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2016.11.03 05:27 VermillionManMarch Men's locker room spycam

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2020.10.21 22:34 heels_r_us Men's locker room spycam

Show begins with a brand new intro for RAW, with the new theme song being Hysteria by Muse. Mick Foley and Stephanie McMahon are already in the ring, standing in front of four podiums with covered items on them. They both welcome the live audience as well as the millions of fans watching on RAW's new network, NBC. After promising the WWE Universe that a new era is upon us, they welcome the male champions to the ring. Out come The Revival, The Miz, and Finn Balor. Mick Foley presents the new World Tag Team, Intercontinental, and World Heavyweight championships to their respective holders. The Miz states that he is the best champion standing in the ring, which gets snide side comments from The Revival and an intense staredown from Finn Balor. After a heated back-and-forth between the two singles champions, Mick has an idea. To kickstart the new era, tonight's opening contest will be a clash of champions, as The Revival will go head to head with the team of The Miz and Finn Balor.
After a commercial break, Stephanie McMahon reminds us that there's still one championship that hasn't been covered yet. She reveals the new Women's World championship to the WWE Universe, and calls down the RAW Women's roster. As all of the women of RAW are standing on the apron, Steph makes six selections: Io Shirai, Bianca Belair, Bayley, Rhea Ripley, Sasha Banks, and the debuting Jordynne Grace. The six chosen women enter the ring and surround the Women's World championship, then Steph drops the bombshell on them and the WWE Universe. These 6 women will be competing in the first ever Women's Elimination Chamber match in the main event of Backlash in 2 weeks' time.
Match 1: Clash of Champions: Finn Balor & The Miz v The Revival
As Balor was reaching for a much-needed tag to his fresh partner, Miz hops down from the apron, electing to join commentary instead. The Revival then go on to make quick work of the champion, but as they go for the Shatter Machine, Balor gains new life and begins to turn the tides in his favor. After a shotgun dropkick that levels Dawson, Miz re-enters the ring and downs Balor with a IC title shot. Wilder and Miz begin to attack the world champion until Dawson regains his composure. As they set up for a 3 man Shatter Machine, the familiar theme of the Bullet Club hits and Gallows & Anderson make their way to aid their fellow good brother. Miz and The Revival exit the ring and make their way up the ramp. After helping Balor to his feet, all three men tease the crowd for a bit before finally throwing up the 2 Sweet hand gesture.
Charly Caruso knocks on the door of Roman Reigns, looking to get an interview with The Big Dog of the WWE. No response.
When we come back to ringside, Dana Brooke is already in-ring awaiting her opponent.
Match 2: Dana Brooke v Kairi Sane
After the conclusion of the match, Emma makes her return to the WWE. She pokes fun of and belittles Kairi Sane, who punks Emma out with a feint kick. The two stare each other down.
We see an advertisement for Backlash, reminding the WWE Universe that the first RAW-exclusive PPV will be live in under two weeks. The official PPV theme song for Backlash is Sandpaper by Fozzy.
Match 3: The Hardy Boyz & American Alpha v Lucha Bros & The Street Profits
Post-match, the fans give this match a roaring ovation. The cameras cut to General Manager Mick Foley in his office. He makes another match official for the Backlash PPV: these 4 teams will be competing in a Fatal 4-Way elimination tag team match for a future World Tag Team title shot. While he's making matches, Foley also makes a match official for next week's RAW. Intercontinental Champion The Miz will be teaming with World Tag Team Champions The Revival to take on the newly reformed Bullet Club.
Match 4: Jason Howard v Jay Hill
As the loser is making his way back to the locker room, Charly Caruso tries to get another interview. All he can say is that there will be a rematch, as he makes his way to Foley's office. In the distance, a locker room door is heard opening. The cameras cannot see who entered the room, but as the door closes, we see that it is Roman Reigns' locker room. Charly once again tries to get an interview, to no avail.
As RAW returns, we go to the ring where Kevin Owens introduces us to the KO Show. He excitedly tells the WWE Universe that he has no time for pleasantries as his guest this evening is none other than his best friend, Sami Zayn. Zayn hurries down to the ring and hugs his best friend, and both begin to catch up and describe how they're here to take over Monday Nights. They are interrupted by unfamiliar music, and technical wizard & submission master Zack Sabre Jr. makes his WWE debut. Sabre is familiar with both men from the past, but has not come alone. Matt Cook, best friend/bitter enemy of ZSJ, also makes his WWE debut. The two tandems stare each other down, then break down in laughter, all sharing a good moment. Before KO can get a closing word out, however, Cook levels him with a superkick and both Cook and ZSJ beat down Zayn.
Match 5: Jordynne Grace, Sasha Banks, and Rhea Ripley v Io Shirai, Bianca Belair and Bayley
After the match concludes, each woman lays out the other with their finisher. Bayley begins to celebrate, but then is leveled by Jordynne Grace. She stands tall, then points at the new Women's World Championship.
Backstage, AJ Styles questions both Gallows and Anderson. He wonders if the Good Brothers are still HIS brothers, or have their loyalties been shifted. After ensuring him that they are Bullet Club for life, they are told to stand down as Styles wants to go at it alone. He crosses paths with the World Champion, who states that he'll see Styles out at ringside.
Charly Caruso tries one final time to get in contact with Roman Reigns, who finally obliges. He tells her to mind her business, that all of the talking he has to do he'll do in the ring, and that everyone will know in due time not to f--- with Roman Reigns.
The last person to be heard from is Lashley, making his return to the WWE after a lengthy absence. He is excited to be back, and has his sights set on the one thing that has eluded him for his entire WWE career thus far: a WWE World championship.
Match 6: World Heavyweight Championship #1 Contendership: Bobby Lashley v AJ Styles v Roman Reigns
The winner and new #1 Contender has a staredown and some choice words for the World Heavyweight Champion, who was sitting at ringside, as the season premiere of RAW on NBC comes to an end.
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2020.10.21 17:40 apehasreturned Men's locker room spycam

CHAPTER ONE
COA Part One: Dear Mr Fantasy (Booking)
In Part One, Ape has just finished working SummerFest, and starting to get ready for preparing BTE, the biggest show of the FBE calendar. MGT is nowhere to be found, Ape is getting swamped, and he's finally hit with a message saying he can't have the match that he wanted to at the show he's running. It's at this point that a deflated Ape vows to make BTE the most kick-ass show of all time, and decides to get to work once more.
COA Part Two: No Longer Chained
Part Two sees Ape have his famed Three Stages of Hell Match with OWD at BTE. An injured and exhausted Ape pulls out the win in front of an electric crowd before collapsing backstage. The doctor tells him that he can't compete for six months, and his personal advice is to hang up the boots. Ape refuses to quit until MGT returns, but once it's confirmed Ape's co-founder is back from his extended hiatus, Ape hops in his car and leaves.
COA Part Three: Self Expression
In Part Three, after trying, and failing, to say goodbye to MGT, Ape is in Korea, where he obtains a work visa to open KingBooker Academy. Here, we meet the Apeiro-gun Gang - Ujin, Jung, Chiho and Yejun - a group of Ape's most dedicated students. Ape trains his new proteges, even forfeiting his finisher, the Canadian Destroyer, which he'd used all his career, to Ujin. Eventually, the visa officer confirms that Ape can stay in Korea and that KingBooker can become gainful employment, meaning Ape is finally self-sufficient and able to teach for the rest of his life.
