast food imaginable. I was alone, and as such I was without reservation. I mounded food upon my plate and sculpted it into a pile before attacking it with unrestrained gusto.
She appeared quietly beside me, her voice causing me to simultaneously jump and choke.
"I hope you slept well, Adam the Stray." Aubrey said in a luscious voice.
"I did, thank you." I said as I hurriedly swallowed a mouthful of fried potatoes and cleared my throat. I leaned to look around her for a moment before looking at her. "Where's Clay?"
"Sleeping. Deeply. He needs it." She said and I couldn't disagree.
"How do you two know each other?" I asked her as I took a sip of orange juice.
"Oh, we met some time ago. In New Orleans. I'm not sure who found who." She laughed. "But it was destiny..with a little help." She smiled.
"How does one help destiny?" I asked, a little flirtier than I intended, but she seemed to like it.
"By listening to the spirits, of course." She replied as she installed herself into the chair beside me, making sure to brush my arm.
"Are you going to add to that or leave me hanging?" I cast a sideways glance her way and grinned behind the rim of my glass.
"There's nothing more that needs said of it." She draped an arm across the back of her chair and crossed her legs, looking me up and down in an appraising fashion. "Clay likes you for some reason. And that in itself is intriguing."
"Can't disagree with that. I haven't entirely figured him out yet."
She laughed politely before leaning forward and becoming serious. "Clay is a good man. But he's a broken man. I know you've seen it." I nodded as she continued. "His problem is he doesn't think he's a good man, and because of that no matter what he does or how hard he tries he'll always feel like he's failed."
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked, surprised she'd divulge personal information about Clay behind his back to someone she didn't even know.
She looked me in the eye. "Because it makes him dangerous. I'm telling you this to try to get you to leave while you can."
I felt insulted. It was true, I'd been on the precipice of death more than once since meeting Clay. He had his fits of melancholy that bordered on sociopathy, but I never once felt threatened by him. It made me curious then, why this lady who seemed to know him on a personal level and who I'd just met seemed intent on pushing me out. Something didn't feel right. I chased the scrambled eggs around on my plate with my fork. It hit me then, and I looked back at her.
"You're using him, aren't you?"
She looked taken aback, and the supreme confidence she had displayed prominently across her face for the first time faltered. I thought she was going to reach out and slap me, but she restrained herself. She leaned back in her chair, and at length, she merely shrugged. "No more than he's using me. We have an arrangement."
"Uh huh. Does he realize he's getting the shit end of the stick when it comes to your arrangement?" I obviously didn't know the details of their relationship, but I know people. It wasn't hard to deduce that she was taking advantage. I may have been jaded in life and irritated after the perceived attempt to scare me off, but it only made sense that the scales tipped her way. I was sure Clay probably knew that as well. He wasn't stupid. Perhaps he felt defeated enough to just not care. Or detached enough. It could have gone either way but I strongly leaned towards the former. Even so, it angered me. I pushed my plate away and turned fully to stare at her. I didn't say anything. I didn't need to. Her eyes flashed with the concentrated anger of a person who'd been caught in a lie, and she began to speak before she was cut off by the creaking of floorboards. Clay was descending the steps, looking rejuvenated as he buttoned up his freshly laundered khaki shirt. He walked towards the table, more spry than usual, all things considered.
"The food smells nice." He said in his simple drawl as he walked by Aubrey, placing a hand momentarily on her shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze. She leaned into his hand and he let his fingertips trace their way down her arm before he pulled a chair out next to her and dropped into it. He looked at me with an expression that I couldn't read as he gathered up and filled a plate. It was strange to see him at a table, to the point of almost being awkward. It was the first time I'd seen him without his ballcap on as well. I was able to notice the jagged set of scars that creased his upper forehead and ran up and over his scalp, seemingly put there by the raking of what I imagined could only have been a giant clawed hand. My eyes must have lingered longer than I intended because he ruffled his dark hair quickly to conceal what he could before focusing on a biscuit and speaking to Aubrey. "Thanks for letting us crash here, I figure if we can get on the road within the hour we ought to make it in a decent time."
"My..you're in a hurry, aren't you?" She said to him.
"Yep." Came his reply before he began eating.
"Why don't you stay a few days instead?"
"Nah, we got a window where they ain't gonna be sure if I'm dead or alive. Need to take advantage." He didn't look at her as he spoke, he faced forward and looked ahead at nothing in particular.
"Suit yourself. I'm going to go get dressed." She said with a huff as she spun out of her seat and walked towards the stairs. When she was gone I looked at him.
"You sure you don't need a breather after everything?" I said.
"You just heard what I said. Time ain't on our side."
"How do I fit into all of this now?" I said with a modicum of potency.
"That's up to you, hoss. Ain't gonna lie and say I couldn't use a hand, but if I were you I'd bail now and get as far away from me as you can."
"Yeah, no. I think I'm in a little too deep to skip out now."
"Just remember there's gonna be a point of no return. Sooner rather than later. You be paying attention for the signs."
"They tried to kill me too, Clay."
I looked hard at him and felt a stab of aggravation as I recalled the pack of Dogmen waiting for us on the bridge. Clay simply nodded and finished his meal in silence before he stood and made his way back up the stairs. I wandered back to the bedroom I'd claimed and found my clothes waiting for me clean and folded. I was still wearing the borrowed bathrobe and quickly changed out of it. I hadn't seen or heard any housekeepers and after the teddy bear incident wasn't about to speculate on how everything was being accomplished. I just knew I was ready to get out of that house. I scooped the assorted cargo back into my pockets and made sure nothing was forgotten then strolled back down the long hallway. Clay, ballcap and all, was draping the sling of his rifle over his shoulder and I picked up the shotgun. He looked at me for a moment and I gave him a reassuring nod that I wouldn't blow holes wantonly through anything that didn't deserve one. He jerked his head to indicate I should follow him and we walked down another long hallway and through a heavy wooden door that led to a garage. Aubrey was already there in the drivers seat of a new four door Jeep. Clay opened the hatch door and placed his rifle and backpack in the cargo area. I did the same. We both retained our pistols and climbed aboard.
"It's about an eight hour drive, maybe nine if we get stuck behind a log truck or something." Clay said to the both of us.
"I wouldn't worry about time, dear." Aubrey said soothingly as the garage door opened and we backed down the driveway. "I've always wanted to see your home."
"Me too." I added from the backseat.
"It's nothing special." Clay didn't sound enthused and let the subject die there.
The drive was..strange. For lack of a better word. There were times I felt dizzy, and others where I felt that gravity was alternately increasing and decreasing. I don't remember much of it, to be honest. I recall glimpses of rice fields, then tall pines, then green mountains and granite. All framed through the window that looked like a smudged portrait that couldn't be wiped clean. When I blinked it was like blacking out. It didn't make any sense. The sun should have been low and bordering on dusk by the time we turned off of a two lane blacktop onto a gravel road. I rubbed my face until I felt semi lucid again and saw the sun was still shining brightly. The voices from the front were muffled, and slowly began to get clearer but my eyelids remained heavy. Clay was pointing out directions. I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes again, feeling excessively worn out. I vaguely recall the Jeep easing to a stop and two doors opening and closing. I remained in my seat not ready to move yet. I'm not sure how much time had passed until I began to feel better. My neck was beginning to ache as my head rested against the tinted glass of the window. I could hear breathing. Deep, heavy breathing. I slowly opened my eyes to a sliver and pivoted my head against the glass, rolling my body over. A shadow had fallen across the window. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and my eyes came fully open. A fog gathered on the exterior from the deep, ragged breaths. Heat radiated across the side of my face. As much as I didn't want to, I forced myself to look out the window. My heart nearly stopped as I gazed into a pair of amber eyes only separated by a meager barrier. Razor like teeth glistened as a dark tongue lolled across them. The head was so big it blocked out everything else. A scream caught in my throat as I flung myself away from the window and across the seat, clawing at my chest for the pistol in my holster. My hand came up empty. My pistol was gone. I glared at the face that was staring at me, and in dog like fashion it tilted it's head and flicked an ear. I could hear Clay's voice then in the distance, outside of the vehicle. The sound caused the massive head to swivel, it's body following. It rose to a looming height and trotted away from the Jeep, leaving me there alone with my horror. I commanded my lungs into operation and dove over the seat, finding the shotgun still there. I checked the chamber to make sure it was loaded and clenched my jaw as I threaded a finger around the door handle and pulled.
I snaked out of the seat onto the ground, flopping onto my stomach and crawling around the front of the Jeep. I could hear snarling. It was near. I steeled myself, focused all of my resolve, and slipped my finger into the trigger guard. Just as I was about to spring up I heard Clay's voice. It was calm. Eerily calm. "That's enough." Was all he said and the snarling ceased. I peaked over the hood to see Clay standing about fifty feet away. Aubrey stood a bit further with her arms folded over her chest. Next to him was the Dogman. It towered over his head and was easily twice as wide. Muscle rippled under dark gray fur as it turned and looked at me. Clay glanced up as it did so and he turned as well.
"You're awake." He said simply. I wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement.
"What the Hell, Clay?" I yelled back, still reluctant to come out.
"Simmer down, Adam. This is Roog. She's my guard dog. She won't hurt you. Put that shotgun down."
I stared at the creature. It stared back, but it's eyes were calm and content. Clay glanced back and forth between the two of us. He grinned and much to my dismay he jumped forward, launching himself at the Dogman. It rocked on it's feet and whirled around, wrapping two giant arms around Clay, and the pair of them tumbled to the ground. The beast snarled as Clay grabbed the fur at both sides of it's neck. White teeth flashed and it shook it's head ferociously. Clay was slung about like a rag doll under the power of the creature. It was the first time I'd ever seen him laugh. Not just a short chuckle at a joke, but a hearty laughter. The more he laughed the more it snarled, until finally he said "That's enough." And everything stopped. Clay's chest and shoulders heaved as he was catching his breath. The Dogman rolled up to it's feet and sat back on it's haunches. I may have hallucinated it, but it seemed like it's tail was wagging. Clay reached up and picked some leaves from it's fur then brushed himself off, looking towards me again.
"Come on out. Rip this bandaid off now. You'll be fine."
I had my extreme reservations, but I eventually did shuffle around the Jeep and lowered the shotgun. I inched my way forward. Clay spoke again as I did so.
"Just got done telling Aubrey the story, I'll tell it again since I'm sure you'll want to know. 'Bout fifteen years or so ago I got a call from a sheriff's office a few counties over. A farmer had reported seeing a Dogman on his place. Showed up and found one. All busted up and torn to pieces. Big female. Had a broken leg that was bad infected. Already dead when I got there. Probably a fight in the pack. New alpha, all that. I was getting to work disappearing the carcass when this little thing started squalling from the brush. Looked like a jackrabbit with fangs. Eyes weren't even open yet. I couldn't leave her there. So I about went broke and crazy keeping her bottle fed, then regular fed. And she's lived here ever since. And that's all there is to it."
Clay scratched Roog behind an ear as he told the story, and during his oration I'd moved in to within arm's reach of the whole mess. I was still extremely distrustful, obviously, and looked at Aubrey. She was amused by the whole thing. Roog seemed happy and pulled Clay closer to her. It reminded me of a gorilla clutching it's newborn. I shook my head in disbelief and Aubrey walked towards me, holding out my revolver that had been tucked under her arm. She smiled slyly as I took it and jammed it back in my holster.
"Clay didn't want you to freak out and start shooting when you woke up." She said.
"What exactly happened on the drive here? Why was I out to begin with?" I asked, more than a little irritated.
"Time is relative. It's not as constant as people think. A little persuasion is all it takes. Sometimes the ride can be a little taxing." She replied cryptically and turned away, walking towards the porch of the stone walled cabin that was apparently Clay's home. She settled into a wooden rocking chair in the shade.
"Door's unlocked, drag your shit in and put it where ever. It ain't much, but welcome to the shack." Clay said over his shoulder as he continued to pat Roog.
I distanced myself from Clay and the creature quickly, grabbing my things from the Jeep and I walked up the porch steps. It was quite the set up. Off grid completely, as far as I could tell. Solar panels lined the metal roof, and two wind turbines were set atop high poles that were anchored to the corners of the cabin. The walls were thick stone and concrete, windows like gunports framed with steel and covered with ornamental iron that I immediately saw doubled as a security measure. There were spotlights tucked beneath the eaves and aimed in every direction. As well as cameras. Everything was engineered to look decorative yet retain functionality. The average passerby probably wouldn't have noticed any of it. I crossed the threshold and looked about the room. The floor plan was open aside from a single bedroom and bathroom. The concrete floor was polished smooth and painted a dark brown that resembled mahogany. The rafter beams were steel and rough hewn wood. A deer antler chandelier hung in the center of the room and the LED bulbs brightened even the darkest corners. There was a well worn leather couch, a table, and in the corner a work bench with a reloading press and shelves of brass and powder. Three huge gun safes lined one wall and a full bookshelf lined the other. All in all, it was a clean, cozy and relatively modern dwelling. I don't know what I expected, except maybe a literal shack. Or maybe an underground bunker. I was pleasantly surprised. Of course there was no television, radio, phone, or internet. And even I could tell that beneath the facade if was engineered to act as a fortress. But there was running water and a fridge. And a liquor cabinet. I dropped my bag and made my way towards it to recoup some of the bourbon lost during the bridge fight. I badly yearned for a drink and helped myself to a bottle. Rummaging through kitchen cabinets found an enamel camp cup. I poured a strong one and fished the last remaining edible out of my bag. If there was ever a time I needed to make sense of the world, it was then.
I walked back out onto the porch and leaned against the wall beside the door. Clay was still playing with Roog, looking much like a toddler playing with a Great Dane. Aubrey and I watched them. I took a long drink and let the bourbon trickle down into my stomach. I settled on a rail and crossed my legs at the ankle. I spoke to Aubrey but didn't take my eyes off of Clay.
"He seems..happy. Never seen that before."
"I haven't either, not like that." She replied as she rocked gently in her chair.
"I've heard of service animals before, but only Clay could have one that weighs eight hundred pounds and doesn't officially exist." I attempted humor, but it somehow fell short.
"That's an ugly thing to say." Aubrey side eyed me. "But you may not be entirely wrong."
"So what's the plan?" I asked as I took another drink.
"That's between you two. Or three." She smiled and gestured towards Roog. "I'll be heading home shortly."
"That's too bad. I was just starting to enjoy your company."
The words slipped out before I could rein them in and wreaked of sarcasm. I slowly looked over at Aubrey. She was staring at me with a look of malice that sent chills down my spine. Her eyes were cold. I tried to speak but my words caught in my mouth. I felt a pressure on my throat and couldn't move, and found it increasingly harder to breath. She stood and walked closer to me. I tried to stand but my body wouldn't let me. I was completely immobile, being held in place by some invisible force. It felt similar to the bending gravity I'd felt in the Jeep, yet much more substantial. She leaned in and I could feel her hair brushing against my face as she whispered in my ear.
"Be careful, Adam. Be very careful. Your world has changed, and you don't understand its ways yet."
She leaned back and looked into my eyes again as I fought for breath. With little more than a twitch of her fingers I fell back against a pillar, air rushing into my lungs, and part of my drink spilled onto my shirt. She whirled away and walked down the steps, leaving me there to wonder what the had just happened. I watched her stride across the yard, stopping to give Clay a peck on the cheek in front of a disapproving Roog who's lip curled up for a moment. She then sauntered to the Jeep and was soon disappearing down the narrow track between the trees that served as a driveway. Where she went from there I had no idea, and didn't care. I found my feet and walked back into the house, closing the door behind me. I needed to refill my cup anyway.