COA Part Four: Wild
In Part Four, Apeiro-gun drive to Jeonju for a booze-infested party, with wild antics such as bar fights, motorcycle racing, breaking into a church, and running around town eating Fudgesicles. Ape opens up to his crew on the way down about his past with FBE and the regret he feels for leaving, before accidentally leaving them by accidentally getting on a plane and waking up the next morning in an unfamiliar city.
COA Part Five: Waking Up, Getting Up and Getting Out There
In Part Five, Ape finds himself in Tokyo. He gets into a Persona concert, where he meets Alli, and the two instantly fall for one another. Together, they journey around Tokyo, from the Tokyo Dome to Akihabara to Shibuya. Ape enjoys himself immensely but still misses his friends, calling Ujin and saying he'll be back soon. He invites Alli to come back with him, and she eagerly agrees.
COA Part Six: Full Measure
Part Six sees Ape getting off a plane and into the KingBooker van. Apeiro-gun chat with Alli about Ape's past profession, when all of a sudden Ape gets out of the van and flips out on the side of the highway. He vows to head back to FBE, refusing to fully abandon them as so many had before him. Ape, conflicted because he feels he has to go back but knows he'd be happier being with those he loves in Korea, is ushered back into the van, where his mind is made up for him.
COA Part Seven: Felicidad
Part Seven sees Ape land in Toronto, and go on a road trip with Alli across North America from his home in Toronto to Los Angeles, the site of Highly Suspect. They drive all the way there, stopping in Joshua Tree National Park for an unforgettable night, before arriving at the Staples Centre. Ape marks a smiley face in MGT's timeslot, knowing it's time to start the show.
COA Part Eight: That Man's Not Human
Part Eight signifies COA's turning point - Ape comes out in front of the FBE faithful, and immediately gets a crutch driven into his back by his one-time best friend. MGT, now dubbed Travis Crowley, viciously assaults Ape with a light tube to the horror of the terrified crowd, leaving Ape permanently scarred over his left eye. Ape tries to apologize, but is hit with a Hulkbuster and stretchered away, losing consciousness as he's put into an ambulance.
COA Part Nine: Come In Here, Apey Boy
Part Nine is a flashback sequence in the style of the old COA, where Ape takes on the role of a young boy lost in a sprawling metropolis. He finds himself in a seedy building called FBCompany, where he meets a shady figure and his protege, MGT. Ape works his way up the ranks, but, when he realizes he's about to be screwed over and hung to dry by MGT, the flashback ends and Ape awakens in the hospital, surrounded by Alli and Apeiro-gun.
COA Part Ten: Apeiro-gun
In Part Ten, Apeiro-gun are the stars of the show, and vow to exact vengeance on Travis Crowley for taking their boss out of commission. They take the fight to Crowley in his hotel, but they're no match for the manic psychopath. As Travis is about to permanently injure Ujin with a light fixture, when Ape saves the day, cracking a chair leg over Crowley. The two battle it out until they're dragged apart by a sea of security.
COA Part Eleven: Fight Room
In Part Eleven, Ape heads to Drumheller, Alberta with Ujin to train for Carnage against MGT. Ape is weak and rusty, but, in a reversal of roles, his protege brings him back to his previous standards through a rigorous training camp. However, before leaving for Banff, his next training spot, Ape calls Alli, where she says she can't be with him until he stops being committed to battling with Travis. Ape smashes his phone and keeps training, being dubbed fully prepared for Carnage.
COA Part Twelve: Pray For A Takeover
In Part Twelve, Ape arrives in Los Angeles. He reminisces with Apeiro-gun and goes to the Staples Centre, again marking a smiley face. He goes to his locker room, talks with his friends, and breaks down. He can't go through with this. However, Ujin pep talks him out of it, and Ape prepares to go to war. He chooses out a tape for his theme, disregarding the one he recorded with Alli, and makes his entrance at Carnage, locking eyes with the man that he'd been through everything with.
COA Part Thirteen (Epilogue): Goodbye and Goodnight
Part Thirteen is Chapter One's epilogue. Ape has beaten Travis Crowley, and while the two have reconciled, Crowley still boards a plane with Lydia and doesn't look back. Ape palms an engagement ring for Alli, revealing that in Part 11, he'd intended to propose, before heading down for his New Year's Party. He makes Inferno GM, and alongside his friends and roster, the year is rung in on the roof of a Chick Fil A, like it had been in the aftermath of his last battle with his best friend. Ape smiles, ready for the next chapter, as the chapter comes to a close.

CHAPTER TWO
COA Part Fourteen: Toronto
Picking up right at the end of Part Thirteen, Ape heads home after a long party and flashes back to his battle with Travis Crowley, reflecting on what he had to do to finish the job. He starts having visions of the ending of the match, both men plummeting off of a ladder to the ground below, filling his sleep-deprived mind with doubt and confusion in the aftermath of his breakup. He heads home, and burns a leatherbound book, containing the handwritten notes of Chapter One.
COA Part Fifteen: Los Angeles
In a much shorter entry, Ape has his first job as Commissioner, where Inferno insists that he can take care of things for the Carnage Tour, telling Ape to take some time to himself to get out of his own head.
COA Part Sixteen: Sendai
Throwing as much shade at Conor as possible, Ape embraces the dumb fun side of himself and heads to Japan, embracing the calm serenity of an actual break from FBE. He meets a new girl, Hifumi, and is instantly greeted by news of the return of Travis Crowley, a man he thought he'd essentially banished from the company in the aftermath of their collision at Carnage.
COA Part Seventeen: Tokyo
Soon enough, small town Japan gets a little too dull, so Ape heads to Tokyo with Hifumi, where he coincidentally meets with his old friends, Apeiro-gun, on a tour to promote the brand abroad. They party about Japan, reunited once more, get wasted, have a run-in with Minoru Suzuki (who literally murders poor Chiho), and all agree to stick together on the road to cap off Ape's vacation from Commissionership.
COA Part Eighteen: Kyoto
It's a full dialogue episode, as all the guys settle into a bar and drink themselves half to death alongside their new friend Sae. The guys all pick on a recovered Chiho in a game of Truth or Dare, and they all get to know each other a little better after all their time apart. Soon enough, Chiho is dared to draw Yejun, and the disgrace to art causes a drunk Yejun to lash out, leading to the group getting booted from the bar. They all hop in the van, with Ape needing to head back to the airport, but Ujin seems to know Ape probably isn't coming back. He gives Ape a watch with the two of them on the face, and Ape promises this isn't goodbye forever.
COA Part Nineteen: Athens
Ape arrives early, ending his vacation ahead of time to make it to Athens for Carnage N4. He walks into the Panathenaic Stadium and meets with Travis Crowley, where, to his relief, he hits it off again with his reformed longtime friend. Soon enough, though, shit hits the fan when Inferno assaults British Ambition brothers PJ and Desmond Caid, while thinking Ape was still in Japan. Ape charges into Gorilla and gets into an altercation with his GM, telling Inferno to get in his BMW and drive far. Travis holds him back, and he then goes to check on Desmond and PJ, all while Nate Matthews wins the World Title and Receiver disappears. Finally, Ape is getting a true taste of being the Commissioner.