I perused Clay's book collection. It was an eclectic mix of homesteading and folklore, as well as nature philosophy by the likes of Edward Abbey, Aldo Leupold, and David Petersen, but also there were texts that ranged from biology and ecology to astronomy. Some volumes were of spiritual nature. Pagan in origin for the most part. A few were scholarly analysis of the Abrahamic. Part of me expected to find Sun Tzu's Art of War, and I did. Many books I didn't recognize. Many others were bound in smooth leather and not labeled. I was about to pull one down when the door opened and Clay walked in. I snatched my hand back as if I'd been caught stealing, and he just shrugged. "Not like I'm trying to hide anything on a bookshelf." He said as he kicked his boots off and poured a drink. I pulled the book down and opened it. It was essentially a field guide for cryptids, and I noticed many lines were crossed out and edited by hand with a pen. My eyes darted over the pages as I turned them. Clay had been adding to it for a long time it seemed, as well as recording hunting methods that worked and those that did not. I closed the book and slid it back into place as I turned to look at him.
"Well, now what?" I said.
"We'll head out in the morning. Gonna be a long haul heading north. I got an idea that will draw in Golden Boy. Gonna start there and work up the chain."
"Makes sense. You sure he's in on everything?"
"I have no doubt he's in on it. If not directly then he'll at least know more than we do."
"So what's you idea?"
"We're gonna trap a Wendigo."
I'd looked at him blankly as he walked barefoot back out the door. I didn't immediately follow. I instead stood there and drank. I looked through his books again and impatiently waited for the THC to take effect. The details of the night were trivial. Clay pittered around outside alternately giving his beast attention and disappearing into the barn that was tucked back in the trees not far from the house. I considered going to try to lend him a hand with any chore he may have been seeing to, but ultimately decided I was fine where I was. The books were interesting, to say the least. Excruciatingly detailed accounts and observations from years in the field. He'd honed his craft to a fine edge. I flipped through the pages, learning technicalities, but secretly hoped to find insight. The books were written like a manual with no mention of how he felt. I suppose I'd been anticipating a more journalistic approach, but ended up having to settle for the black and white. There were creatures on those pages I'd never heard of. Some didn't even have photos, just hand drawn sketches. When I reached the last book I opened it, expecting a continuation of the field guides. Instead I found a hand written forward and in bold letters the words 'Graduated Cryptid Ecology: Concepts of Management and Conservation of Predatory Megafauna. By Clayton Bass.' I couldn't help but chuckle as I leafed through the pages at the ironic thought that he'd literally written the book on balance that he so vehemently sought. It wasn't just a job for him. It was his life's work. The reason for his tireless obsession and refusal to turn away had just become clear.
I'd lost track of time as I'd engulfed as much information as my addled brain could hold. The sun was sinking and through the thick glass windows I could see lightning bugs blinking as they hovered around the trees. I smelled the rustic scents of smoke and meat. I tucked the book under my arm and ventured out onto the porch. Clay had built a fire in the yard and was broiling two enormous slabs of venison directly on the coals. He sat in a lawn chair and Roog sat to his side. They both looked up at me. I'd become familiar with Clay's improvised sign language that he used when he didn't feel like talking, so when he motioned for me to bring a bottle I did as instructed. I sat across the fire from the two of them on a piece of cut oak.
"What's this?" I asked as I held the book up.
"Figured you'd find that the way you had your grubby little fingers all over my bookshelf. Keep it. Maybe you can make use of it someday."
"You sure? This had to have taken you years. It reads like a dissertation."
"Yep."
And with that I knew the subject was not open to further discussion. The meat sizzled on the fire and was done cooking. We ate like cavemen, hacking chunks up with knives and seasoning with rock salt. It felt natural. Instinctual even. Even with the giant predator hovering mere feet away. Clay carved chunks of meat for both himself and for Roog, who reached out and took them by hand as he offered, which I found to be astonishingly creepy. I feel like I would have preferred him to toss them into the air and her catch them in her mouth like a normal dog. Such was not the case. I did my level best to ignore it. Our hunger was sated as the meat ran out and we relaxed and watched the flames dance. It was deathly quiet. I'd gotten used to the night sounds of nocturnal birds, mammals, and insects during all of our camping. There was nothing here. I was about to ask Clay why when Roog shifted and stretched out onto the ground, laying her head across Clay's feet. That was my answer. Of course nothing was going to come near with a Dogman around. Clay looked to be in a subtle amount of pain with the bulk laying on his ankles but he patiently tolerated it. I resigned myself to the fact that the rest of the night was going to be spent in contemplative silence and was surprised when it was Clay who broke it.
"There's an energy in the world. It's like a deep and ancient anger. It's always been here in one way or another, near as anyone can tell. Hidden, though, until you agitate it. Nature tries to keep everything in balance. Doesn't always work. People have learned over the millennia how to manipulate it. I can't begin to tell you how they figured that fuckin' puzzle out. But by that I mean it's just a nudge here and there. You've seen it. No one can control the whole thing. If they could then it would be game over for this planet." Clay never looked up, he still stared into the fire and absently scratched Roog on her neck.
"Aubrey is one of those who nudges it around, isn't she?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"She is. Pretty good at it too. She's been working you like a marionette since you met her." Clay chuckled lightly and I took a drink, shaking my head.
"She got me a few times is all, can't imagine what she does to you."
"Nothing. It don't work on me for the same reason these things don't mess with my head." He nodded towards Roog. "They took that part out of me."
"Took what part out of you, what do you mean?" I asked as I leaned forward.
"Couldn't tell you exactly. It was a shot they gave me when I very first started. Said it was a vaccine incase I got bit or clawed by some of the gnarlier critters. What it really did was rewire some things. Didn't really outwardly affect me, just dulled some feelings. See, everything is connected by millions of years of evolution. Everything has that energy one way or another. I know I'm sounding like some weird spiritual guru type or whatever, but every ancient culture refers to and describes it. It's only in the past thousand years or so it's been ignored and forgotten. You read that book and you'll see my theory on how cryptids are wired in differently than modern humans. I've been preaching balance at you since day one. And yeah, I'm talking about ecological balance. Obviously it's front and center as the largest part. But it's not quite the entire story."
"If you've got it all in this book then why did you ever need me?" I asked as I held it up.
"Because I need someone else to put it into their words. And the story isn't over. You of all people should see that clear as day and twice as bright by now. Rebecca, Golden Boy, all them..they're fucking with the balance. I don't know how yet. We damn sure gonna find out though."
Roog jerked her head up as Clay moved his feet and he rose from his chair. She stood fluidly as well. I guessed her to be over nine feet tall and still couldn't keep the shiver from running a marathon up and down my backbone.
"She's not coming in the house, is she?" I asked hesitantly.
"Nah, she doesn't like being in the house. Makes her cranky. Sometimes she hangs out in the barn but usually she's off doing her thing all night. She's free to come and go as she pleases but knows this place is safe."
"Any other Dogmen ever show up around here?"
"Had some trouble some years back. The local pack showed up when Roog got to be about eight years old. We both ran them off a couple of times."
"And they never came back?" I asked as we walked up the porch steps and towards the door.
"Yeah. They did. And I came down on them hard. Really hard. Left the alphas and higher tier betas alive so the pack didn't turn rogue. Left the young pups alone too, but made sure they knew I could have taken all of them. Like I've said, they're smart. This is my territory. The pack understands that now. Roog runs with them sometimes, but they know not to follow her back here. They come to the boundary but don't cross it. Sometimes I'll buy a cow or two when times get lean and the deer herd gets thin so they don't starve. That's our arrangement."
"That's unreal." I said in amazement as I settled on the couch inside, running my hand over the well worn leather.
"It is what it is. I didn't like doing what I did but it came down to a matter of safety for me and Roog. This is the one place I don't wanna have to look over my shoulder all the time. Anyways, get some sleep."
"Wait." I said suddenly, snapping my finger. Clay paused and looked at me. "Roog..like Rougarou. The Louisiana werewolf. Right?"
"Yep."
Clay bolted the door shut and walked across the room towards the bedroom. I could see the amber eyes looking in through his window, glowing as they reflected the interior lights. Watching over him like a sentry armed with claw and fang. With the flip of a switch the room went dark and I stretched out on the couch. There was always something to ruminate on at the end of every day with Clay and his world. I wasn't especially tired and rose after several minutes. I wandered back to the bookshelf and gathered up several of the leather bound volumes and carried them to the work bench. I also took my journal from my travel bag. After topping off my drink I settled in beneath a single dim bulb and spread everything out, reading through it all and taking notes. The pair of eyes floated into my view beyond the glass, I nodded to the creature and gave a half hearted wave. She waved back and I nearly choked on my whiskey. The eyes vanished and I saw the giant silhouette rimmed by starlight move away in to the blackness. Gradually night sounds began leaking in from the surrounding woods. An owl called from a tree branch, and I became absorbed in the writings.
I must have fallen asleep at the work bench. My arm was numb from where my head rested on it. I'd woken up when Clay emerged from the bedroom before the sun had become visible. He nodded at me and strode unceremoniously out the door. My head had a slight ache and my mouth was gummy and dry from the alcohol. I decided to go for a run that morning and acquaint myself with the area. It was remote. Gravel roads were low maintenance and the trees were thick. The lowlands were verdant green and cattle grazed lazily in the open pockets. The nearest neighbor was a few miles away and seemed the type that would bury you rather than call the police. From the main road you'd have no idea there was a homestead nestled up in the hills, much less what guarded it. No mailbox, and no address markers. I jogged for a good thirty minutes, my pistol bouncing against my chest. I wasn't about to leave it behind. Lacing my fingers together I rested them on the back of my head as I leaned back and took deep breaths, cooling down and walking back up the driveway. Roog emerged from the trees and walked parallel to me on all fours. It was unnerving, but I did my best to convince myself it was alright. I headed towards the barn where I could hear clattering inside.
Clay had wooden crates opened and strewn out on the concrete floor. Mounds of various gear was piled everywhere and he navigated through the maze, picking selectively through it all. He glanced up at me as I jumped up to take a seat on a big chest freezer. "Mornin'." He said and I returned the greeting. He was dragging fuel jugs towards the back of a pickup that wasn't too dissimilar from the company truck that we'd left in Louisiana, if only a little older I helped him lift a heavy spool of thick nylon coated steel cable into the bed, both of us straining under the weight. Everything seemed relatively normal as we prepared for the hunt. We didn't talk about the why. We didn't need to. We didn't need to talk about much of anything anymore. It was almost like we'd become a team. Once the truck was loaded with everything deemed necessary Clay climbed into the drivers seat and turned the key. I opened the barn door and he drove out, then backed up to a gooseneck livestock trailer that was blocked up beneath an overhang at the back of the barn. I helped him hook up and lowered the jack, watching the big truck squat under the weight. It wasn't a normal trailer. The innards and axles had been reinforced and welded with giant plates, channel iron, and overload springs. Even so, there were still places that I could see dents and gouges in the armor like steel. I closed the barn door as Clay parked the rig in front of the cabin. I met him inside.
"Not sure how long it'll take." He said as he spun the dial on one of the gunsafes. It opened to reveal arms and ammunition that would make a warlord jealous. He repeated this on the other two, speaking over his shoulder to me as he did so. "I'm not quite sure how to get it done yet, probably gonna have to wing it, but I know where we should try to go. There are a bunch of old abandoned ore mines in Minnesota along the Vermilion River. Restricted area for more than one reason. That's where we'll go. Hopefully it won't take long to find one of them things. I'm thinking they're gonna be in fall brawl mode with winter not too far away."
"Ah, so that's all, then?" I asked as I examined the assortment of weaponry and munitions that ranged from long range rifles, DMR's, AR style carbines, and double rifles that looked like cannons to armor, optics and even med kits. I wasn't entirely sure I didn't see explosive ordnance tucked deep in the back.
"Yep. That's the easy part. Hard part will be figuring out how to get Golden Boy to take the bait. We'll come up with something."
I snickered at that. "Where did you get all of this? Looks more personal than government issue." I couldn't help but ask.
"Don't fuckin' worry about it. Shall NOT be infringed." Clay snapped back.
"You're absolutely right. It's a travesty that you don't have an Apache attack helicopter in the barn." I chuckled as I poked a little fun at him.
"Damn right.." He murmured as he hefted a heavy metal case out of the third safe that was as tall as he was. He looked at me. "Laugh if you want, but all else aside you know who we're fighting against. Air support and artillery sounds pretty good right about now, doesn't it? We ain't got it."
He had a point and I couldn't argue. Instead I helped drag gear and ammo cans. Before he closed the last safe he pulled a satchel from it that contained various burner electronics and no small measure of cash. We were self funding and trying to stay off the radar from that point forward. Once the homestead was locked down we both got into the truck, and immediately felt it bounce. Clay shook his head and climbed back out, walking back towards the trailer. I did the same to see what was going on. The scene was almost comical as Clay gently scolded Roog, who had opened the trailer door and climbed in like a colossal stowaway. She huffed and growled in defiance while Clay instructed her to knock her shit off. She eventually emerged, reluctantly. Clay scratched her across the neck and behind the ears, bidding her farewell before shutting the trailer door and walking back towards the cab. Again he climbed in to try once more to begin our journey.
"I used to haul her in this trailer when she was younger and I couldn't leave her here alone yet." Clay said as he shut the door and fired the truck up. "Hell, last time I think I hooked up to it was to take her to Texas with me. She's absolute Hell on a chupacabra. The real thing, not the coyotes with mange. We pretty much cleared out the hill country. Then she got too big and I got more eyes on me as time went on. So she doesn't get to go anymore. And she still gets pissed at me for it."
"How did you ever manage to keep her hidden?" I asked as gravel crunched beneath the tires and the trailer creaked and it swayed behind us.
"Drove at night mostly. Camped remotely and let her do her thing. They're pretty good about not being seen. Had the company truck so I never had to stop for inspections either. That helped." Clay said.
The road was long and the trip was uneventful. The only time we stopped was for fuel. Clay was tyrannical and made me pee in a bottle if I couldn't make it between gas stations. We dropped from the mountains down the Ozark Plateau, then wound through the rollings hills of Missouri which in turn gave way to the plains and cornfields of Iowa. I watched Clay have a nuclear meltdown in Minneapolis traffic. I wrote in my journal, revisited and edited notes, and read through the book Clay had given me. Eventually it was night again, and we pulled over at a rest area to sleep what remained of the night. When the sun rose again we were surrounded by tamarack, hemlock, and spruce trees. They seemed to create an impenetrable wall to either side of the narrow corridor we traveled. The air was cool and Clay flicked the heater on. We stopped at a farm store so I could run in and purchase a heavier jacket than I had with me while Clay examined a map. "Ain't far." He said as I got back in the truck.
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2020.09.24 19:29 vegvag Hidden pee

I am officially sterile and I couldn't be happier! My doctor told me he was willing to sterilize me since I was of medical background (registered nurse) and that he could tell I had my mind made up. Though, I do not believe these factors should have played a part, I used them to my advantage. I also fall in the category of being terrified of pregnancy which comes from witnessing a c-section and natural birth while in nursing school. There were obvious questions of "you are aware this is permanent" and "are you sure?" up until even right before the procedure. He also asked twice if my husband was on board at two separate appointments.
My Experience:
Week prior: Anxiety... because I am fearful of all medical procedures (having seen too much go wrong as a nurse). Was given a one time prescription of clonazepam to help me sleep the week prior.