CHAPTER THREE
COA Part Twenty: At Best
Months after the events of Carnage, Ape has had another match and has a twinging pain. Inferno, no longer his GM, suggests he get it checked out with the doctor backstage, who gives Ape the worst possible news: he's on borrowed time with a serious neck injury, and he recommends he never compete again. Ape angles his way into one final run, as Commissioner, and vows that he's going to put on the very best performances of his career, ending at BTE II.
COA Part Twenty One: List
Following the heartbreaking news he'd have to wrap things up in ring, Ape sits down with Ujin and compiles the most important thing he's ever written - the names of the people he most wants to face, for better or for worse, before leaving FBE. However, Ujin suggests he up the stakes to get some added investment - if he loses any of the matches, he leaves his Commissioner job as well, departing FBE in all capacities.
COA Part Twenty Two: Let Us Start The Show
Having taken a few days to get everything in order, Ape calls a meeting with the entire FBE locker room, finally revealing to the world that he's indeed injured, and looking to wrap things up at BTE II. This gets some... varied reactions, but he asks everyone to leave. He rattles off some names to stick around, telling them they're on the list. They all agree to the matches, except for one mystery - a tag match, pitting Ape and a mystery partner against the Celestial Unknown.
COA Part Twenty Three: Future
FBE is in Texas for WarZone, and Ape is running the show from behind the scenes. There is one thing on his plate, though - he needs to talk to Nate Matthews. He sits down with him, and starts up, only for Nate to cut him off, saying he's happy to still run their scheduled match at Ape's Summer Break. He leaves, but not before delivering a signature Commissioner wink - and leaving Ape knowing that's not what he wanted to talk about. He wanders out into the hall, and gets a smile on his face, aware of just how crazy this summer was going to be.
COA Part Twenty Four: Say His Name
Starting with a flashback, Ape reminisces about the match he had this time last year with Nate Matthews, the two men battling to a draw - the only one of Ape's career. The crowd are on Nate's side as they duel, and it's Ape who needs help leaving... Suddenly, he snaps awake, revealing himself to be at Firestorm 45, just a few days out from stepping in the ring for just the second time that year. He heads out for a promo to get the ball rolling on Firestorm, greeted with a welcome much warmer than the one he received in 2019. Finally, though, he makes a vow - to pin Nate Matthews, dead to rights, in the middle of the ring.

CHAPTER FOUR
COA Part Twenty Five: 0-0-1
Ape arrives at his home away from home, Seoul, and once again links up with Apeiro-gun at Incheon Airport. They drive into Seoul, admiring Ape's first ring gear since the Carnage Tour, and head to the Jamsil Olympic Stadium. The van is met with an uproarious response, and Ape steps out in a suit, meeting fans before heading inside for his match with Nate Matthews. However, after the fireworks, pomp and circumstance, Ape is starting to get nervous. Self-doubt creeps in, but Ujin is there to stop him from spiralling, psyching him back up. Finally, it's time.
COA Part Twenty Six: Best Enemies, Better Friends
Following a win over Nate Matthews in Seoul, Ape is back in the United States, taking on the Celestial Unknown with a mystery partner. After shaking hands with Nate a few nights prior and saying "this is an offer," the world is buzzing at the thought of a team between the two, but Ape meets up with Damien Blade beforehand, Blade offering his aid if Ape needs it against Atlas and Receiver. However, Ape has a wildcard, and when he makes his entrance, the crowd explodes for the unprecedented debut of the hottest tag team never to unite - Highly Suspect.
COA Part Twenty Seven: Lay Down
After dispatching of two thirds of the Celestial Unknown, Ape sets his sights on the third, Desmond Caid, for their third and final showdown. We're live from Homecoming, and the Match of the Year contender is an absolute barnburner, both men beating the hell out of each other to try and get that oh-so-important win to cap off one of the great FBE rivalries. In the end, it's a Myriad Truths that wins the affair, with Desmond Caid and Ape still disliking each other at the end - but a mutual respect perhaps having formed.
COA Part Twenty Eight: Future Tour
From home in Toronto, a battered and bruised Ape is ready to return to the Rogers Centre for Firestorm. His opponent is Damien Blade, recently a member of the Brotherhood, and Ape doesn't take kindly to seeing someone he sees so much in spoil their potential. He goes to his office and cuts a promo, declaring that Blade needs to stop doubting himself, and focus on showing the world just what Ape saw in him later that night.
COA Part Twenty Nine: Wrestling Retiring
Firestorm sees Ape beaten down by the Brotherhood, and he spends Firestorm 49 at home, at the behest of doctors. He reminisces, thinking about attacks by Juniors, by his good friend in STEEZ... and watches some TV. Turning on Community, he reflects, realizing that now he's not the friendly boss, but a target for all the people who want to make a name for themselves at his expense. He ponders this, looking at photos showing all the good memories he had as a friend of the roster, but now... he's an enemy, accused of "wrestling retiring."
COA Part Thirty: 92Cold
Back with a vengeance after dispatching of Receiver, Ape flashes back to STEEZ, his 92Cold brother, assaulting he and Travis Crowley. Turning on his best friend. Furious, Ape rips into his foe, before pushing aside any medical advice. He wants STEEZ in the most brutal match conceivable, at Firestorm 50. He doesn't need the World Title off his shoulder, but he will, most certainly, hand him a loss, in a No Holds Barred Match.
COA Part Thirty One: To The Death
This episode recaps the events of the devastatingly violent Firestorm 50 bout between STEEZ and Ape. STEEZ brings a knife to a fistfight, but Ape brings a bat, and the two men tear each other limb from limb all around Osaka-jo Hall, hitting each other with every conceivable move. Ape is driven into a pile of thumbtacks before being locked in a Muta Lock, his neck being systematically taken apart, but Ape fires back by pulling STEEZ down with him. They battle tooth and nail, before Ape drops STEEZ and debuts the Receive You Special, hitting knee after knee to the back of the head until it's called off. Backstage, he's confronted by Ujin for being too violent, and he looks in the mirror, smiling despite the pain, on the verge of serious injury, and realizes just how much he needs FBE.
COA Part Thirty Two: where do you start, when you know it has to end?
Ape is in his office, putting together his final Firestorm, examining the photos on his desk as he shuts everything off. He hears a knock on the door, greeting Inferno, who asks how he's doing. They talk back and forth, the resentment from Ape towards Inferno for inadvertently starting his medical spiral seeping in, until both men snap. They argue, but in the end, they still care about each other, and Ape breaks down, not ready to leave. Inferno comforts him and gives him an envelope, declaring he knows what he has to do. Ape saves it, opening after the show ends.
COA Part Thirty Three: ALIVESINCEFOREVER
In a flashback, Ape arrives at Ryogoku for Firestorm 51, pulling up with a tripod. He plants it down near the main steps, and, in a short and sweet promo, tells Atlas that as much as he respects him and his attitude, no matter how much talent he may have, this is going to be his big moment of the summer. Out of the main event, this is Atlas' big shot, his big match, and he's going to give a hell of a fight... but in the end, Ape's got him shook.
COA Part Thirty Four: Death Wish
The contents of Inferno's letter have been made public, and the terms accepted - it's going to be Ape vs Inferno II at BTE II, Ape's last match being against the only man who's ever beaten him. He races down Akagi Mountain Pass, making constant reference to the long since past Aedan as he finally addresses the letter. Knowing just what this match means to him, with the seeds being sown over a year prior and the hints dropping since Athens, he says that he loves Inferno, but it won't stop him from pulling out the best match of his entire career - and the biggest win, vowing to be the only man to go 2-0 at BTE.