Pre-Op: Arrived, changed into a bear-hugger gown which had warm air blowing through it. Having the IV placed in my hand was slightly uncomfortable. Spoke with anesthesia and my doctor prior. About 15 minutes prior to taking me back, Anesthesia showed up, was given IV versed which burned going in. Shared my fear of dying with the OR nurse who calmed me down by saying she would not let that happen. Was wheeled back to the OR where they placed a mask on my face and I saw the foot stirrups. The last thing I remember is the Anesthesiologist patted my lower leg and said lets get started.
Post-Op: Woke up disoriented. I vaguely remember telling the nurse "I need to pee, I'm going to throw up, and I'm hurting" all at the same time and apologizing for being an inconvenience. She gave me more meds through my IV and slid a bedpan underneath me. The initial feeling of having to pee is where they removed my catheter prior to me waking up. These initial feelings were probably worsened by my "freaking out" mode. The medicine calmed me pretty quickly though. She slid my pants on me and shoes and sat me up. I did not feel ready to leave but out I went in a wheelchair to my husband who had been waiting in the waiting room. (Not allowed back to pre or post op due to COVID.) I highly recommend bringing loose clothing and easy to put on shoes.
Day 0 at Home: Horrible gas pain in my right shoulder. Took 5 mg of Oxycodone every 4 hours as ordered for the first day and Gas-X (have this one hand). Lying on my left side (opposite of gas pain) in fetal position with warm towel on my right shoulder helped. (Buy a heated blanket prior if you can - or warming a towel in the dryer helps) I napped a lot. My amazing mother sat on the bed reading while I slept and then made me the most amazing grilled cheese when I woke up. Looking in the mirror, I had two small incisions below the bikini line the length of my pinky nail and one belly button incision that is hidden in my navel. All closed with skin glue. Make sure you have full backed underwear so you can wear a pad if needed for spotting, you will not want to wear a thong or any snug underwear.
Day 1 Post Op: Still took Oxycodone but more spaced out about every 6 hours. Received beautiful sunflowers from a childfree friend that I actually met through Reddit. I sat on the couch most of the day or napped. I slept with two full sized pillows, a small lap pillow, and two square couch accent pillows to get comfortable at night. A small lap pillow to carry around to apply pressure when standing or maneuvering around the house is super comforting.
Day 2: My mom drove me to the park. She walked my dog while I walked to a bench and sat down to read. I sat on this bench for 40 minutes and was exhausted and hurting by the time I got home.
Day 3: Decided to ride in the car to pick up donuts. You do not realize how much you use your abdominal muscles just sitting in the car but I was sore again afterwards. Also, SC roads are not the best if you want a smooth ride. Bring your lap pillow for car rides. Slept again in the afternoon.
Day 4: My parents left to go back home (about 4 hours away) and I napped a lot after they left.
Day 5: (Yesterday) Cried over everything and nothing at the same time. My husband went back to work and I cried. I am not someone who cries so he was definitely caught off guard. I watched a romance movie on Netflix and cried because it made me happy. I cried again when he came home from work because I didn't feel like he missed me enough. I knew my feelings were irrational but I couldn't stop the stream of tears. My mom thinks this it was related to anesthesia. I think it might have been related to the fact that they removed my IUD while in surgery (maybe my hormones were attempting to regulate themselves.)
Day 6: (Today) Much better emotionally! I woke up and baked banana bread, made coffee, worked on the computer, cleaned part of the master bathroom, and walked up and down the street. I also went out to lunch with my husband. I am sore again but nothing terrible. The weirdest feeling has to be the belly button incision where there is skin glue. It just pulls kind of weird sometimes.
I'm a floor nurse so I definitely could not have gone back to work this week since I do a lot of walking and moving up patients in the bed. I would say if you work a desk or less physical strenuous job you could return to work tomorrow (Day 7 Post Op.) I am sure everyone is different so listen to your body.
The few friends I told sent flowers and cards. I know not everyone will support my decision but I think we should surround ourself with people who do. My experience was absolutely worth it and I recommend it to everyone (even if you want to have kids) haha -- Thankful for this supportive reddit and childfree friendships reddit!
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2020.09.24 18:31 SirWookieeChris Hidden pee

Tabletop Simulator Pros:
Near exact replica to physical version. The creators of the widely used TTS Mod did an excellent job of recreating the experience. Besides missing the miniatures for the locked classes, everything else you would want is included.
Excellent Scripting. Automatically setting up monsters to the correct difficulty level, setting up the maps, spawning monsters when you open doors, grabbing coins underneath you at end of turn, and auto loot + XP gain at end of scenario makes the game much more streamlined than the physical edition.
Room to make changes that meet your needs. As with any TTS script, you can add things into the game. We use minis for the summons. There are other mods for 3D obstacles/traps. You can add music to play during the game. Great for immersion.
Homebrew at will. Want to use the new stamina potion rules? Go ahead. Hate stamina potions and want to remove from game? Just a delete button away. Feel like certain rules about summons, enemy priority, or loot sharing is dumb? Change as you want. The script will likely not affect most of the above changes, so you can tweak as needed without breaking the script.
Tabletop Simulator Cons:
Intimidating to TTS beginners. Before I had played GH on TTS, I already had hundreds of hours on TTS from other games and learning to set up GH was still intimidating for me. Scripts make games great once you learn to use them but do require some know-how to properly take advantage of.
TTS physics. It is a reality of life that you will need to get used to several annoying features of TTS including stands/minis not standing up on certain door tiles that refuse to lay flat due to overlapping boards, tiles that do not load properly for certain people when you open doors, discard piles that do not merge into a single deck, pulling cards out of your hand and accidently putting in another player’s hand based on your camera view.
The script can be a crutch. We have been playing through Forgotten Circles, and certain missions are not scripted for it. Hidden rooms + moving rooms + variable enemies mean you need to set those parts up yourself. It took me longer than I want to admit to correctly find where the map tiles were kept and set up a certain confusing mission in the expansion.
The scripting can break. When first learning, pay attention to the script guide than tells you to make sure nothing you don’t want deleted is in a safe zone. When missions are done, things are deleted rather than “put away.” All the pieces are hidden away, but we’ve accidently deleted entire monster spawns. Also, cards will “vanish” due to a bad camera + finicky physics and you will spend the next 30 minutes trying to find which hidden zone the card flew into. Yes, the time rewind feature exists, but it is terrible and unless someone tells you as soon as a card has disappeared, the other players likely took multiple small actions that will require multiple rewinds.
Digital Version Pros:
Fully scripted enemies. Never worry again about figuring out which enemy will attack which ally. Or how to handle obstacles, or to move your allies, or what round it is, or if a certain enemy acted that turn, or if that summoned monster should get a turn that round.
Amazing graphics. If immersion if important to you, it’s hard to beat full 3D allies, characters, and enemies, in a beautiful dungeon. Howling hounds, puking zombies, shield pounding bandits all bring the game to life.
Freedom to play multiple characters. Technically you can do this in physical + TTS Mod, but it isn’t easy handling multiple hands of cards while keeping track of everything. Digital makes this very easy since so much is handled by the game. I have regularly played a party of 4 by myself with no issues.
Guildmaster mode. It’s not the official campaign, but it is still fun. Currently it already has over 100 missions, so similar in scope to the official GH campaign, with more to come. I will be listing some of the things I enjoy most about this mode in the next few bullets.
Character missions. Solo scenarios were fun, but for the non-hosts of the TTS game, it can be difficult to play your solo scenario unless you do it during your regular play time. Guildmaster uses missions similar to JotL, where there is a sidequest specific to each character that you can go on, together as a party, as you level and unlock new areas. These missions often have unique scenario effects and give your character a new perk for completing them.
Team-Friendly Options. Loot in Guildmaster is shared. I know this will be a turn-off for some, but that means the scoundrel is now your best friend, instead of your rival. Having played in Coop mode a bit recently, it’s really refreshing telling certain people “we got these guys, feel free to loot” without possible jealousy. You can also switch items between teammates for ½ the original cost. Give away your hand-me-down boots to the Tinkerer and take the shiny boots for yourself!
Reward structure. Guildmaster missions let you know what sort of enemies you will face, and what unlock as you play through the mission. Do you want to fight the skeletons and corpses for the weighted net, or the hounds, inox, imps, and shaman for the greater healing potion? You can also unlock certain high prosperity items much earlier than you normally can through the campaign if you want. Unlocking new items only gives 1 of that said item into the market, so if everyone in the party wants a greater stamina potion, you will need to do “side jobs” that reward additional designs of unlocked items. To me, this was more rewarding than the way random items were unlocked in the original campaign.
Mod Support. There are mods to increase difficulty, make the game easier, new classes, and even translating the cards into different languages.
Digital Version Cons:
No campaign, yet. If you want the official GH campaign, you will have to wait. The game is still in Early Access, and the roadmap to a full experience still appears to be a way off. That means no prosperity or retirement goals. Battle goals and character unlocks have been changed in Guildmaster mode too.
Limited characters for now. All six of the starter characters are there, with two of the locked characters in the game as well. That’s 8/17 characters. Will be a turn off for many. The roadmap has 4 more characters by the end of 2020, which is nice.
Unforgiving code. A bit hyperbolic, but it’s true. The game does not currently have an “undo” button. Choose the wrong card can be really upsetting. Accidently clicking on the same enemy twice when using fire orbs and only hitting one enemy instead of three can be devastating. Also, if you forget to use a potion at the end of your turn, oh well. If playing solo, you can exit the map to the main menu, which will reset the round, but this can feel cheat-y and is a hassle if playing coop multiplayer.
Limiting UI. The game does not let you look at your cards while it is another player turn. While this might be to keep players paying attention to the rounds since players need to confirm any damage they take (which will halt the game if a player goes to pee and takes some damage during that time), it can be frustrating to players who like to think ahead while another player thinks out his turn.
Buggier than Summer Camp. This is the biggest issue, in my opinion. Game crashes happen, even in TTS. But when cards don’t work as they should, and there is nothing you can do, it can ruin your fun. Some bugs go in your favor, such as burned cards returning to hand when playing multiplayer, which will annoy more competitive gamers.
Restrictive changes. While I praised Guildmaster mode above, they did go with a few restrictions I am not found of. These include limiting the number of enhancements you can apply to your character based on how far you are in the campaign, and locking certain enhancements (curse, bless, any element) behind achievements you need to unlock. With the limited number of current characters, it can be difficult to get a fun enhancement (Cragheart’s cursenado) unless people go out of their way to play certain cards. This also can apply to the character goals. Mindthief needs to control others and summon multiple times to get all their perk unlocks. This can lead you to playing suboptimal turns or taking worse cards into battle until you complete these goals.
Conclusions:
Ultimately, I believe Digital will be the superior option once it is complete. For now, which you should get depends on what kind of gamer you are and what interests you have.
If you are looking for the closest replica of the tabletop experience, go with TTS.
If you are looking for the better campaign structure, go with TTS.
If you are looking for a more immersive experience, go with Digital.
If you are new and need AI to control enemies, go with Digital.
Edit:
A good point was raised in comments. If switching from physical to online during covid times, go with TTS if you want to carry progress. Some people might be hesitant to start all over again if switching to digital.
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2020.09.24 18:29 SirWookieeChris TTS or Digital: A comparison from someone with too many hours in each.

Tabletop Simulator Pros:
Near exact replica to physical version. The creators of the widely used TTS Mod did an excellent job of recreating the experience. Besides missing the miniatures for the locked classes, everything else you would want is included.
Excellent Scripting. Automatically setting up monsters to the correct difficulty level, setting up the maps, spawning monsters when you open doors, grabbing coins underneath you at end of turn, and auto loot + XP gain at end of scenario makes the game much more streamlined than the physical edition.
Room to make changes that meet your needs. As with any TTS script, you can add things into the game. We use minis for the summons. There are other mods for 3D obstacles/traps. You can add music to play during the game. Great for immersion.
Homebrew at will. Want to use the new stamina potion rules? Go ahead. Hate stamina potions and want to remove from game? Just a delete button away. Feel like certain rules about summons, enemy priority, or loot sharing is dumb? Change as you want. The script will likely not affect most of the above changes, so you can tweak as needed without breaking the script.
Tabletop Simulator Cons:
Intimidating to TTS beginners. Before I had played GH on TTS, I already had hundreds of hours on TTS from other games and learning to set up GH was still intimidating for me. Scripts make games great once you learn to use them but do require some know-how to properly take advantage of.
TTS physics. It is a reality of life that you will need to get used to several annoying features of TTS including stands/minis not standing up on certain door tiles that refuse to lay flat due to overlapping boards, tiles that do not load properly for certain people when you open doors, discard piles that do not merge into a single deck, pulling cards out of your hand and accidently putting in another player’s hand based on your camera view.
The script can be a crutch. We have been playing through Forgotten Circles, and certain missions are not scripted for it. Hidden rooms + moving rooms + variable enemies mean you need to set those parts up yourself. It took me longer than I want to admit to correctly find where the map tiles were kept and set up a certain confusing mission in the expansion.
The scripting can break. When first learning, pay attention to the script guide than tells you to make sure nothing you don’t want deleted is in a safe zone. When missions are done, things are deleted rather than “put away.” All the pieces are hidden away, but we’ve accidently deleted entire monster spawns. Also, cards will “vanish” due to a bad camera + finicky physics and you will spend the next 30 minutes trying to find which hidden zone the card flew into. Yes, the time rewind feature exists, but it is terrible and unless someone tells you as soon as a card has disappeared, the other players likely took multiple small actions that will require multiple rewinds.
Digital Version Pros:
Fully scripted enemies. Never worry again about figuring out which enemy will attack which ally. Or how to handle obstacles, or to move your allies, or what round it is, or if a certain enemy acted that turn, or if that summoned monster should get a turn that round.
Amazing graphics. If immersion if important to you, it’s hard to beat full 3D allies, characters, and enemies, in a beautiful dungeon. Howling hounds, puking zombies, shield pounding bandits all bring the game to life.
Freedom to play multiple characters. Technically you can do this in physical + TTS Mod, but it isn’t easy handling multiple hands of cards while keeping track of everything. Digital makes this very easy since so much is handled by the game. I have regularly played a party of 4 by myself with no issues.
Guildmaster mode. It’s not the official campaign, but it is still fun. Currently it already has over 100 missions, so similar in scope to the official GH campaign, with more to come. I will be listing some of the things I enjoy most about this mode in the next few bullets.
Character missions. Solo scenarios were fun, but for the non-hosts of the TTS game, it can be difficult to play your solo scenario unless you do it during your regular play time. Guildmaster uses missions similar to JotL, where there is a sidequest specific to each character that you can go on, together as a party, as you level and unlock new areas. These missions often have unique scenario effects and give your character a new perk for completing them.
Team-Friendly Options. Loot in Guildmaster is shared. I know this will be a turn-off for some, but that means the scoundrel is now your best friend, instead of your rival. Having played in Coop mode a bit recently, it’s really refreshing telling certain people “we got these guys, feel free to loot” without possible jealousy. You can also switch items between teammates for ½ the original cost. Give away your hand-me-down boots to the Tinkerer and take the shiny boots for yourself!
Reward structure. Guildmaster missions let you know what sort of enemies you will face, and what unlock as you play through the mission. Do you want to fight the skeletons and corpses for the weighted net, or the hounds, inox, imps, and shaman for the greater healing potion? You can also unlock certain high prosperity items much earlier than you normally can through the campaign if you want. Unlocking new items only gives 1 of that said item into the market, so if everyone in the party wants a greater stamina potion, you will need to do “side jobs” that reward additional designs of unlocked items. To me, this was more rewarding than the way random items were unlocked in the original campaign.