COA Part Thirty Five: Proud
Following Firestorm 51, Ape greets the press corps to do some final preparations and announcements for the big show, and sign off as Commissioner, handing over the keys to the kingdom in order to work his last match as a straight up in-ring performer. After being asked about his win over Atlas, he introduces the world to the next leader of FBE - Nate Matthews. Nate instantly shows the presence needed in an FBE Commissioner, and Ape, with a huge smile on his face, steps out of the spotlight to let him have his moment. Later on, cleaning out his desk, he's approached by Nate, and gives him the last piece of the puzzle needed to be a true Commissioner: the signature winking snoo.
COA Part Thirty Six: At Least It Was Here
It's the morning of BTE II, the biggest day of Ape's career, and the sun is rising over Tokyo as he enters a cafe in SangenJaya, alongside the rest of Apeiro-gun. They talk over their futures, reminiscing about old times and considering the next steps for expansion, before turning their attention to the event later tonight. Unlike with Nate, though, Ape has his confidence back, and he declares he isn't going to let Inferno make a liar out of him. They all pile into the KB van, heading to the Tokyo Dome, and they arrive at the venue to a sea of fans. Wading his way through, Ape is in awe at the spectacle, and, buzzing with excitement, opens the doors one last time. Once again, it was time to start the show.

CHAPTER FIVE
COA Part Thirty Seven: Reality
In the grand spectacle of a final chapter, we start in the ring, Apeirogone and Inferno going toe to toe for the first time in sixteen months. before throwing everything at one another, the crowd is beyond hot, and the competition starts slow, Inferno not wanting to hurt Ape. Things heat up pretty quickly, though, and Ape isn't holding back, pushing Inferno to unleash hell himself. Every move in the book, every ace in the hole is thrown into play, with Ape kicking out of a Kami No Hono out of pure spite and defiance, only for Inferno to get the shoulder up off a Guillotine Fusion. Somehow, Inferno endures three straight Receive Yous, but, in the end, Ape is able to counter a ridiculously dangerous Ryujin Inferno into a second rope Myriad Truths, notching a victory over the only man he couldn't conquer.
Ape heads backstage, and, as the Junior Division show the world what the future looks like, he greets the faces from his past. Meeting with the likes of Inferno, Desmond Caid, Nate Matthews and even STEEZ, as well as the likes of James Scott, Conor and Thad, he finally steps out to meet his oldest friend, Travis Crowley, sitting on the hood of Ape's new car. They acknowledge each other, and then Ape drives off into the sunset, Ujin driving the Kingbooker van alongside him.
A few days later, Ape arrives at an auction house in Seoul. He walks into the room for real estate, and outbids the rest of the people in the room to re-purchase KingBooker Academy. He picks up the keys to the establishment, ready to detach himself from his past, and heads out the front door, finally, after being in FBE since Day One, starting a new chapter.
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2020.10.21 14:18 rAwrR_VGUY Is ‘Vegan Propaganda’ a term that we should accept ?

Today I got irritated by the fact that a vegan advert was called “Vegan Propaganda”. I don’t like the connotations that the word propaganda has and I don’t think that articles promoting veganism should be called “Vegan Propaganda”.
So my questions are:
• Do you think that it’s okay for vegan articles and stuff to be labelled as propaganda ?
• Was I being over-sensitive/irrational because of what I did in my exam today? (The context below will make this question make sense)
Context:
So I wrote an English exam today, a National Grade 12 (senior) Final English paper 1 examination. When I got to the visual literacy section, all the adverts were pro-vegan adverts. I was really happy about this and I answered the questions joyfully then one of the questions asked me, ‘To what extent can this advertisement be considered Vegan Propaganda? Justify your response with reference to both the visual and textual elements of the advertisement’
This is the advert that the propaganda question was referring to
Seeing this question pissed me off so I wrote a whole page essay about it - despite the question being only 4 marks. I first wrote 5 lines where I prefaced that in the literal sense it’s propaganda because of A B and C (so that I can get my marks). I then said that despite despite the literal meaning of the two words, the ad can’t be considered ‘Vegan Propaganda’ because of :
• The negative connotations of the word propaganda - that propaganda is a source of manipulated information that’s intent is to persuade people towards an unjust political cause / point of view. Veganism a form of activism against injustice and to group it with ...(the things listed below)... is preposterous
~ Neo-Nazi anti-Semitic posters ~ Doctored scientific research ‘proving’ that black people are inferior to white people ~ Locker room banter intrenching the idea that men have ‘superiority’ over women and that women should be subservient to men. ~ That the inception HIV/AIDS is due to homosexuality
• That the creation of the term ‘Vegan Propaganda’ is a form of propaganda created by Carnists to dissuade people internalising transformative vegan articles. Accepting this term, declaring that some adverts are ‘Vegan Propaganda’ increases the probability of people not becoming vegan, a decision that will literally kill them.
To conclude this story I didn’t finish my English paper because I spent so long ranting, lol. The maximum mark I can get is around 93%. I’m not phased by the fact that I didn’t complete it but I can see why it’s bad that I didn’t.
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2020.10.21 13:45 Curious447 Women: Do You Want Men In Your Locker Rooms Or Showers With You? Because That Is What Will Happen If Joe Biden And The Democratic Party Wins.

Vote Democrat if you want men in women's locker rooms, showers, bathrooms, prisons and to play in women's sports. Its called the Equality Act. Don't let its name fool you it is insidious. It passed the Democrat controlled House and Biden has said that it is a top legislative priority. Men who identify as women will be allowed into women's private spaces. Predators and perverts will take advantage of the situation to get into the women's locker room. Parents do you want your little girl in a locker room or shower with a grown man? Good grief.
Here it is straight from Congress itself. It is short. The bottom is especially revealing:
https://www.congress.gov/bill/116th-congress/house-bill/5
Also:
https://nworeport.me/2019/04/04/democrats-ready-equality-act-stripping-all-female-rights/
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2020.10.21 00:47 moonruning Men's locker room spycam

Disclaimer: This is my experience only. I am just a random guy on the internet. Don't listen to me. Listen to your recruiter. He knows what's best for you and your situation.
I went to the Springfield MA MEPS at the Westover Air Reserve Base earlier this month and thought it may be valuable to share my experience with others who want to know what to expect. My experience may be different than others and as such this write up is only intended to give some insight into the process. My branch is the United States Air force.
My recruiter has us put up in a hotel the night before MEPS. The day started with meeting up at the recruiting office. In my case there were four of us. We were all weighed there and went over our medical histories. He stressed that it was very important that what disclosed at MEPS matched exactly to what our paperwork said. Because of COVID we did a quick temperature check and then drove off to the hotel.
Upon arrival everybody had to wait until a designated time with our paperwork where we would have our temperature checked. Afterwards we were ushered into a room ten at a time and briefed on what the rules of the hotel are. We also filled out a menu for what we wanted for dinner and at what time we wanted to eat. We were assigned our room keys and dismissed for the evening.