Mod Support. There are mods to increase difficulty, make the game easier, new classes, and even translating the cards into different languages.
Digital Version Cons:
No campaign, yet. If you want the official GH campaign, you will have to wait. The game is still in Early Access, and the roadmap to a full experience still appears to be a way off. That means no prosperity or retirement goals. Battle goals and character unlocks have been changed in Guildmaster mode too.
Limited characters for now. All six of the starter characters are there, with two of the locked characters in the game as well. That’s 8/17 characters. Will be a turn off for many. The roadmap has 4 more characters by the end of 2020, which is nice.
Unforgiving code. A bit hyperbolic, but it’s true. The game does not currently have an “undo” button. Choose the wrong card can be really upsetting. Accidently clicking on the same enemy twice when using fire orbs and only hitting one enemy instead of three can be devastating. Also, if you forget to use a potion at the end of your turn, oh well. If playing solo, you can exit the map to the main menu, which will reset the round, but this can feel cheat-y and is a hassle if playing coop multiplayer.
Limiting UI. The game does not let you look at your cards while it is another player turn. While this might be to keep players paying attention to the rounds since players need to confirm any damage they take (which will halt the game if a player goes to pee and takes some damage during that time), it can be frustrating to players who like to think ahead while another player thinks out his turn.
Buggier than Summer Camp. This is the biggest issue, in my opinion. Game crashes happen, even in TTS. But when cards don’t work as they should, and there is nothing you can do, it can ruin your fun. Some bugs go in your favor, such as burned cards returning to hand when playing multiplayer, which will annoy more competitive gamers.
Restrictive changes. While I praised Guildmaster mode above, they did go with a few restrictions I am not found of. These include limiting the number of enhancements you can apply to your character based on how far you are in the campaign, and locking certain enhancements (curse, bless, any element) behind achievements you need to unlock. With the limited number of current characters, it can be difficult to get a fun enhancement (Cragheart’s cursenado) unless people go out of their way to play certain cards. This also can apply to the character goals. Mindthief needs to control others and summon multiple times to get all their perk unlocks. This can lead you to playing suboptimal turns or taking worse cards into battle until you complete these goals.
Conclusions:
Ultimately, I believe Digital will be the superior option once it is complete. For now, which you should get depends on what kind of gamer you are and what interests you have.
If you are looking for the closest replica of the tabletop experience, go with TTS.
If you are looking for the better campaign structure, go with TTS.
If you are looking for a more immersive experience, go with Digital.
If you are new and need AI to control enemies, go with Digital.
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2020.09.22 09:25 Alice_600 Pee hidden

Sorry for the post I'm new here and been lurking for a while.
My life has been complicated. I was a child of donor sperm and two years ago I found out about the hidden half of me. When I got a DNA test Turns out I'm half Jewish. I was stunned to know this is my heritage and that took some years to process it.
My mother wasn't Jewish herself and she was an absent mother. So when I reached out to the Jewish community I was totally ignored. So I went and learned on my own reading all I could about my people.
I dabbled in witchery with a friend who was a kitchen witch and never went full witch I was more a person who was like okay sounds fun.
Then this year it broke me, the father that raised me has emotional and cardiac problems and his diabetes is always never under control. I'm his cheerleader. But even I need a halftime break.
Covid-19, Trump, Police brutally, women's equality, the idocracy of some people. I sometimes felt like I was in the middle of the swimming pool while people pointed and laughed at me for peeing in it when I can see the green clouds forming around their crotches. It was depressing me to a point where all I felt was what's the use we're all destioned to die anyway. Dad didn't understand no one did.
Then RBG died...
I knew what trials lay ahead of ourselves but when the shit gibbons wanted to bring in their own puppet that just
Some Jewish people on RH throw bread into running water to wash away sins. So me being in MI I decided to take some bread an apple, honey with me to the local great lake.
I meditated on the dock and then called up the God of Isreal, Christ, Mary, Gaia native American spirits and asked for thier help to rid us of this curse of evil, to end this plague, God of Israel to hear me, Christ to forgive me, Mary to bless me, Gaia to nurture me, the spirits to protect me. I crumbled the bread into the water ate the apple with honey.
I felt different like I had the ability to do more than just watch I can fight back. I used to be afraid of the forest at night. Instead I turned to look at the darkness and said "I no longer fear you, you shall now fear me!"
I then spent the rest of the night at home listening to empowerment music while decorating for fall. Maybon is next then Halloween then Day of the dead. It's interesting to note that these celebrations are about sweets, from the sweet fruits of the fall harvests, honey, to candy to sugar skulls.
So yeah that's what I did.
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2020.09.21 11:14 kcurrivean I found a girl...

2 weeks ago:
I was the only one still in the classroom when the noise started. It was like an animal, scratching on wood. It reminded me of my puppy back home, trying desperately to make it outside before needing to pee.
I put my mask back on, pulling my hair free around my ears, and got up from the desk where I’d been typing away on my laptop. I followed the sound towards the front of the room by the prof’s exit. They kept us students strictly separate from the professors there. It’d be one thing for the virus to spread amongst the young students, another thing entirely for the profs to get it. There was even a plastic shield up by the podium to block spittle and particulates.
The scratching was coming from the other side of the prof’s exit. It stopped as I approached. I shoved my way through the door and came into the back hallways to discover a girl, about my age, crouching by the trash can. She scurried away, animalistically, down the hallway, clutching something small in her hand.
God knows why I reached out to her. Normally, she would’ve freaked me out and I would’ve booked it. Instead, I approached her, noticing the half-eaten apple in her hand and an empty bag of chips hanging out of her tattered jeans pocket.
“Hey, you okay?” I realized I was talking down to her as if she were a kid. Through the back windows, I could now see that it was pitch black outside. How late had I stayed? I had a paper due the next day, but did not mean to stay past dark. Outside, only the pale orange streetlights in the distance lit the sidewalks. I looked back at the girl. I could only imagine where she was staying tonight.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She had an accent, but I couldn’t place it, masked by the bite of apple in her mouth. She stood up, wary of me, showing her dirtied, pink top and torn, high-waisted jeans. She wasn’t wearing shoes and her black hair hung lifeless around her too-thin face.
“You need somewhere to sleep tonight? I have a couch and my roommates already went back home.”
“I have somewhere.”
“Well… It’s nothing special, but I’m having chili cheese dogs if you wanna come have a girls night at my place.”
She was so cautious. Tall, but using up the smallest possible amount of space next to the stairwell.
“I’m Anne, by the way.”
“Lily.”
I stepped towards her and shook her sticky hand. I spotted one of the sanitizer stations nearby, but ignored my new-found instinct.
“I park in lot 20. You ready?”
She paused but then followed me as I went back to the classroom to grab my stuff. We left the art building and headed towards my car. I tried to start a conversation as we went, but she would only respond in short phrases, hardly anything to go off. The most I got out of her was that she used to be an international student, but had lost the funding and had to drop out.
I wondered where she’d been sleeping and how long it’d been, but didn’t feel like I should press her to feed my curiosity.
I noticed, as we drove, that she had a little twitch in her eyes. She’d rub them, the twitch would go away, and she’d return her gaze to the passersby.
At my apartment, we had hot dogs while we watched some sitcom and then I headed to bed. She slept on the couch with one of my spare blankets and a pillow. It took me a while to get to sleep that night, with that girl’s mysteries on my mind, but after some tossing and turning, I eventually got some rest.
Lily was gone by the time I woke the next morning. I did a cursory glance around and nothing was missing, but I immediately felt bad for even looking. She’d seemed like a nice girl.
Campus was almost empty the next day. It was the last day before the university officially shut back down, but everyone had already left. One of my roommates from the previous year had just stayed at home this semester, accurately predicting the return to remote-only after two weeks.
I often got to see the campus when it wasn’t busy, due to my job, but this was something else. The lawn-care people were gone, building projects had just been abandoned, my classes had been cancelled. I’d been there to turn in my paper, but even the office was closed and a note asked my class to turn in papers via eCampus.
I ended up swinging by the art building on the way back to lot 20. It wasn’t really on the way, but my legs had a mind of their own. I went up to the front doors and yanked on one. Locked.
I walked around towards the other entrance and tried it, but had the same result. Something moved in the corner of my eye. I spun. There was something hiding in the bushes.
“Lily?”
She poked her head out from the shadows.
“Lily. Do you have somewhere to stay?”
She shook her head.
“Well you’re coming home with me.”
“I can sleep on your couch?” She eased her way out from behind the bushes, slowly standing, still wearing the same clothes.
“No, I’m going back home. My parents have a guest room they never use, though.”
She shook her head.
“Come on. What are you gonna do? All the buildings are locked. No one’s gonna to be here to leave you a half-eaten apple or chip crumbs.” I regretted it as the words hit my tongue.
She shriveled.
“Sorry... My parents would love to meet you. They’d love to meet anyone, honestly. I have clothes here that you can wear. They don’t have to know.”
“You don’t know me, Anne.”
“I’m just trying to help. There’s no reason for you to be out here all alone.”
I eventually convinced her. She came back to my apartment and got a shower and we both packed a small suitcase. She looked a lot happier and healthier like this. I wasn’t completely sure I was doing the right thing, but I’d been more lonely than usual and she seemed harmless. Honestly, it was probably more for me than for her, but I was glad to see her smile as she packed.
The car ride was going fantastically. We’d stopped for gas and snacks a couple times already, and made it to the iconic last gas station in 100 miles about midnight. I’d stopped there countless times, to and from my parents’. We filled up, got a couple of their iconic, personal-sized pies and took off into the night, singing with old songs from my spotify and talking about our lives.
I learned that Lily’s parents had died a year back. She was kind of on her own here. They’d been paying for her one-bedroom apartment and her schooling and it didn’t take long for the money to dry up. Eventually, she was evicted and had to drop out. She’d made some money here and there for a while and had gotten to stay at a friend’s house for a few weeks, but had been living in the unfrequented hallways for almost two months, now.
She was so grateful for me, but I felt like we knew each other. I didn’t have any other choice than to help her.
My phone rang and I answered. “Mom?”
“Hey honey, thought you’d be here by now.”
“We’re about three hours out. Maybe a bit more.”
“We? You bringing back a boy?”
I wasn’t on speaker, but felt like Lily could hear the conversation, she was rubbing her twitching eyes. “Umm, no. I have an international friend who doesn’t have a place in the states. I figured that’d be fine.”
“Oh, yeah. ‘Course.” She paused abruptly.
“Mom?”
“She’s not gonna get us sick, is she?”
“What? God. No, mom.”
The phone beeped at me.
“Hello?” I looked down at it. It’d disconnected. No Service.
We drove on for a while in silence. I’d been streaming the music. I tried the radio, but it was just static out here. Nothing but desert as far as you could see.
Then everything in my car came on full blast. The windshield wipers went slammed back and forth. The radio blared static. The AC started going full-tilt, blowing our hair around the car. The cabin lights flickered on and off erratically. Then there was a loud pop. Something had given way and everything cut out. The car stopped running. I gave it gas, but it rolled to a stop.
Lily turned towards me. “What was that?”
“I don’t know.” I turned the car off and tried to start it again, but nothing was happening. I had no clue what to do.
“I gotta go.”
“What? What!? What do you mean?”
She hopped out of the car and just started running in the direction we’d come from.
I froze for a few seconds, trying to understand. “Lily!” I ran after her.
That girl was fast. She may have been malnourished, but she had some speed.
“Lily! Don’t leave me here!”
She looked back and kept running for several moments. There was a frown on her face. She slowed to a stop and turned around, jogging back to me as I caught my breath. She looked past me as if there were something in the distance and she was trying to determine what, squinting her eyes.
I could hear the rumble. An old truck, chugging along. I turned around. It stopped on the opposite side of the road. A middle-aged man hopped out, wearing a worn hat, white shirt, and deep-blue jeans. He spit brown into the road. “You girls alright? Need some fuel?” We could only see him by his headlights.
I wanted Lily to respond, but knew she wouldn’t. “Um, no. I think something broke. There was a pop sound.”
“Oh, huh. Well, I can take a look, but I don’t have my tools on me at the moment.” He walked over to my hood and tried to pull it open. “Pop the hood?” His voice was so southern, you could fry chicken in it.
I went over, opened the door and popped it.
He looked around inside for a bit, feeling here and there. I would’ve believed anything, but he closed the hood and said, “Look like you’re gonna need some new parts. I’ve never seen this before, but it’s almost like something exploded. You put the wrong fuel in your tank, or something?”
“I don’t think so…”
“I can give you a ride to a phone or into town, if you’d like.”
I didn’t know what else to do. “Uh, yeah. Thanks.”
Lily and I got into his truck. She sat passenger and I sat between them. Lily was twitching more than usual. It was unsettling, but nothing like the guy on my left who couldn’t stop looking at her.
We drove for about 30 miles of awkward conversation between me and the guy. Then he turned down a dirt road. There was a weathered barn and a small house off in the distance. The moon made the barn look horrifying, highlighting the frayed shingling on the torn roof.
He pulled up to the house and put the truck in park, letting it rumble. “There’s a phone inside.”
“Could you actually take us into town?”
“Ah, I gotta head back out into the country. I can wait until you get a cab, though.” He turned off the truck and hopped out, grabbing something from the bed of the truck.
“I’d really be more comfortable if--”
The guy came around our side of the truck and swung the door open. He pointed a shotgun at us. Lily fainted and I backed away, sliding across the seat towards the driver’s door. “You just had to play it the hard way, didn’t you?” His voice no longer had the southern twang. “Get the fuck out of my truck.” His eyes were black, like his pupils were far too big. Had they been that way before? “Out!”
I pushed past Lily and got out, hands up.
The man grabbed Lily and swung her over his shoulder, gun still on me. “Inside. Now.”
I started towards the farmhouse up ahead, but he kicked me.
“Go to the barn, Anne.”
I wanted to spin around and look him in the eyes, pray I recognized him from somewhere and this was just some elaborate prank, but I looked down at my feet and turned them towards the barn.
Inside, it was dark and dusty. Some moonlight filtered through the torn roof and onto the dry-rotting beams. The smell was like rancid sawdust and sour sweat.
The silver light illuminated two metal cages in the corner. “Grab one and take it to the truck.”
I nodded, shotgun at my back. The cage was heavier than it looked. It was a cube about waist-high. The man grabbed the other one with ease, still shouldering Lily and pointing the gun at me. We took them to the battered truck. He opened the bed and we plopped them in.
“Get in.”
I looked at him.
He looked back.
I breathed a small sigh and climbed into the bed of the truck. I found the door to the cage, unlatched it, and crawled in. He shoved Lily into the other, not really minding her orientation inside it. He slammed the cage shut and produced two locks from his pocket.
He locked her cage and gave me an evil smile. He locked mine and then pushed the tailgate back up.
“Where are we going?”
“We’ll be there in two hours. It doesn’t matter where it is.” He chuckled. “Oh and don’t try anything. I don’t mind using this thing if I have to.” He showed me the gun and then hopped inside the cab.
As the wind froze us in the truck bed, I racked my brain for his face. He wasn’t there. I needed an explanation. Had I told him my name in the truck? I wouldn’t have proffered mine without him first giving his. Those eyes, though… He was either high or… well I don’t know…
I wasn’t sure what was down these roads, but wasn’t going to doom myself by not making a mental map. It started as a simple list and I added details as we went, repeating the list over and over until it was etched into my mind.
I won’t bore you with the details, but basically, we drove north for a half-hour before turning east down a dirt road that eventually became a full-fledged highway. We were still in the middle of nowhere, but I took note of anything monumental we went by: silos, cow fields, etc. Anything that could help.
Then we arrived. It looked like a factory with smoke billowing from those huge tube things, several small buildings that may have been offices, and piping that wound its way around the main buildings to smaller storage areas. What shocked me was that the whole thing was lit with neon lights. Most factories I’ve seen don’t have bright neon lights that illuminate the rising smoke and the walkways. I would’ve expected some kind of lighting, but not that. I mean it didn’t make sense. It was almost like we’d stepped into Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner.
The rumbling truck drove through the empty factory-town slowly. Lily was somehow still out. I tried to wake her, but she didn’t budge when I reached through my cage and yanked on her -- well -- my shirt.
It was definitely an ugly factory, but so interesting and beautifully lit. I felt a smile come to my lips, but I pushed it away.
The truck came to an abrupt stop. The man hopped out and came back to us. He shook Lily’s cage, eyes still black as hell. She didn’t wake up. He looked over at me, “Stay put.” Apparently he found this line humorous. He chuckled through his teeth as he opened the tailgate. Then he walked towards a nearby building and went in. The heavy door solidly shut behind him.
I looked at the lock. It was not gonna come off this thing, so I didn’t waste my energy with that. I did, however, yank on Lily’s shirt harder. I reached further through the grate and was able to grab hold of some skin on her arm. “Lily!” I whispered loudly at her. “Wake up!” I pinched. Hard. I smacked her arm.
She was as non-responsive as a rock. Nothing. She was still breathing, but didn’t give any kind of response to my efforts.
The guy came back outside, pushing a cart, with two other people behind him: a man and a woman, both: bespectacled, white-coated, and boring-as-hell-looking. They walked over to us, but didn’t seem to pay any attention to me. They immediately regarded Lily, eyes wide. They touched her and pulled at her -- my -- clothes.
I was frozen, but managed to work up the courage to ask, “What are you people doing?”
The scientists glanced over at me, but then continued to study Lily’s eyes, skin, hair. The other guy, towering behind them, glared at me and ran a finger over his throat.
The woman turned to our kidnapper, “Judd, take them into bay 3.”
He nodded and the two scientists went back into the building. Judd loaded us onto the cart and wheeled us into the building.
Bay 3 was a large lab with a big hospital bed in the middle. Lily had been strapped down to this, beneath an array of robotic, medical arms and instruments above her. Judd had just set my cage down in the corner of the room. Along the walls were several large displays and control centers: presumably from where to watch and operate the robotic arms.
We were alone in the room for a while: she strapped to the hospital bed, nodes attached to her head and chest and a dextrose intravenous drip in her arm, and me in my cage. I wasn’t sure if they were listening, but I didn’t care. “Lily! Wake up!” I yelled until my voice was hoarse.
Finally, she emerged from her sleep. She whispered, “I need something to eat. I don’t feel well.”
Moments later, the male scientist came in. He brought her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on a paper plate and a plastic cup of what I assumed was milk. It looked so good. He cut into the sandwich and the smooth peanut butter squeezed out. He held the triangle-cut sandwich to her lips and she ate.
When she’d finished the sandwich and milk, she said through a milk-mustached mouth, “You’ll regret this.”
The scientist dropped the empty cup and plate onto the ground and slapped her across the face. “Oh yeah? Show me!”
Lily mumbled something under her breath.
“What was that?” The little guy in the white lab coat danced around by the bed, taunting her. He pushed his ear towards her to feign interest in what she mumbled.
Lily’s voice rose slowly in volume, but it was like it was still mumbled. All the sounds were a jumbled, unintelligible mess.
The scientist turned his attention towards me, the peanut-butter-sandwich-cutting knife in his hand. He kicked my cage and then got down onto the ground, pointing the knife at me, but staring at her. “What’re you gonna do, Lily?” he mocked.
Her voice continued to rise, above a conversational level to a booming roar of garbled noise. She pulled herself up from the bed, loosening the straps that bound her. Her eyes were wild and she smiled wickedly.
The scientist dropped the knife, terror on his face. He ran to the exit and slammed the door closed behind him.
One of the robotic arms above Lily bent down and slammed into her chest. I guess it was a taser of some kind because she seized for a few moments and then fell limp. The straps on the bed pulled taut again, tightened by some hidden mechanism.
“Lily!”
I reached for the knife, but it was too far. I scooted, inch-by-inch. So close.
At the far end of the room, the door slammed open again. In came the female scientist. She spotted the knife and ran towards it.
But she was too slow. I pulled it into my cage, holding it defensively towards her. She pulled a syringe out of her lab-coat pocket with a smile. I stuck the knife out of the cage, lunging at her as much as I could in the small space. She dodged out of the way, escaping with a small cut, and plunging the syringe into my exposed arm. She took the knife from my hand as my vision faded.
When I woke, the scientists were standing above my cage. Lily was still strapped in.
“I don’t see why we need her.”
“You saw the reaction I was able to get from Lily.”
“She’s awake.” She readied a syringe, pulling liquid from a small vial. “I’m sorry it’s come to this. You shouldn’t have been involved in the first place, but that damn tracker didn’t know what he was doing.”
I panicked. “But you need me!” My voice was slurred. The drug in my system was still wearing off.
“And how would you know? You don’t even have the faintest idea of who we are or what that is.” She pointed at Lily.
I looked over at her. “She has some kind of disorder or something?”
The woman laughed. “Disorder? Honey, Lily is more special than 10,000 of you. We’d like her brain as well, but if we can’t convince her, the body will do just fine.”
“What is she?”
“Well, she’s an angel, honey. Fallen, yes, but still worlds more valuable than you. You have nothing to offer us. We don’t need you.” She turned toward the man. “Hold her down.”
He did.
She grabbed my shoulder and pulled back my sleeve, exposing skin.
I shook with all my might, but was unable to pull loose.
“This is the kind way, darling. Stop shaking. I’ll get a gun if I have to.”
Lily stirred on the bed. I shook all the harder. Lily looked over. She pulled on the straps, but they were tighter than before. She strained against them.
The needle was pressed against my skin.
Lily shook the bed with all her might, turning the heads of the scientists. There was a flash of light. I knew it was Lily. I could feel her everywhere. She was all around me, protecting me…
But it was too late. The needle punctured my skin, the liquid was injected. I felt my vision fade. I felt everything fade. I felt nothing. I was gone.
I was gone.
When I woke up, it was bright. I could feel Lily around me. My vision adjusted slowly, revealing a lab… no… it was a hospital. I was on the bed this time, Lily was sitting in a seat next to me. My parents were here too.
Mom jumped from her seat. “She’s awake!” Mom had been crying. Her makeup was all smudged. Dad’s eyes were red, too. Lily was beaming, almost glowing.
I looked towards my parents and stretched weak arms toward them. They hugged me tighter than ever. I had to push them off to get some air in my weakened body.
“So you’ve met Lily, huh? The girl that saved my life.”
Mom squinted at me. “Huh? Who?”
Dad frowned. “They said you ate some bad cherry pie or something.”
“Cherry pie?” I pointed over at Lily, but my expression faded. She was gone.
Today:
I was outside playing with my puppy this afternoon when I could’ve sworn Lily was right behind me. I felt her presence again. All of the horrible events of that night rushed back in, but I also remembered all the fun we had getting to know each other. I wanted to know her real story.
I feel like Lily’s moved on to a better place. Something about her presence felt different… stronger, more at peace. I can’t know for sure, but I think she’s where she’s meant to be. I know she still watches me, though.
This afternoon, I knew I needed to put words to what happened. It was the least I could do for her.
Lily, if you’re out there, I hope to God that you’re alright. If you ever need a home-cooked meal or some clean clothes, just drop by. My parents would love to serve you and I’d love to prove to them that you and my story are real. For real, though… I enjoyed the small amount of time we had together. Before the kidnapping, of course… I’d also love to hear your real story if you ever have time. Be safe out there :)
With Love,
Anne
In other news, I am looking for a traveling companion. I’m going to go back to find the warehouse, but I’m not going unprepared. If any of you are interested or have experience with this kind of thing, please leave a comment below.
Until next time…
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2020.09.21 09:32 MysteriousMage Hidden pee

Authors's Note: So nearly a week ago I challenged myself to write something every single day. I did this for a few reasons, first to keep me writing and hopefully help me improve my writing skills, second was to force me to explore avenues of writing that I might ignore if I took a more relaxed approach, and third I just wanted to face the challenge. As far as the first goes I have definitely seen improvement already, though part of that is definitely from finding a great discord community for writers that was willing to help. The second has already happened as well, on day four I ended up writing a pair of very emotional pieces that might qualify as poetry. Now then about what I'm sharing here today, it was originally part of my daily writing challenge for day 3, this version has been edited and also had an extra passage added in the middle. A HUGE shoutout goes to Boo and Ottdragon on "The Writing Cafe" discord for taking the time to look at and edit the piece. Not only did they do that but they sat down and chatted with me about it, so that I could understand why they suggested the changes that they did and I could explain my reasoning and see if that changed their feedback. Also Boo went above and beyond and gave the piece a second look over after I went through his suggestions and implemented some of them. If you wish to see this piece in it's original format, any of my other daily challenge pieces, or in fact anything else that I write you can head over to my personal subreddit. https://www.reddit.com/MysteriousMageArchive/
A bit more about the piece, when I was writing it I was attemping for horror but have been told it falls into the thriller genre. I am too unfamiliar with either genre to know for sure but felt I should warn either way since some people might not want to read as there is definitely violence. Feel free to leave feedback and critiques, I am always ready to get better at writing. While I don't plan on editing this again, any tips would definitely help make future works better.
So without further ado here is Cabin in what is most likely it's final form.
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My face split open and I released an unholy sound as a massive yawn took over my body, when I finally regained control of the muscles in my face I took a look at the GPS;we still had another thirty minutes before we finally made it to our destination. I’m glad I wasn’t driving because if I had been we would not have made it to our destination. As for our destination, I was exhilarated. I finally managed to get Mark, my boyfriend, to tell me where we were going after badgering him for the first forty-five minutes of our nine hour drive. Before we left, all he told me was that we were leaving on a trip for a week and that it was going to be a nine hour drive. As it turns out he managed to find someone online that was renting out a cabin in Colorado for an extremely cheap price. Apparently the per-day price was so cheap and the pictures looked far too nice for the price that my boyfriend originally thought it was a scam, but he managed to convince the owner to do a walk through while on a video call. The cabin was exactly as advertised and the reason for the low price was that the owner didn’t really want the money. Another yawn forced its way out of me which caused my boyfriend to look over at me in concern.
“You know it’s fine if you fall asleep right? We are almost there and I’ll carry you to bed so that you don’t even have to wake up.”
“I’ll make it.” I said through yet another yawn. “I’ll need to pee before bed anyways.”
“If you say so. I can’t wait for you to see it. The pictures looked positively amazing. There was this one picture of the view from the porch at sunset that was absolutely gorgeous.” he said as he rested his hand on my thigh, “Just like you.” He flirted as he looked at me out of the corner of his eye. I could feel my cheeks begin to flush, even after six years together he can still make me blush with even the smallest of compliments.
I slid my hand into his and pulled it to my lips for a quick kiss. We spent the rest of the drive in silence, content to just exist together holding hands. We pulled up to the gate of a wrought iron fence that stood fifteen feet tall, that seemed excessive if you asked me. Mark stopped the car and walked over to the mailbox by the gate, he fiddled with something underneath it for a moment before moving to the gate to unlock and open it. When he climbed back into the car I raised my eyebrow at him.
“The keys to the gate and the cabin were left in a box with a code to open it” he explained, as he rolled the car slowly through the gate “Also he requested that we keep the gate closed. apparently he’s had issues with local wildlife causing some property damage, nothing dangerous though.” He quickly jumped out and closed the gate, and we headed towards the cabin.
The property was quite large even while doing about fifteen miles per hour it took us a couple minutes to reach the cabin from the gate. We tiredly grabbed our suitcases and Mark grabbed the small bag of groceries we had brought to feed ourselves tomorrow, then we headed inside. Mark quickly put the groceries away, while I searched for the closest bedroom as there were apparently four, two downstairs and two upstairs. I stumbled through a doorway and found myself in the master bedroom. I dropped my suitcase and ran into the bathroom, the slight urge to pee that I had felt earlier now the only thought in my head. While I quickly did my business, I heard a crash and a grunt from inside the bedroom, and I realized that I might have dropped my suitcase in the doorway and hadn’t even bothered to turn on the light.
“Lily,” Mark shouted exasperatedly, “were you trying to kill me with the suitcase in the doorway?”
“I’m sorry, I just really had to pee.” I whined back at him.
I finished up and left the bathroom, shedding my clothes as I made my way to the bed. “I don’t think you are going to be able get me out of bed until like noon at the absolute earliest.” I managed to say while releasing yet another yawn.
Mark paused his undressing to lean forward and give me a quick kiss. “That’s alright. In fact how do you like the sound of waffles for breakfast in bed?” he asked. “No earlier than noon.” He rushed to amend when he saw me start to open my mouth.
“Sounds like heaven.” I mumbled and I crawled into the bed with my eyes closed, already losing the ability to perceive the world around me.
...
I don’t know why I awoke, even without opening my eyes I knew that it was still dark and I had gotten at most a couple hours of sleep. I didn’t even open my eyes as I tried to fall back into unconsciousness, but something was wrong. That’s when the smell hit me, that slightly metallic smell that could only come from blood. It was like that first whiff of blood flipped a switch in my body and suddenly I could feel it, my entire body felt wet and sticky. My eyes flew open; only inches away was Mark’s face. His eyes were even wider than mine, but there was something else wrong about them, they were glassy and lifeless. I felt like I was falling as I was finally able to tear my eyes away from Mark’s and take in the rest of his appearance. His mouth was opened like he was trying to say something, and just below that his throat was sliced apart, it almost looked like someone had tried to remove his head from his shoulders. I wanted to scream and run from the room, but I was frozen, unable to move, as comprehension of what I was seeing slowly managed to push its way into my groggy thoughts.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to wake up.”
Those words slithered from out of the darkness and into my mind, where they started to circle tighter and tighter, slowly constricting the life from all the other thoughts in my head, until it was only them that remained. Finally after a timeless void that could have been either hours or milliseconds I was able to produce a thought of my own. The only thought that was able to break through those words, was that there was now something that I knew that no one else in the entire world knew. I knew what The Devil’s voice sounded like.
“You really weren’t joking about how tired you were.” The voice continued, but I couldn’t process what was said, because I was now able to put a face to the voice as it glided out of the shadows and into the moonlight. I almost expected to see fangs protruding from the mouth and for it to burst into flames at the mere touch of light, but neither of those things were true. Instead what I was confronted with was a slightly wrinkled face with a long beard and scraggly hair both of which were in the middle of the process of transitioning from grey to pure white.
“I was planning on waiting a few days before doing this but once I saw you, I knew I couldn’t wait.” He said while slowly walking towards me. My brain still couldn’t process what he was saying and my body wasn’t listening to my desperate pleas for it to flee. “He was no good to me alive, but you on the other hand, I can have fun with you before the end. Don’t you worry though. You can still have your waffles.” That word finally smashed into me like someone had dropped an anvil on my chest, I could barely breathe as my eyes widened. He had been watching us.