The room was quite nice. Free WiFi. I was told that because of COVID you can no longer have a roommate. They still put us in rooms with two beds even thought it was one recruit per room. The men were all on one floor and the women on another.
https://ibb.co/PMxc2Qm
When I was there the gym and pool were both open to guests of the hotel. I got a quick swim and run in. Both facilities were nice. For dinner I chose the earliest time slot available. I believe that they were 5pm-9pm. I reasoned that I wanted to get to sleep as early as possible as tomorrow would be an early morning.
https://ibb.co/Ms4jwsy
Dinner was served in to go containers that were picked up from the restaurant inside the hotel. I chose the burger which was quite good. I was told by my recruiter that the fish had made one of his former recruits sick and others that I went with complained about the chicken and pasta dish as well. Afterwards I showered, cleaned up, laid out my clothes for the next day and tried to go to sleep.
The morning of MEPS I woke up to my alarm at about 3:45 am. It's important to note that we were suppose to get an automatic wake up call to the room at 4am. My room never received a call so I was glad that I set my own individual alarm. Breakfast was at 4:10. I showered and went down to the restaurant to pick it up. Scrambled eggs which we were to eat back at the room.
https://ibb.co/GW7x5gC
All in all not bad. There was a K cup style coffee maker in the room as well. After eating I cleaned and packed up my belongings. Brought everything downstairs to the designated reporting area at 5am.
We were all called off by name. Returned our keys and had some paperwork signed. Stood in line and were loaded up onto a bus. The bus ride was pretty eerie. It was dark out and the ride was fairly quiet. You could tell that a lot of people were nervous.
Upon getting to the Air Force Base the guards checked the driver's paperwork and we were driven to a building. We lined up outside the door where a man in civilian clothes (contractor?) gave us a brief lowdown of everything that was going to happen.
Filing in one by one we go through security screening and put our personal items in a designated room. Everything that wasn't your paperwork or drivers license stays there. We were then signed in at the front desk.
Those who haven't been to a MEPS facility before were registered. Your picture was taken as well as a digital fingerprint from one finger on both hands. At MEPS the way you sign for something is with your fingerprint.
Upon check in we were ushered into the medical section of the facility. We were given a slideshow brief from the head of the facility mainly focused on sexual harassment and to keep your information private from other potential recruits. We were breathalyzed and given our files.
From here the fun stuff begins. Everybody was put in the main room and doctors came out and grabbed people who needed to do their 'station'.
For me my first was the initial blood pressure and pulse. Funny story; there was a large TV right above that machine so everyone could not be completely bored. It was on animal planet and was a scene with two giant spiders crawling around. The nurse commented on my high pulse and I chuckled while pointing at the screen.
Next station was the urine test. Verify your social security # on the cup was correct. Take cup to the urinal and fill it halfway. Two of the four people I was with had trouble. They were told to drink water all day. One of them wasn't able to give a sample throughout the day and was told that he had to come back at a later time. I think it was from anxiety as he seemed self conscious during the other exams where we were partially undressed. Anther important thing to note was that there was a guy who failed his urine test for a low amount of protein in his urine. He was goofed on when he told the marine recruits that bit of info. I've been told that any recent sexual activity including anything 'solo' can mess up your levels. Not sure that validity of that or if they were just messing with him. After the urine test was a blood draw. Pretty straight forward. Vision test was next. Standard color vision test which was a quick 'read the number' from a book.
https://imgur.com/gallery/aQW9N
Next was a test looking into a machine like you would at the eye doctors or the DMV. Read the furthest line of letters you can with each eye. Under 20/20 means they will issue you glasses.
Next was a depth perception test. It's a series of dots where one dot appears closer to you than the others. It gets harder and harder the more you go on. You're required to get past a certain point to not be disqualified. I believe it's past C but am not certain.
Next is the hearing test. You are put into a booth with headphones and a handheld buzzer (like on Jeopardy). You are to buzz whenever you hear a tone in the headphones. It starts on one ear and then to the other. They are very quiet and in different pitches. Try and breath as softly as possible is my only advice. Finally comes the 'duck walk' portion. Your strip down to your underwear and put your shoes and clothing into a locker. Then you are put through a series of tests designed to check your range of motion. It's pretty easy. From there we were taken into a room one by one by the doctor. This part was the longest wait. The man who did the duck walk portion put on a movie. Major Payne.
The doctor portion was your standard physical. Breathing with a stethoscope. Poking and prodding. Check your privates. Bend over and spread your cheeks. You might be a bit uncomfortable but I'm sure it's not very fun for the doctor either. Just make sure to shower the night before and/or morning of. Wear clean clothing.
Afterwards a different supervising doctor took us in a room and we reviewed everything. Made sure that everything was correct. Ask questions about how often we drank, did drugs, medical history. This is the part where I've been told that they try and 'grill you' and get you to admit to things that you did not disclose. My experience was not like this as the doctor was very laid back but professional. Finally was height and weight. Pretty straight forward. They really jammed the height stick tight onto the top of your head. I lost an inch of what I thought my height was. Fortunately weight was not an issue with me. There was one guy who was very close and he was given a verbal warning but was passed.
For my experience I had already taken the ASVAB. I needed my testing done before a financial waiver could be processed. ASVAB was pretty straight forward. Sit in front of a computer and answer questions. You have a pencil and a piece of scratch paper. The people who didn't have test scores were sent over to testing before they did medical. The test takes about 2.5 to 3 hours.
I studied from the ASVAB for dummies book. The pdf is available for free online with a quick google search. Study and do all the practice tests. For me it was the best way to study.
All testing completed! Take your file to the desk where they stamp everything. Photo copies of certain pages are made. You then take those to your recruiting liaison.
Near the entrance was a meeting room surrounded by offices for each branch of the armed forces. I was there for the USAF. In the office we did a bunch of paperwork. The staff then had me lift on an exercise machine. It was a dead lift into a shoulder press. You did reps while the weights were increased until you couldn't lift the weight. I maxed the machine out at 110 lbs.
From there I was sent into an office area. There were workers who explained to you the process of the background check as well as information about your contract. Basically a 'checks and balances' talk to make sure your recruiters aren't giving you false information about your contract. You do a bunch of paperwork and are digitally fingerprinted.
From there it's back to the recruiting office. Your liaison then gives you a list of jobs that you qualify for. If you are in DEP you pick your list of jobs. You should have this prepared already. Have a few backup jobs as well in case you don't qualify for your original list. My case was a bit different.
Once you have your job list you do even more paperwork. Then off to the swear in ceremony. They teach you what to say and how to stand at attention and parade rest. Your recruiter is there to take pictures. Because of COVID they did not allow any family members to be present.
After swearing in you are finally all done. Time to check out at the front desk and gather your personal items. Your recruiter will now drive you back if you are in DEP or you will be waiting for the bus if you are being shipped.
Lunch was served after all the medical procedures were completed. It was during the downtime where we were waiting for our liaison. We were given a choice of turkey roast beef or cold cut combo sandwich on a bulkie roll with a water and an orange. This was around noon time.
And that's about it. There was a lot of 'hurry up and wait'. While you were at a station you were expected to pay attention and get your test done quickly. We had a lot of people because of the backlog caused by COVID.
General advice: pay attention. Use your head and do what they tell you to do. Wait for them to explain everything to you before you act or say anything. Don't try and preemptively do something until told. Walk with a purpose. Don't be talking loudly with your neighbor - a few people got scolded for that. You aren't there to make friends. You will be waiting around for long periods of time. Fortunately where I went they had a TV in every waiting room. We got to watch Major Payne in it's entirety. Your situation may be different. Don't fall asleep or nod off.