“That’s right. I heard everything.” He said when he noticed the comprehension in my eyes, and he pointed at something. My eyes followed the line between his finger and the wall, where I noticed that the bookshelf over there had been moved slightly revealing a hidden room.
He yanked the blanket off the bed and climbed on top of me, smirking when the absence of the blanket revealed my naked body. I finally broke through whatever it was that had kept my body frozen and started to punch and push at him as I tried to get him off of me. He laughed,as I struggled, clearly not phased at all. In a desperate move I managed to get a knee between his legs with all my strength behind it. He collapsed and fell off the bed, as his eyes bulged out of his head and he struggled for air.
I ran from the room as fast as I could, I tore through the cabin and slammed through the front door barely even breaking stride. I flew into the driveway where I slammed into the driver’s door of our car, I actually managed to put a small dent into it. My hand fought with the handle but the car was locked, of course it was, and even if it wasn’t I hadn’t grabbed the keys. Abandoning the thought of using the car I tore off down the driveway towards the gate, I might be a ways from the nearest town but we had passed another driveway about ten minutes before turning off the road to this one. Surely the people there would be able to help me. Just as I started to hope that I would actually survive this nightmare, I crashed into the gate, the gate that wouldn’t open because just like the car it was locked. I fell to the ground, certain that I was going to die, but I also knew it wouldn’t be soon, that man was clearly planning on torturing me first. I didn’t want to die, I had to think of something. It was only in that moment that the full weight of my current situation hit me. I was trapped inside an enclosed property with a fence I couldn’t climb, being stalked by a man that wanted to torture and kill me, covered in my boyfriends blood, and completely naked.
I couldn’t stay here for long or he would find me, so I forced my body to move. First things first, I needed to find a weapon. I wanted to get a knife from the kitchen, but things wouldn’t be that simple. He had to have recovered by now so I couldn’t just follow the driveway. I tore into the trees that lined the drive and tried to take a circular path back to the cabin. Now that I could think properly again, I felt every single stone and stick on the ground beneath my feet as I ran and every branch and thorn that sliced open my flesh as I crashed through the foliage. I forced myself to slow down to a walk, not to keep from injuring myself because I couldn’t care less. In fact, maybe it was better if I bled out before he found me. No, I slowed so that he wouldn’t be able to hear me as I fled.
I was approaching the clearing that I assumed held the cabin since I was able to see a structure through the trees. I came to a stop behind a tree and took my time to search for any sign of that man. There was no sign of him, but this also wasn't the cabin, it was a large shed. My spirits rose, the man wouldn't be here because he would either be following me or waiting for me to return for the keys, and I would almost certainly be able to find a weapon. I quickly ran over to the shed and flung the doors open. What awaited me inside was no ordinary shed. It looked like a cross between a place where you would butcher animals and someone’s private study. In the center of the room was a large metal table with many strange implements on it, off to one side was a very large chest freezer, on the other side was a bookshelf, lying on its shelves were a large number of strange books and none of them seemed to have a title on the spine. The back wall seemed to be the strangest though, it was covered in photos. I ran forward and grabbed a knife off of the metal table. I wanted to turn around and make a run for the car keys and gate keys that Mark had left of the bedside table, but I couldn’t help from looking at the photos on the wall. I wasn’t too far away to make anything out and eventually curiosity got the better of me, I moved closer to the wall. Each and every photo showed a different person’s corpse on the metal table that stood behind me. So. Many. There were definitely more than a hundred photos on the wall. I didn’t have time to stop and count them all, and I’m not sure if I wanted to know the answer if I did.
I turned around and began to walk towards the door, but my eyes were drawn to the bookshelf. The books seemed to be calling me. I don’t remember walking over to the bookshelf and picking up a book, but the next thing I knew I was cracking open one of the leather bound books. The first pages seemed to be some sort of hand written journal, and from the few snippets I read it seemed to be an account of how that man had tortured someone. Things changed after about ten pages, the journal entries were replaced by cooking recipes. Comprehension flooded through me and I doubled over while the contents of my stomach were launched from my mouth as my body tried to turn itself inside out. I knew what this place was, what that creature that dared to try and call itself a man planned on doing with me when it was done with me. What it planned on doing to Mark and what it had clearly done with so many before us.
I finally stopped retching and managed to flee that nightmare. I saw a path that I assumed would lead me back to the cabin. I had to get back there and get the keys and escape. This was no longer just about my survival, I had to alert someone. That thing needed to be removed from this world. Suddenly I remembered the strange thoughts I had immediately after waking up and realized I had been right. Somehow I instinctively knew that the thing that had crept from the shadows was indeed the Devil. It just took until now for me to know the truth of what my instincts had tried to warn me all along. That was when it burst the trees where I had come from.
“I found you.” It cackled gleefully an evil grin plastered across its face.
I tore down the path, my legs moving faster than they had ever moved in my entire life. After a minute of that painful pace I risked a glance backwards. What I saw terrified me and spurred my legs into an even faster pace, that creature was slowly but surely gaining on me. That small glimpse allowed me to ignore the pain in my legs and the balls of fire that used to be called my lungs. I could see the cabin in front of me, the front door was now closed and not open like I had left it, but that didn’t matter. I screeched to a halt and flung the door open as quickly as I could, but just as I began the motion to move through it, I was tackled from behind. I was driven painfully into the floor, barely able to keep the knife in my hand from piercing my own body.
“Caught you.” The voice hissed into my ear, before forcefully rolling me from my stomach onto my back. It perched on my stomach as it stared manically into my eyes, a sharp movement tore my gaze from its eyes to its mouth where the tongue flicked back into its mouth like a snake’s. Despite how dire my situation seemed to be, I still had a chance, it was focused on my face and wasn’t restraining my arms. I slammed the fist that still held the knife into its face, driving the blade into its eye. I heard a crack and felt some resistance that quickly gave way as the blade sunk in so far that my hand collided with its brow ridge. Its body toppled off of mine and I just lay there catching my breath and feeling my heart slowly come down from its insane pace.
I collapsed back into the bed next to Mark, desperately hoping to feel him wrap his arms around me and comfort me, but knowing there was no hope. He was gone. He would forever be gone. I was alone now. Completely alone. The tears that had refused to come while I traveled through Hell finally decided to make an appearance. I spent hours laying there crying whilst clinging to Mark's body as if hoping that if I held him hard enough, long enough, he might be returned to me. I felt the warmth of sunlight striking my blood covered skin and knew that dawn had arrived. I needed to get up and drive far enough to get a signal so I could call the police. Then when they finally let me go after confirming what actually happened, here tonight, I would have to make the drive home, alone. I wasn't sure if I could do it, could go on without Mark in my life. No, I had to. Mark's parents deserved to know what happened to him, how much I was eternally thankful for every second that he had been in my life.
I don't know why I did it. What cruel puppet master took over my body, hadn't I suffered enough tonight? Apparently not, because there I was kneeling in front of the suitcase holding it as another and somehow impossible larger wave and anguish tore through my body, wailing so hard I could feel my vocal chords shredding themselves. I was supposed to be grabbing a set of clothes from my suitcase to put on, but that is not what happened, as I moved towards the pair of suitcases instead of moving towards mine, my body disobeyed me and grabbed Mark's; not even knowing what my body was doing or why it was doing it. I was searching his suitcase. I knew nothing good could come from this, despite my desperate desire to stop, my body would not listen to my pleas. That’s when I found it hidden away in an interior pocket. At first I didn’t know what it was when my fingers first touched its velvety exterior, but as I grabbed a hold of it and pulled it out into the light of day, I knew. I knew what it was before I was even able to look at it. Tears filled my eyes once again and my gaze finally touched the black velvet box, in the shape of a small cube. I opened the box with trembling fingers, inside was of course an engagement ring. I had known that before my fingers even moved to open it, but what I hadn’t known was that it would be perfect. It really was perfect. The knowledge that Mark was planning on proposing to me during this vacation was what finally ripped me apart. Nothing was left inside be but a void, a void that was slowly filling with despair. I slid the ring onto my finger as I prepared myself for what had to come next.
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Your hand lowers as you read the last line of the suicide note. No, that’s not right. Suicide essay. That’s better. That describes what you had just been forced to read. Your eyes fall upon the bed where the two bodies lay naked in a final embrace, their lips still locked together a steak knife protruding from the woman’s chest. No! You know her name. A steak knife protruding from Lily Thompson’s chest. You folded the pages that contained Lily’s final thoughts in half as you place them into the inside pocket of your coat, before turning to return to your squad car. You know this call would haunt you for the rest of your life. You had heard the stories of people disappearing around these areas, you had even once heard a rumor that it was creepy old man Higgins behind it all. But that was all they had been, stories and rumors. There had never been even a shred of evidence of what had been happening here for decades. You passed Higgins’s body in the main room of the cabin, barely able to keep from spitting on his body. You had seen the shed. Seen the pictures. Seen the stack of journals. Seen what was inside that freezer. You had forced yourself to count the pictures. One hundred seventy-three. He had done this to one hundred seventy three people. No it was one hundred seventy five people.There were two pictures missing. You know that after finishing your report that you will be making a nine hour drive. You can’t do what has to be done over the phone and you know that you can not trust anybody else to do it.
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2020.09.21 09:28 MysteriousMage Hidden pee

Authors's Note: So nearly a week ago I challenged myself to write something every single day. I did this for a few reasons, first to keep me writing and hopefully help me improve my writing skills, second was to force me to explore avenues of writing that I might ignore if I took a more relaxed approach, and third I just wanted to face the challenge. As far as the first goes I have definitely seen improvement already, though part of that is definitely from finding a great discord community for writers that was willing to help. The second has already happened as well, on day four I ended up writing a pair of very emotional pieces that might qualify as poetry. Now then about what I'm sharing here today, it was originally part of my daily writing challenge for day 3, this version has been edited and also had an extra passage added in the middle. A HUGE shoutout goes to Boo and Ottdragon on "The Writing Cafe" discord for taking the time to look at and edit the piece. Not only did they do that but they sat down and chatted with me about it, so that I could understand why they suggested the changes that they did and I could explain my reasoning and see if that changed their feedback. Also Boo went above and beyond and gave the piece a second look over after I went through his suggestions and implemented some of them. If you wish to see this piece in it's original format, any of my other daily challenge pieces, or in fact anything else that I write you can head over to my personal subreddit. https://www.reddit.com/MysteriousMageArchive/
A bit more about the piece, when I was writing it I was attemping for horror but have been told it falls into the thriller genre. I am too unfamiliar with either genre to know for sure but felt I should warn either way since some people might not want to read as there is definitely violence.
So without further ado here is Cabin in what is most likely it's final form.
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My face split open and I released an unholy sound as a massive yawn took over my body, when I finally regained control of the muscles in my face I took a look at the GPS;we still had another thirty minutes before we finally made it to our destination. I’m glad I wasn’t driving because if I had been we would not have made it to our destination. As for our destination, I was exhilarated. I finally managed to get Mark, my boyfriend, to tell me where we were going after badgering him for the first forty-five minutes of our nine hour drive. Before we left, all he told me was that we were leaving on a trip for a week and that it was going to be a nine hour drive. As it turns out he managed to find someone online that was renting out a cabin in Colorado for an extremely cheap price. Apparently the per-day price was so cheap and the pictures looked far too nice for the price that my boyfriend originally thought it was a scam, but he managed to convince the owner to do a walk through while on a video call. The cabin was exactly as advertised and the reason for the low price was that the owner didn’t really want the money. Another yawn forced its way out of me which caused my boyfriend to look over at me in concern.
“You know it’s fine if you fall asleep right? We are almost there and I’ll carry you to bed so that you don’t even have to wake up.”
“I’ll make it.” I said through yet another yawn. “I’ll need to pee before bed anyways.”
“If you say so. I can’t wait for you to see it. The pictures looked positively amazing. There was this one picture of the view from the porch at sunset that was absolutely gorgeous.” he said as he rested his hand on my thigh, “Just like you.” He flirted as he looked at me out of the corner of his eye. I could feel my cheeks begin to flush, even after six years together he can still make me blush with even the smallest of compliments.
I slid my hand into his and pulled it to my lips for a quick kiss. We spent the rest of the drive in silence, content to just exist together holding hands. We pulled up to the gate of a wrought iron fence that stood fifteen feet tall, that seemed excessive if you asked me. Mark stopped the car and walked over to the mailbox by the gate, he fiddled with something underneath it for a moment before moving to the gate to unlock and open it. When he climbed back into the car I raised my eyebrow at him.
“The keys to the gate and the cabin were left in a box with a code to open it” he explained, as he rolled the car slowly through the gate “Also he requested that we keep the gate closed. apparently he’s had issues with local wildlife causing some property damage, nothing dangerous though.” He quickly jumped out and closed the gate, and we headed towards the cabin.
The property was quite large even while doing about fifteen miles per hour it took us a couple minutes to reach the cabin from the gate. We tiredly grabbed our suitcases and Mark grabbed the small bag of groceries we had brought to feed ourselves tomorrow, then we headed inside. Mark quickly put the groceries away, while I searched for the closest bedroom as there were apparently four, two downstairs and two upstairs. I stumbled through a doorway and found myself in the master bedroom. I dropped my suitcase and ran into the bathroom, the slight urge to pee that I had felt earlier now the only thought in my head. While I quickly did my business, I heard a crash and a grunt from inside the bedroom, and I realized that I might have dropped my suitcase in the doorway and hadn’t even bothered to turn on the light.
“Lily,” Mark shouted exasperatedly, “were you trying to kill me with the suitcase in the doorway?”
“I’m sorry, I just really had to pee.” I whined back at him.
I finished up and left the bathroom, shedding my clothes as I made my way to the bed. “I don’t think you are going to be able get me out of bed until like noon at the absolute earliest.” I managed to say while releasing yet another yawn.
Mark paused his undressing to lean forward and give me a quick kiss. “That’s alright. In fact how do you like the sound of waffles for breakfast in bed?” he asked. “No earlier than noon.” He rushed to amend when he saw me start to open my mouth.
“Sounds like heaven.” I mumbled and I crawled into the bed with my eyes closed, already losing the ability to perceive the world around me.
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I don’t know why I awoke, even without opening my eyes I knew that it was still dark and I had gotten at most a couple hours of sleep. I didn’t even open my eyes as I tried to fall back into unconsciousness, but something was wrong. That’s when the smell hit me, that slightly metallic smell that could only come from blood. It was like that first whiff of blood flipped a switch in my body and suddenly I could feel it, my entire body felt wet and sticky. My eyes flew open; only inches away was Mark’s face. His eyes were even wider than mine, but there was something else wrong about them, they were glassy and lifeless. I felt like I was falling as I was finally able to tear my eyes away from Mark’s and take in the rest of his appearance. His mouth was opened like he was trying to say something, and just below that his throat was sliced apart, it almost looked like someone had tried to remove his head from his shoulders. I wanted to scream and run from the room, but I was frozen, unable to move, as comprehension of what I was seeing slowly managed to push its way into my groggy thoughts.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to wake up.”
Those words slithered from out of the darkness and into my mind, where they started to circle tighter and tighter, slowly constricting the life from all the other thoughts in my head, until it was only them that remained. Finally after a timeless void that could have been either hours or milliseconds I was able to produce a thought of my own. The only thought that was able to break through those words, was that there was now something that I knew that no one else in the entire world knew. I knew what The Devil’s voice sounded like.
“You really weren’t joking about how tired you were.” The voice continued, but I couldn’t process what was said, because I was now able to put a face to the voice as it glided out of the shadows and into the moonlight. I almost expected to see fangs protruding from the mouth and for it to burst into flames at the mere touch of light, but neither of those things were true. Instead what I was confronted with was a slightly wrinkled face with a long beard and scraggly hair both of which were in the middle of the process of transitioning from grey to pure white.
“I was planning on waiting a few days before doing this but once I saw you, I knew I couldn’t wait.” He said while slowly walking towards me. My brain still couldn’t process what he was saying and my body wasn’t listening to my desperate pleas for it to flee. “He was no good to me alive, but you on the other hand, I can have fun with you before the end. Don’t you worry though. You can still have your waffles.” That word finally smashed into me like someone had dropped an anvil on my chest, I could barely breathe as my eyes widened. He had been watching us.
“That’s right. I heard everything.” He said when he noticed the comprehension in my eyes, and he pointed at something. My eyes followed the line between his finger and the wall, where I noticed that the bookshelf over there had been moved slightly revealing a hidden room.
He yanked the blanket off the bed and climbed on top of me, smirking when the absence of the blanket revealed my naked body. I finally broke through whatever it was that had kept my body frozen and started to punch and push at him as I tried to get him off of me. He laughed,as I struggled, clearly not phased at all. In a desperate move I managed to get a knee between his legs with all my strength behind it. He collapsed and fell off the bed, as his eyes bulged out of his head and he struggled for air.
I ran from the room as fast as I could, I tore through the cabin and slammed through the front door barely even breaking stride. I flew into the driveway where I slammed into the driver’s door of our car, I actually managed to put a small dent into it. My hand fought with the handle but the car was locked, of course it was, and even if it wasn’t I hadn’t grabbed the keys. Abandoning the thought of using the car I tore off down the driveway towards the gate, I might be a ways from the nearest town but we had passed another driveway about ten minutes before turning off the road to this one. Surely the people there would be able to help me. Just as I started to hope that I would actually survive this nightmare, I crashed into the gate, the gate that wouldn’t open because just like the car it was locked. I fell to the ground, certain that I was going to die, but I also knew it wouldn’t be soon, that man was clearly planning on torturing me first. I didn’t want to die, I had to think of something. It was only in that moment that the full weight of my current situation hit me. I was trapped inside an enclosed property with a fence I couldn’t climb, being stalked by a man that wanted to torture and kill me, covered in my boyfriends blood, and completely naked.
I couldn’t stay here for long or he would find me, so I forced my body to move. First things first, I needed to find a weapon. I wanted to get a knife from the kitchen, but things wouldn’t be that simple. He had to have recovered by now so I couldn’t just follow the driveway. I tore into the trees that lined the drive and tried to take a circular path back to the cabin. Now that I could think properly again, I felt every single stone and stick on the ground beneath my feet as I ran and every branch and thorn that sliced open my flesh as I crashed through the foliage. I forced myself to slow down to a walk, not to keep from injuring myself because I couldn’t care less. In fact, maybe it was better if I bled out before he found me. No, I slowed so that he wouldn’t be able to hear me as I fled.
I was approaching the clearing that I assumed held the cabin since I was able to see a structure through the trees. I came to a stop behind a tree and took my time to search for any sign of that man. There was no sign of him, but this also wasn't the cabin, it was a large shed. My spirits rose, the man wouldn't be here because he would either be following me or waiting for me to return for the keys, and I would almost certainly be able to find a weapon. I quickly ran over to the shed and flung the doors open. What awaited me inside was no ordinary shed. It looked like a cross between a place where you would butcher animals and someone’s private study. In the center of the room was a large metal table with many strange implements on it, off to one side was a very large chest freezer, on the other side was a bookshelf, lying on its shelves were a large number of strange books and none of them seemed to have a title on the spine. The back wall seemed to be the strangest though, it was covered in photos. I ran forward and grabbed a knife off of the metal table. I wanted to turn around and make a run for the car keys and gate keys that Mark had left of the bedside table, but I couldn’t help from looking at the photos on the wall. I wasn’t too far away to make anything out and eventually curiosity got the better of me, I moved closer to the wall. Each and every photo showed a different person’s corpse on the metal table that stood behind me. So. Many. There were definitely more than a hundred photos on the wall. I didn’t have time to stop and count them all, and I’m not sure if I wanted to know the answer if I did.
I turned around and began to walk towards the door, but my eyes were drawn to the bookshelf. The books seemed to be calling me. I don’t remember walking over to the bookshelf and picking up a book, but the next thing I knew I was cracking open one of the leather bound books. The first pages seemed to be some sort of hand written journal, and from the few snippets I read it seemed to be an account of how that man had tortured someone. Things changed after about ten pages, the journal entries were replaced by cooking recipes. Comprehension flooded through me and I doubled over while the contents of my stomach were launched from my mouth as my body tried to turn itself inside out. I knew what this place was, what that creature that dared to try and call itself a man planned on doing with me when it was done with me. What it planned on doing to Mark and what it had clearly done with so many before us.
I finally stopped retching and managed to flee that nightmare. I saw a path that I assumed would lead me back to the cabin. I had to get back there and get the keys and escape. This was no longer just about my survival, I had to alert someone. That thing needed to be removed from this world. Suddenly I remembered the strange thoughts I had immediately after waking up and realized I had been right. Somehow I instinctively knew that the thing that had crept from the shadows was indeed the Devil. It just took until now for me to know the truth of what my instincts had tried to warn me all along. That was when it burst the trees where I had come from.
“I found you.” It cackled gleefully an evil grin plastered across its face.
I tore down the path, my legs moving faster than they had ever moved in my entire life. After a minute of that painful pace I risked a glance backwards. What I saw terrified me and spurred my legs into an even faster pace, that creature was slowly but surely gaining on me. That small glimpse allowed me to ignore the pain in my legs and the balls of fire that used to be called my lungs. I could see the cabin in front of me, the front door was now closed and not open like I had left it, but that didn’t matter. I screeched to a halt and flung the door open as quickly as I could, but just as I began the motion to move through it, I was tackled from behind. I was driven painfully into the floor, barely able to keep the knife in my hand from piercing my own body.
“Caught you.” The voice hissed into my ear, before forcefully rolling me from my stomach onto my back. It perched on my stomach as it stared manically into my eyes, a sharp movement tore my gaze from its eyes to its mouth where the tongue flicked back into its mouth like a snake’s. Despite how dire my situation seemed to be, I still had a chance, it was focused on my face and wasn’t restraining my arms. I slammed the fist that still held the knife into its face, driving the blade into its eye. I heard a crack and felt some resistance that quickly gave way as the blade sunk in so far that my hand collided with its brow ridge. Its body toppled off of mine and I just lay there catching my breath and feeling my heart slowly come down from its insane pace.
I collapsed back into the bed next to Mark, desperately hoping to feel him wrap his arms around me and comfort me, but knowing there was no hope. He was gone. He would forever be gone. I was alone now. Completely alone. The tears that had refused to come while I traveled through Hell finally decided to make an appearance. I spent hours laying there crying whilst clinging to Mark's body as if hoping that if I held him hard enough, long enough, he might be returned to me. I felt the warmth of sunlight striking my blood covered skin and knew that dawn had arrived. I needed to get up and drive far enough to get a signal so I could call the police. Then when they finally let me go after confirming what actually happened, here tonight, I would have to make the drive home, alone. I wasn't sure if I could do it, could go on without Mark in my life. No, I had to. Mark's parents deserved to know what happened to him, how much I was eternally thankful for every second that he had been in my life.
I don't know why I did it. What cruel puppet master took over my body, hadn't I suffered enough tonight? Apparently not, because there I was kneeling in front of the suitcase holding it as another and somehow impossible larger wave and anguish tore through my body, wailing so hard I could feel my vocal chords shredding themselves. I was supposed to be grabbing a set of clothes from my suitcase to put on, but that is not what happened, as I moved towards the pair of suitcases instead of moving towards mine, my body disobeyed me and grabbed Mark's; not even knowing what my body was doing or why it was doing it. I was searching his suitcase. I knew nothing good could come from this, despite my desperate desire to stop, my body would not listen to my pleas. That’s when I found it hidden away in an interior pocket. At first I didn’t know what it was when my fingers first touched its velvety exterior, but as I grabbed a hold of it and pulled it out into the light of day, I knew. I knew what it was before I was even able to look at it. Tears filled my eyes once again and my gaze finally touched the black velvet box, in the shape of a small cube. I opened the box with trembling fingers, inside was of course an engagement ring. I had known that before my fingers even moved to open it, but what I hadn’t known was that it would be perfect. It really was perfect. The knowledge that Mark was planning on proposing to me during this vacation was what finally ripped me apart. Nothing was left inside be but a void, a void that was slowly filling with despair. I slid the ring onto my finger as I prepared myself for what had to come next.
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Your hand lowers as you read the last line of the suicide note. No, that’s not right. Suicide essay. That’s better. That describes what you had just been forced to read. Your eyes fall upon the bed where the two bodies lay naked in a final embrace, their lips still locked together a steak knife protruding from the woman’s chest. No! You know her name. A steak knife protruding from Lily Thompson’s chest. You folded the pages that contained Lily’s final thoughts in half as you place them into the inside pocket of your coat, before turning to return to your squad car. You know this call would haunt you for the rest of your life. You had heard the stories of people disappearing around these areas, you had even once heard a rumor that it was creepy old man Higgins behind it all. But that was all they had been, stories and rumors. There had never been even a shred of evidence of what had been happening here for decades. You passed Higgins’s body in the main room of the cabin, barely able to keep from spitting on his body. You had seen the shed. Seen the pictures. Seen the stack of journals. Seen what was inside that freezer. You had forced yourself to count the pictures. One hundred seventy-three. He had done this to one hundred seventy three people. No it was one hundred seventy five people.There were two pictures missing. You know that after finishing your report that you will be making a nine hour drive. You can’t do what has to be done over the phone and you know that you can not trust anybody else to do it.
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2020.09.21 02:03 nicholsz Plot question speculation station

I've played this game waaaay too much, and on my muscle-memory replays I started to have more questions about the whole story. I love the world, and all the mystery in it. So many things fit together really neatly, but there's also a lot that's unexplained. There's sort of a sense that Sekiro is just a soldier, and the people driving the plot (Isshin, Emma, Owl, and Genichiro for the most part) have more of a sense of what's happening in Ashina than he does.
Some stuff is obviously supposed to just stay a mystery (like how a huge dragon god showed up and started peeing immortality into the water), but other things that seem more mechanical are still unresolved. And this makes me think about them! It's the mark of great story-telling that I keep revisiting this world. Some of the questions I still think about are:
Why does the temple help the interior ministry re-take Ashina? The temple clearly work with the ministry at several points -- they send "rats" (spies) to scout Ashina before the invasion; they sent fighting monks to raid Hirata Estate in the memory segments; they tried to take the Gun Fort (who is allied with Ashina); and finally the temple "rats" show up in force during the actual invasion.
Some possible answers I can think of include:

What was Owl's plan with the Everblossom? Owl cut the everblossom at some point just before the raid on Hirata, and kept both the original branch (now dried out), and a memory bell that allows for some Buddha-powered time travel to go back to get the fresh one.
This is very convenient for us, since it gives us the means to enter the Fountainhead Palace, and gives us the means to complete the Severance ritual. What use would Owl have for this, though? Why did he go through all this trouble?
I wonder if there are other rituals that we never learn about that include the use of this branch. Owl clearly wants immortality for himself, so the most obvious methods of obtaining that could be:
What was the relationship between Genichiro, Isshin, and the Black Mortal Blade? We know that Isshin in many ways seems to approve of what Genichiro is up to. In some dialog between Isshin and Emma, we hear him talk about how Genichiro will "show up at some point". When she notes that he will give up his humanity, Isshin says that he "would expect no less of his own grandson".
This to me seems to imply that Isshin approves of the use of the immortality swamp mud.
Even further, Isshin seems to imply that there is a relationship between Genichiro's machinations and Isshin's activies: in another piece of dialog, he says that Genichiro "can only swing the [black] Mortal blade a few more times" (presumably because immortality swamp water, not matter how well filtered, is never as good as drinking from the source), at which point "the Tengu is no more".
I might be mis-reading here, but this sounds to me like the Black Mortal Blade isn't' some new piece of equipment that Genichiro pulls out of his ass for your final showdown where he without warning uses it to cut a gate to the underworld in his own neck. Somehow he's been using that thing to keep Isshin's life unnaturally extended already.
Emma also mentions in the first dialog with Genichiro that it "is a miracle that he [Isshin] is still with us". Is that miracle the sneaky swamp mud and black blade slinging of Genichiro? We know you can use it to bring the dead back to life; can you also use it to prevent death through another ritual?
Why was Isshin so strongly opposed to using the blood of the Dragon? If Isshin has been sending Genichiro off to do Buddha knows what with a lethal piece of occult equipment (the Black Mortal Blade), and taking filthy dragon swamp water to immunize himself from its effects, it makes sense that Genichiro would want to stop with all this nonsense and get the real Dragon Blood before he and Isshin both die of TurboDragonCancer.
Why is Isshin pushing so hard against this? It might be that he's just too tenderhearted to the lad Kuro, and hey, we all love Kuro, but this is a guy who waged a bloody coup to retake the lands of Ashina, for what seems like mostly religious purposes rather than hometown pride.
Isshin mentions during one of his drinking sessions that the people of Ashina "were Heretics". Since there's not a lot of dogma around proper swamp water drinking and colorful sword usage in Shinto (at least not that I'm aware of), I have to assume that he means heretical in the sense of getting up to very unnatural things. Does this unnatural activity also have a dark side? Is Isshin aware of some eventual curse that direct exploitation of the Dragon Blood would lead to? Is there something related to the Dragon Blood that could be even worse for Ashina than a return to Shogun rule, and the abolishment of their "religion"?
What is responsible for the decay of the Fountainhead Palace? The timelines in Sekiro are very vague, but it seems like at some point in the far far past (at least an "age" by Senpou Temple reckoning), the big fancy Dragon showed up and made himself at home in the hills of Ashina. Soon after, an Okami settlement at Foundtainhead Palace was made, using architecture and fighting moves that seem pretty reminiscent of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon (i.e. Chinese). There was some kind of war between the Okami and Ashina people, but after the war there seem to have been normalized relations together with traditions like the Dragonspring Pilgrimage, some kind of trade, and visitation like the type taken from Mibu Village.
At some point, Ashina was conquered, and the traditions of the Ashina people were suppressed (at least outside of Mibu Village). Then, during the Sengoku Era, Isshin launched a successful rebellion that shrugged off Shogun rule and re-established the traditions of the Ashina people, and it seems in some way re-normalized relations with the Fountainhead Palace.
The evidence for the re-normalization comes mostly from the fact that Takeru and Tomoe came to stay at Ashina Castle. Then Takeru got sick, and spent the next years or decades trying to find a way to suicide himself.
Some questions that come up for this for me are:
My theory is that somehow the initial conquering of the Ashina people set some kind of downward spiral in motion. Maybe when Ashina was conquered, the Okami people attemped an isolationist strategy, damming the fancy Dragon waters off (perhaps initiating an unwanted flood of their Palace) and shutting down travel from Mibu village (denying them a vital source of labor, and perhaps food, in the process?)
This would explain why Takeru was so keen to GTFO and stay at a normal place like Ashina castle. And maybe without the Divine Heir physically present at the Palace, decay intensified. With no leadership and still no way to trade for food, maybe the residents started to drink the dragon water ("Waters of the Palace") to stay alive, and went through a physical changes that made them the youth-sucking fish people of Sekiro's day.