I found the staff at my MEPS to be very pleasant and professional. They all seemed to be (mostly) in a good mood. I've heard stories about the exact opposite. I came in on my guard and was surprised. Better that than the opposite.
Wear nice clothing. I wore a polo shirt with khaki shorts. Shower ahead of time. You're going through a medical exam and will be close up with people. Wear a disposable mask. They didn't allow the cloth ones in. Be respectful. Yes sir, no ma'am. It's better to start out overly respectful and tone it back rather than the opposite.
Finally just use your head. Be smart about what you do. No need to be nervous. Realize that this is their job. The staff all do this every day and it is normal for them. I saw one kid was so nervous that he was practically shaking. There was also a kid who was bragging about how he failed his last time through MEPS because his drug test came up for pot. Don't be that guy. Lay low but there's no need to be worried.
This turned out a lot longer than I expected. I'll be on for a while to answer any questions that I might have missed.
(I have cross posted this from /AirForceRecruits as I think it contains valuable information for other branches)
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2020.10.21 00:28 moonruning Men's locker room spycam

Disclaimer: This is my experience only. I am just a random guy on the internet. Don't listen to me. Listen to your recruiter. He knows what's best for you and your situation.
I went to the Springfield MA MEPS at the Westover Air Reserve Base earlier this month and thought it may be valuable to share my experience with others who want to know what to expect. My experience may be different than others and as such this write up is only intended to give some insight into the process.
My recruiter has us put up in a hotel the night before MEPS. The day started with meeting up at the recruiting office. In my case there were four of us. We were all weighed there and went over our medical histories. He stressed that it was very important that what disclosed at MEPS matched exactly to what our paperwork said. Because of COVID we did a quick temperature check and then drove off to the hotel.
Upon arrival everybody had to wait until a designated time with our paperwork where we would have our temperature checked. Afterwards we were ushered into a room ten at a time and briefed on what the rules of the hotel are. We also filled out a menu for what we wanted for dinner and at what time we wanted to eat. We were assigned our room keys and dismissed for the evening.
The room was quite nice. Free WiFi. I was told that because of COVID you can no longer have a roommate. They still put us in rooms with two beds even thought it was one recruit per room. The men were all on one floor and the women on another.
https://ibb.co/PMxc2Qm
When I was there the gym and pool were both open to guests of the hotel. I got a quick swim and run in. Both facilities were nice. For dinner I chose the earliest time slot available. I believe that they were 5pm-9pm. I reasoned that I wanted to get to sleep as early as possible as tomorrow would be an early morning.
https://ibb.co/Ms4jwsy
Dinner was served in to go containers that were picked up from the restaurant inside the hotel. I chose the burger which was quite good. I was told by my recruiter that the fish had made one of his former recruits sick and others that I went with complained about the chicken and pasta dish as well. Afterwards I showered, cleaned up, laid out my clothes for the next day and tried to go to sleep.
The morning of MEPS I woke up to my alarm at about 3:45 am. It's important to note that we were suppose to get an automatic wake up call to the room at 4am. My room never received a call so I was glad that I set my own individual alarm. Breakfast was at 4:10. I showered and went down to the restaurant to pick it up. Scrambled eggs which we were to eat back at the room.
https://ibb.co/GW7x5gC
All in all not bad. There was a K cup style coffee maker in the room as well. After eating I cleaned and packed up my belongings. Brought everything downstairs to the designated reporting area at 5am.
We were all called off by name. Returned our keys and had some paperwork signed. Stood in line and were loaded up onto a bus. The bus ride was pretty eerie. It was dark out and the ride was fairly quiet. You could tell that a lot of people were nervous.
Upon getting to the Air Force Base the guards checked the driver's paperwork and we were driven to a building. We lined up outside the door where a man in civilian clothes (contractor?) gave us a brief lowdown of everything that was going to happen.
Filing in one by one we go through security screening and put our personal items in a designated room. Everything that wasn't your paperwork or drivers license stays there. We were then signed in at the front desk.
Those who haven't been to a MEPS facility before were registered. Your picture was taken as well as a digital fingerprint from one finger on both hands. At MEPS the way you sign for something is with your fingerprint.
Upon check in we were ushered into the medical section of the facility. We were given a slideshow brief from the head of the facility mainly focused on sexual harassment and to keep your information private from other potential recruits. We were breathalyzed and given our files.
From here the fun stuff begins. Everybody was put in the main room and doctors came out and grabbed people who needed to do their 'station'.
For me my first was the initial blood pressure and pulse. Funny story; there was a large TV right above that machine so everyone could not be completely bored. It was on animal planet and was a scene with two giant spiders crawling around. The nurse commented on my high pulse and I chuckled while pointing at the screen.
Next station was the urine test. Verify your social security # on the cup was correct. Take cup to the urinal and fill it halfway. Two of the four people I was with had trouble. They were told to drink water all day. One of them wasn't able to give a sample throughout the day and was told that he had to come back at a later time. I think it was from anxiety as he seemed self conscious during the other exams where we were partially undressed. Anther important thing to note was that there was a guy who failed his urine test for a low amount of protein in his urine. He was goofed on when he told the marine recruits that bit of info. I've been told that any recent sexual activity including anything 'solo' can mess up your levels. Not sure that validity of that or if they were just messing with him. After the urine test was a blood draw. Pretty straight forward. Vision test was next. Standard color vision test which was a quick 'read the number' from a book.
https://imgur.com/gallery/aQW9N
Next was a test looking into a machine like you would at the eye doctors or the DMV. Read the furthest line of letters you can with each eye. Under 20/20 means they will issue you glasses.
Next was a depth perception test. It's a series of dots where one dot appears closer to you than the others. It gets harder and harder the more you go on. You're required to get past a certain point to not be disqualified. I believe it's past C but am not certain.
Next is the hearing test. You are put into a booth with headphones and a handheld buzzer (like on Jeopardy). You are to buzz whenever you hear a tone in the headphones. It starts on one ear and then to the other. They are very quiet and in different pitches. Try and breath as softly as possible is my only advice. Finally comes the 'duck walk' portion. Your strip down to your underwear and put your shoes and clothing into a locker. Then you are put through a series of tests designed to check your range of motion. It's pretty easy. From there we were taken into a room one by one by the doctor. This part was the longest wait. The man who did the duck walk portion put on a movie. Major Payne.
The doctor portion was your standard physical. Breathing with a stethoscope. Poking and prodding. Check your privates. Bend over and spread your cheeks. You might be a bit uncomfortable but I'm sure it's not very fun for the doctor either. Just make sure to shower the night before and/or morning of. Wear clean clothing.
Afterwards a different supervising doctor took us in a room and we reviewed everything. Made sure that everything was correct. Ask questions about how often we drank, did drugs, medical history. This is the part where I've been told that they try and 'grill you' and get you to admit to things that you did not disclose. My experience was not like this as the doctor was very laid back but professional. Finally was height and weight. Pretty straight forward. They really jammed the height stick tight onto the top of your head. I lost an inch of what I thought my height was. Fortunately weight was not an issue with me. There was one guy who was very close and he was given a verbal warning but was passed.
For my experience I had already taken the ASVAB. I needed my testing done before a financial waiver could be processed. ASVAB was pretty straight forward. Sit in front of a computer and answer questions. You have a pencil and a piece of scratch paper. The people who didn't have test scores were sent over to testing before they did medical. The test takes about 2.5 to 3 hours.
I studied from the ASVAB for dummies book. The pdf is available for free online with a quick google search. Study and do all the practice tests. For me it was the best way to study.
All testing completed! Take your file to the desk where they stamp everything. Photo copies of certain pages are made. You then take those to your recruiting liaison.
Near the entrance was a meeting room surrounded by offices for each branch of the armed forces. I was there for the USAF. In the office we did a bunch of paperwork. The staff then had me lift on an exercise machine. It was a dead lift into a shoulder press. You did reps while the weights were increased until you couldn't lift the weight. I maxed the machine out at 110 lbs.
From there I was sent into an office area. There were workers who explained to you the process of the background check as well as information about your contract. Basically a 'checks and balances' talk to make sure your recruiters aren't giving you false information about your contract. You do a bunch of paperwork and are digitally fingerprinted.
From there it's back to the recruiting office. Your liaison then gives you a list of jobs that you qualify for. If you are in DEP you pick your list of jobs. You should have this prepared already. Have a few backup jobs as well in case you don't qualify for your original list. My case was a bit different.
Once you have your job list you do even more paperwork. Then off to the swear in ceremony. They teach you what to say and how to stand at attention and parade rest. Your recruiter is there to take pictures. Because of COVID they did not allow any family members to be present.
After swearing in you are finally all done. Time to check out at the front desk and gather your personal items. Your recruiter will now drive you back if you are in DEP or you will be waiting for the bus if you are being shipped.
Lunch was served after all the medical procedures were completed. It was during the downtime where we were waiting for our liaison. We were given a choice of turkey roast beef or cold cut combo sandwich on a bulkie roll with a water and an orange. This was around noon time.
And that's about it. There was a lot of 'hurry up and wait'. While you were at a station you were expected to pay attention and get your test done quickly. We had a lot of people because of the backlog caused by COVID.
General advice: pay attention. Use your head and do what they tell you to do. Wait for them to explain everything to you before you act or say anything. Don't try and preemptively do something until told. Walk with a purpose. Don't be talking loudly with your neighbor - a few people got scolded for that. You aren't there to make friends. You will be waiting around for long periods of time. Fortunately where I went they had a TV in every waiting room. We got to watch Major Payne in it's entirety. Your situation may be different. Don't fall asleep or nod off.
I found the staff at my MEPS to be very pleasant and professional. They all seemed to be (mostly) in a good mood. I've heard stories about the exact opposite. I came in on my guard and was surprised. Better that than the opposite.
Wear nice clothing. I wore a polo shirt with khaki shorts. Shower ahead of time. You're going through a medical exam and will be close up with people. Wear a disposable mask. They didn't allow the cloth ones in. Be respectful. Yes sir, no ma'am. It's better to start out overly respectful and tone it back rather than the opposite.
Finally just use your head. Be smart about what you do. No need to be nervous. Realize that this is their job. The staff all do this every day and it is normal for them. I saw one kid was so nervous that he was practically shaking. There was also a kid who was bragging about how he failed his last time through MEPS because his drug test came up for pot. Don't be that guy. Lay low but there's no need to be worried.
This turned out a lot longer than I expected. I'll be on for a while to answer any questions that I might have missed.
(edit - added disclaimer)
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2020.10.20 06:22 Bambdeer Men's locker room spycam

In the women locker rooms girl tend to cover themselves up which is normal. My friend told me that guys usually don't care if they have a towel on or not and tend not to wear anything. Is this true? Me and my friend are writing a book with characters so this information would be useful. What usually goes off first? Do men changed their underwear in the showers?
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2020.10.19 23:08 SomnumScriptor Men's locker room spycam

I found it stuck in the door to my apartment. “Need an escape from life? The Corpus Arcade may be just what you’re looking for!” A picture of a dark room backlit with the colour washes of video games giving silhouettes of their players filled the background of the flyer. At the bottom was a small map that gave directions to the arcade. I didn’t see any on the neighbor’s doors, but the hours we keep are different, so they had probably already grabbed theirs and tossed them away. I was heading for the trash when I decided that I might give it a shot. I was a Mortal Kombat Queen back in the day and I hadn’t been to a real arcade in over a decade. Worst case scenario would be that it sucked and I left.
When I got settled in on the sofa, I gave the flyer a look again. The back side advertised a specific game they had. “The Nightmare House” was a new, highly immersive VR trek through a virtual haunted house. It asked for appointments to be set up and for players to be prepared to wear special garments provided in the arcade to allow for all of the VR attachments to be properly applied to the body for “the most realistic playing experience possible!!” It included a $10 off coupon of the $20 fee. Now I love my Mortal Kombat, but this was really intriguing. I don’t have any experience with VR, I can’t afford the gadgets, so I decided that I would go ahead and give this a try. If I had to pay the $20, no way in hell. But I was willing to put up $10 for something that sounded this advanced.
I called the number listed and made arrangements to go in that Saturday at 3pm. The person on the phone warned me not to have too much to drink before coming in as the game takes a while and doesn’t allow for pauses. “And who knows? Might just scare the piss out of you!” They chuckled at me before reconfirming the time and date. This was sounding awesome. If it really was that long of a game, I’d be getting my money’s worth. I just hoped it proved as cool as they made it sound. Like I said, I have no experience with VR and I really hoped I wasn’t going to be stuck watching a version of a Fun House ride in cartoonish graphics for half an hour.
The rest of the week passed and on Saturday I made sure to have just a small breakfast and a single cup of coffee so that I wouldn’t embarrass myself with any uncontrollable bodily functions at the arcade. I took the flyer with me for directions and the coupon and eventually found myself in a neighbourhood I’d never been in previously. It seemed to be a small couple of blocks of a business district, but most of the businesses were either closed down with the windows boarded up, or really odd. There was a musical instrument shop that had a few clunky looking old fashioned instruments in the window, a knick knack store that certainly hadn’t been dusted in months judging from its display, and a second hand clothes store with someone outside of it sweeping the sidewalk in an orange robe who gave me a little grin and a nod. The Corpus Arcade was unmistakable though, the black doors had a giant white skull worked into them with a combination of paint and sculpture, and a sign above with The Corpus Arcade written in dripping red lettering.
When I entered, it was pure nostalgia, all of the sounds of the games flooding over me like a familiar flannel; the glow of the games, the sounds of pinball, fake gunfire, and an 80s music soundtrack, and the smell of nachos and hot dogs was all a trip down memory lane. It wasn’t until I had been in there for a good couple of minutes that I realized the one thing that was missing, the people. It was a Saturday afternoon, the place should be flooded with kids and teens and other older geeks like me. I noticed a few Skee Ball machines with tickets hanging out of them, but couldn’t see where the winners were. As I wandered further in I noticed a few doors leading off to different game sections. Still no people though. It was rather eerie. I think I would have been more comfortable had the place not felt so alive while being so empty really. If it was in complete darkness and silence rather than being so familiar, if I was sneaking in when it was closed perhaps, that would have been less strange.
When someone tapped me on the shoulder, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I spun around to face them and found a girl dressed as some sort of Goth nurse on roller skates. She was wearing a face mask and smelled like bubble gum, which she seemed to be chewing behind the mask. “Hey! You must be my 3 o’clock! I’m The Nurse, I run The Nightmare House. Are you all ready?”
“Uh, yeah,” I handed her a $10 bill and the flyer with the coupon on it.