How did Tomoe and Takeru die? Takeru was no fan of the Dragon Blood, and was hell-bent on getting rid it. In the process, he wrote down a bunch of diaries of his research, and revealed his thoughts and wishes to Tomoe (who was inclined to share them with her protege Genichiro).
It was clear though that while Takeru was sick, there wasn't an obvious way to end his suffering. It's possible he died of pneumonia as a complication of low-altitude life, but I think another scenario might have occurred: I think he or Tomeo managed to find the Black Mortal Blade.
While this blade didn't allow them to complete the rituals that we get to do with the Red blade, they might have attempted them anyway (it was clear they were trying them already with some standard steel swords), with deadly consequence. Or maybe they just noped out of this cruel Earth on purpose as soon as they got that fancy black piece of destruction, in the hopes that with a crumbling Palace and no children of Takeru's it would end the Dragon Curse.
If something like this happened, it would explain why Genichiro already had the Black Mortal Blade, and why Isshin knew about it.
How did Kuro get the Dragon's Blood? One of the big mysteries that a lot of people have mentioned is how Kuro ended up with the Dragon's blood. His only predecessor was from Fountainhead Palace, and they were clearly not related (similarly, we know that Kuro did have parents, since he was asking for them during the Hirata raid, but they don't seem to have had any immortal dragon powers).
My theory is that they were related. We know that there was a period of normalized relations between the Fountainhead Okami people and the regular people of Ashina, and I think diplomatic bonds were especially tight between the Fountainhead and Hirata.
For instance:
I think that at some point this relationship was made official with some kind of wedding between nobility of the Fountainhead Palace and the nobles of Hirata.
I would go further, and say that this lineage was the entire point of the raid. In the timeline I suspect, the following events happened:
  1. The Shinobi of Ashina (including especially Owl) assisted Isshin in his rebellion, and obtained places at court
  2. When the rebellion was successful, relations were once again established and Takuer came to stay at Ashina Castle (somehow -- it's not clear if there was another way to the Fountainhead before Takeru came down; he might have burned the easy bridges back on his way)
  3. With the palace in decay and with Takeru overall full of exitential angst, he started researching how to end the Dragon curse, and at some point Tomoe found the black mortal blade and they planned together to do some ritual that would result in their deaths
  4. Owl read through all the diaries (he's a neaky shinobi), realized that the dragon blood would find the next heir in the nobility of Hirata, and got to work on his plan to get that sweet blood for himself:
    • Owl got his loyal adopted son in the service of the most impressionable Hirata noble in the line of succession for Dragon blood (the youngest)
    • Owl at some point contacted the Ministry to supply him with manpower for a raid on Hirata, and brokered an alliance with them and the Temple, ostensibly for his own material benefit, but really to get him in control of Dragon's blood
    • Owl stole the everblossom branch in preparation for his raid and the plans he would need to put in motion after
    • By luck or through manipulation, he managed to time his raid on Hirata with the Dragonspring Pilgrimage, which also happened to be very close in time to when Takeru offed himself. This mean that Owl could kill Kuro's parents, leaving him the sole eligible dragon blood heir
    • The events of the game start
The biggest hole in this logic is that Emma seems to indicate that Takeru and Tomoe died "long ago", which sounds to be like longer than four years. The problem though, is that Emma and Genichiro themselves aren't all that old, and they clearly have personal memories of these people (and they only could come to the castle after the rebellion). Even more obvious, Kuro is not very old.
Maybe another explanation is that Takeru and Tomoe did die awhile ago (say 15 years ago), but the Dragon Curse only sets in at birth or conception -- so you can't inherit it like a title during life. That would make the scheming even easier for Owl: everyone is surprised to learn that after Takeru died, a new child of the Hirata nobles was born with Dragon blood rather than some unknown Dragonspring noble as had always happened before. Then Owl starts reading through Takeru's old diaries and ponders how he can get that sweet Dragon blood bond (and Genichiro starts thinking along similar lines after his adopted grandfather has him drinking swamp water so he can use the black blade to keep his grandfather around and kicking...)
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2020.09.20 09:18 ThanosWayne I'm not able to type on a laptop with complete privacy and it's ruining my life.

There’s something I was supposed to type over a month and a half ago and I got a brand new Lenovo laptop from Best Buy. Something happened where it had to be delayed. My dad inserted something into one of the USB ports and took it back out instantly which enabled him to see everything I type on that laptop from afar without having to ever get physical access to my laptop. So I had to return it to the same Best Buy I got it from. He’s done this to multiple laptops of mine in fact, every one of them and I’m curious if getting a laptop from a different brand and a different store will make it more protected.

 I’m curious, if I get the same Lenovo laptop I got initially from the same Best Buy, but brand new, so same exact laptop but brand new and I connect it to the WiFi, will my dad be able to see what I type without him having to get physical access to it because he’s already compromised the same laptop previously and since it’s the same he doesn’t need to get any physical access to it? So I learned he can and now I realize I can’t type in the house in privacy ever even **if** I ensure he never ever gets physical access to it or gets the password or pin to the laptop, or any passwords I use for the laptop or anything on the laptop, he can just do it via WiFi. Someone knew but wouldn’t explain it to me and just said I need to “learn” which I suspect he said because he sides with my dad and what he’s doing but the truth is my dad simply wants to see what I type. He doesn’t have trust issues with me. It’s me who has trust issues with him *because* of this exact thing. Why he did it? He simply has a compulsive desire to see what I type but I don’t want to derive from the focus of the post. Anyway, so now you know I can’t type on any laptop in the house, because no matter what laptop it is, he can just see what I type even if I make sure he doesn’t get any physical access to it. So how do I type without anyone able to see a thing I type? I was supposed to type this thing over a month ago and this is *ridiculously* overdue. And if I buy the same exact Lenovo laptop but brand new from the same Best Buy, connect it to the WiFi and start typing, and he didn’t get any physical access to this laptop, will he be able to see what I type from afar just by means of WiFi? Yes he will. Is what I learned. But why? Is it because of WiFi or because the laptop itself is the same as the one he compromised? And if I get a completely different brand new laptop from a completely different brand from a different store, and connect it to the WiFi and start typing and he never physically touched the laptop will he still be able to see everything I type on that laptop from afar despite it being a different brand and from a different store? With all this, if he can see what I type on whatever laptop even if it is different store and brand, how do I type this thing in complete privacy where no one can see? Am I going to have to go to Starbucks and connect to their WiFi and type after I buy a brand new same Lenovo laptop? 
I plan to get the same exact Lenovo laptop I got initially but brand new from the same Best Buy. If I do this and connect it to the house WiFi and start typing, will he be able to see what’s typed without ever touching the laptop? How do I make it so that I can type on the laptop with complete privacy? I need to type this thing as soon as humanly possible and I’m not going to do it in my house which is my dads house because he can see everything I type and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to type it in private.
 Please tell me where to type it so that I can be in complete privacy. Do I have to go to McDonald’s or something like that? I’m trying to make it so I can type on a brand new Lenovo laptop that’s the same exact one I got initially that he compromised from Best Buy but brand new in my house connected to the WiFi and this brand new one, that no one but me has touched, no one but me can see what I type, that’s what I want. How do I achieve that? When I buy the same exact Lenovo laptop that I initially bought but brand new from the same Best Buy I returned the first one to, and connect it to the WiFi(house WiFi) and start typing, and it’s only been touched by me how do I make sure no one can see what I type on it from afar since my dad can remotely install a keylogger on my laptop? How do I achieve this? How do I achieve no one but me can see what’s being typed on the new laptop. I’m trying to make it so I can type on a brand new Lenovo laptop that’s the same exact one I got initially that he compromised from Best Buy but brand new in my house connected to the WiFi and this brand new one, that no one but me has touched, no one but me can see what I type, that’s what I want. How do I achieve that? My dad has a PhD and is brilliant at mathematics. He works for the government. Knows a lot about technology, he is incredibly tech savvy and knows a lot, A LOT about technology. He makes above average income. Some might consider very above average or extremely above average. That’s objective. He can and does go into a great big conversation about Jeff Bezos, Amazon, Bill Gates, Steve Jobs and apple. I've heard it all. I've heard he can send a file that contains the keylogger to the brand new laptop I'll get when I connect it to the WiFi. Someone told me he has to have my computer password to do this. I've heard he can remotely put a keylogger in my laptop without getting physical access to the brand new laptop. I've heard root kit, IT skills, etc. Essentially, these are the ways he can see what I type from afar without having to get any physical access to my laptop. Assuming he's able to do something where he can see everything I type on my brand new laptop from afar, with just me connecting the laptop to his WiFi and typing, how can I with 110% certainty make sure he can't see a thing I type from afar when I'm in my/his house connected to the WiFi? 
I had a thinking that since he compromised the first Lenovo laptop I got from Best Buy, the one I returned, that if I got the same exact laptop but brand new, then I would be more vulnerable to a hack or my laptop getting compromised in some way without him having to get any physical access to it whereas if I got a different brand laptop from a different store, he would have to get physical access to it to hack or compromise it. Is it more vulnerable because it's the exact laptop same even though it's brand new? Is it like this where if I get the same laptop he'll be able to do something or has done something where if I get a brand new laptop but same exact kind he'll be able to see everything I type from afar without needing to get physical access to my laptop whereas if I get a brand new laptop and from a different brand and different store, he won't be able to see what I type from afar without physical access? And if it is like that, how do I make sure that he won't be able to see what I type from afar since I'm planning to get the same Lenovo laptop from the same Best Buy? How?
Please help me. Based on everything I told you, including my dads intellect and also I'll add he spends hours upon hours a day on electronics phone and laptop and computer. Based on everything you've read, please tell me how to make sure 110% he won't be able to see a thing I type from afar when I'm in his house connected to WiFi.
He can *** literally*** insert something into my laptop usb port and pull it back out instantly while I’m walking in a hallway in the house at 3 am carrying my laptop in my arm closed and off with the USB ports left in the open(obviously as they always are)when him and my mother are apparently sleeping and most the lights are off and I won’t notice until after the fact of it happening, which will be too late by then. So I can prevent anyone having physical access. But he can do it while I have the laptop right in my arm, without me even seeing it happen. And no, he’s not a ninja or anything but he for some reason can move completely silent despite, I mean he’s not fat or chubby and might be considered skinny but I think he might be overweight. Anyway.
 He doesn’t train in jiu jitsu or ninjutsu. He’s not a martial artist or samurai. But he can still do that and things like that. Maybe you can explain why. I was literally walking in the hallway with the acer laptop in my hand(that I bought with my own money) and he did that without me noticing while it was happening and I only realized when I got the kitchen and after the fact of it happening. I realized I felt something go into the laptop. I didn’t even have any earbuds or headphones on and I didn’t even hear him coming down the stairs. That’s the thing, I didn’t even hear him coming down the stairs and when I went up to his bedroom soon after the door was open signifying he had very recently went out and he had a smile on his face or a small smile or smirk and he wasn’t snoring so he was definitely awake. He also before came down the basement stairs all the way to outside the bathroom I was peeing in to stand outside and watch me pee(I had the bathroom door open) and I didn’t even notice or hear him come down the stairs which is extremely impressive because everyone always makes a considerable about of noise when coming down the basement I had earbuds in listening to something but I still didn’t hear it and it wasn’t loud I still would’ve heard it but I only noticed when he looked at me outside the bathroom with his eyes looking to me oh and when I turned to see he was there his eyes were already off of me. So not only is he capable of coming down the basement and making zero noise but capable of looking at me and turning his eyes away before I even look at him, meaning the moment I turn my head because I felt eyes on me he turns his eyes so that by the time my head turns to him, his eyes aren’t looking at me. 
I’ve heard ubuntu, Linux, doing tails os, hardening my computer, Linux boot drive, ubuntu usb stick, ubuntu usb drive, ubuntu drive, Linux usb stick, Linux software, Linux laptop, hardening my laptop and all that other stuff. So, if I do all this combined, will I be able to type in my house/my fathers house connected to the WiFi without anyone else but me being able to see everything I type? And why? Can I do this all combined? Should I do all this combined?
 I’ll add that just me connecting to the house WiFi, my father will be able to see what I type from afar without needing any physical access because he can send a file to my laptop containing the keylogger over the WiFi since my laptop will be connected. He can also remotely put a keylogger to my laptop. I've heard that installing things on my laptop can get my computer infected with something. I'm curious if installing google chrome after getting the laptop tomorrow will put a keylogger or something to see what I type on my laptop. Assuming that's true, what do I do to prevent that from happening? Knowing that, I'll have to know all the ways he can do that to in the first place. So I'll have to know for every way he can do that. Also, my father has access to this Reddit account. He saw all the advice people have given me. Which means he knows now. He possibly knows how to get around the advice people have given me such as linux. He knows now. He’ll act accordingly. So considering all the possibilities of what he can do since he’s seen everything people have told me, what do I do not to make 100% sure not anyone else can see what I type on the brand new Lenovo laptop I plan to get from Best Buy tomorrow? Tomorrow I’m getting a brand new Lenovo laptop, the same exact kind I got initially to type what I’m going to type and finish in 7 days, and I need to prepare myself and know exactly what to do to make sure no one else but me can see anything I type on the laptop, from afar. So please tell me exactly what to do to make sure what I type on my brand new Lenovo laptop I’m getting from Best Buy tomorrow is seen my me only given everything you’ve read. How do I do ubuntu, ubuntu usb stick, ubuntu boot, ubuntu boot drive, Linux boot drive, Linux software, tails, set up a bios password, set up administrator password and keep it hidden, set up a bios feedback password, set up a bios feedback and harden my laptop all **combined** on my brand brand new Lenovo laptop I’ll get from Best Buy today? 
If I buy a chrome book from Best Buy, is it more vulnerable to this keylogging and hacking? I heard it's cloud based, and my gut tells me cloud based is more vulnerable to keylogging and this hacking above because aren't iPhones also cloud based? And my iPhone was once hacked just by being hooked to a computer, so I'm think chrome books are more vulnerable to hacking and things because they're cheaper as well. They're cheap, so are they more vulnerable to this type of keylogging mentioned in this post then say, a 300 dollar 15.6 inch Lenovo laptop? Also, my dad wants to do somewhere where he can change some words through this thing I'm going to type for example: 'baddest' to 'worse' like a troll changing small words here and there and this is a super important document that I have finish ASAP and I have to know, how do I prevent him from being able to do this?
I'm going to type it in doc. How do I prevent him and anyone else from being able to change small words here and there throughout my post? I felt my brother move the bed I was sleeping on and get my new laptop to do something to do. It sounded like he inserted something in it. He and my dad did something where they can now change small words through my typing like a troll for example baddest to worse, like a troll.
 Essentially, they’ve done something where they can change small words throughout my typing. How do I get rid of all that they did to the laptop? I want a 100% guarantee that they can't change any words I type on my laptop. How do I get a 100% guarantee they won't be able to change any words I type on my laptop and that no words I type on my laptop will be changed by anyone like a troll? What if my brother is smart enough where reinstalling the os isn’t going to work? How do I get a 100% guarantee my laptop will be 'clean' again? It's not true you can't give me advice to help me. They have their limits. There are things they can’t do and things far beyond their knowledge. It’s absolutely possible for me to get a 100% guarantee that my laptop is ‘clean’ again and no words on there will ever or can ever be changed by them or anyone else like some troll. It’s not easy but I can do it. Whatever it takes. So tell me how I get a 100% guarantee. You might also have to explain to me all the possible ways they’re able to change words like a troll in my document when I type it and all the possible things they did to the laptop. 
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