“Great! Follow me. This game is totally new top of the line tech, I’m going to ask you to do a few things that might sound weird, but they totally make the game awesome,” she skated over to one of the doors and led me inside. We were in a small room with a chair and 2 more doors. Pointing to the side door she said, “Okay, there are lockers in there and a gown for you to wear. We’ll be putting some different things on you to allow your movements to be tracked in the game as well as some electrodes that help make it even more immersive. Sounds weird, right? Don’t worry, it’s all brand new tech, we got an early release. We’re totally lucky to have gotten this machine. I’ll wait for you out here. You can leave on your bra and panties if you want or, if you’re worried about it, there’s an adult diaper in there too. Honestly, I’ve had to clean up some nasty shit, so I’d prefer it if you wore that, but it’s your call. Oh! Right, I almost forgot. There’s a bottle of gel in there. If you could just use it like lotion and cover yourself with it, most people feel more comfortable doing it themselves. It just helps with the way the electrodes work.” She gestured towards the door again, gave me a wink and then sat down on the chair to wait for me.
This was by far the weirdest thing that had happened to me in a long while, but it was getting more intriguing by the moment. I opened the door and walked into the little locker room. There was a hospital style gown with the arcade’s logo on it, an adult diaper, again with the arcade’s logo on it, which had me giggling, an open locker, and a bottle of gel along with a toilet and sink. I figured what the hell, made sure to use the toilet first, gelled myself up, changed into the gown and adult diaper because there was no way I wasn’t going to use a black adult diaper with an arcade logo on it, it’d make for a great story, and then stuffed everything in the locker. When I was finished, I went back out into the vestibule to meet The Nurse.
“Awesome! Looking good!” she laughed. “Now, let’s get you ready,” I followed her as she rolled her way into the room behind the other door.
This room featured something like a chair crossed with an exo suit frame with arm and leg rests that had straps on them. Alongside of it were a lot of different pieces of equipment and wires. I would hate to be the person who had to deal with all of those wires. The Nurse had me climb into the chair and set about adjusting the lengths of the arms and legs, little flaps folded out of the bottoms of the legs to support my feet. She wrapped things around me to monitor my leg movements, put gloves on my hands, and then started applying the various electrodes on me before strapping me into the chair. She did something to the back and it raised up from the floor and set me in a standing position. “Try moving around,” she instructed, so I did. The chair, or whatever it was, moved with me. It seemed that if I was to be moving in the game, I could do so while not running into the walls. I was incredibly impressed.
“Okay, last thing we need to do is a few wires to the head and get the goggles on you. I have to put a little bit of this goop on your head for the wires again, the gel doesn’t work as well on the head. It washes out really easy, is that cool?” she asked.
I nodded and she ended up parting different sections of my hair and then smoothing something cool onto my scalp and then sticking what I assumed were more electrodes into those spots. “Alrighty then, just need to put on the headset and you’ll be ready to go! You’re going to experience darkness for a few minutes first, just try to relax, nothing is wrong with the game, it’s just a way to let you get accustomed to the feeling of everything and for the game to get accustomed to you. Any last questions?”
I was going to ask her about why the arcade was empty, but I didn’t think that was the type of question she was talking about. I was going to ask her what she meant by the game getting accustomed to me, but I assumed it was just collecting all of the information from the pieces of equipment that were all over my body and making adjustments for that. Like I might have mentioned before, I have no clue how VR works and didn’t really want to embarrass myself. “Nope,” I said. “I think I’m good.”
“Cool. Okay, get ready to enter The Nightmare House. Your goal is to make it through alive. To get out, you have to find the door. Not just a door, but the door. You’ll know you’ve found the door when you get back to reality. Have a safe trip!” She gave me a wink as she slipped the headset on. It covered my eyes as well as my ears. At once I was in complete darkness and absolute silence.
I’m glad she had warned me about that, I would have been worried after the first 30 seconds otherwise. Instead, I relaxed. I wiggled my fingers in the gloves and then moved around a little bit to get a feel for the frame I was strapped to. The seat was so soft that I barely noticed it was there helping to support me, moving my arms and legs a bit, I found that I couldn’t feel any resistance against them and the sensation of having the frame parts next to me was fading, the cushioning on them must help with that as well. All in all I was kind of enjoying being a floating being in a huge, empty space. After a couple of minutes, light started slowly filling the area, the sound of birds joined in with it. As the light started to add some rather blurry scenery, I hoped that the graphics quality would improve and I closed my eyes.
When I opened them again, everything was clear. Not just well pixelated, it was completely clear. I was standing in the orchard of the house that I grew up in and it was as perfect as I remembered it. I could even smell the mulberries and the apples, I could hear the birds, it was like nothing I had ever experienced in a game before. It took me a minute of just looking around and taking deep breaths, to come to terms with what I was seeing. Somehow this game had replicated my old home’s grounds immaculately. Perhaps there was more to The Nurse’s reference about the game getting to know me than I had originally thought. This was definitely impressive.
After I got a grip on myself, I looked closer at things. That’s when I noticed the snakes. I dream about them often. Brightly colored snakes between a foot to 5 feet long. They hung from the trees, slithered in the grass, and poked their heads up from small holes in the ground. I like snakes. I really do, had them as pets once. But in my dreams, the snakes all bite. I kept perfectly still while I checked up to see if the terrain was the same as I was used to. Barn to the right, gravel road behind me, barn and assorted buildings ahead to the right, same distance straight ahead was the garage, and then the house to the left of that with the yard fenced in. I was going to have to make a break to the house. I should be able to get there. At least this was just a game, right?
I made it about 2 yards before the snakes started biting. They leapt, they flew, they swarmed towards me with an air of determination and launched themselves through the air at me, latching on and not letting go. I was wrong though, this might have just been a game, but those bites hurt. I was at a dead run towards the house, trying to pull away as many of the snakes as I could while more kept popping out of the grass to attack me. Some fell off as I shook my arms and tried to push them away, but I still had some holding tightly with their teeth. Yanking a particularly vicious one from my hand, I realized that it hadn’t given up biting me yet and the teeth ripped a decent sized wound into the area between my thumb and forefinger. By this time I was screaming and swearing and trying to avoid the damned things.
When I made it to the gate, it was locked. But this gate never had a lock, not a real one. The fence was taller now as well. I might have been able to climb over the old one in seconds, but it had changed. What had once been a decorative wire fence was now a 6 foot tall wrought iron fence with a huge lock mechanism. I turned around frantically and saw the door to the garage. Turning around I ran to it and shoved it open, thankfully it wasn’t locked. I got into the garage and pushed it closed behind me. I still had a number of snakes attached to me. I started grabbing them by their heads to get them to release my flesh, and one by one I pulled them off, quickly opened the door to throw them out, and closed it again. After the last one was gone, I leaned up against the door to catch my breath.
I was panting and bleeding and my heart was racing. This was the first part of the game. It took me a second to even remember that I was in a game. It was so like my dreams, and my past, that if it weren’t for the fence I probably would have convinced myself that I was dreaming. Looking around the garage, the car wasn’t there. A few tools sat on the table in the back and there were some floorboards pried up. A face peeked up from below the floor. It was one of the dead people I’d dreamt there before. An older woman, thin with papery skin and dull eyes. “Hello, Lovie. You made it! I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Are you a quest giver or something in this game?” I asked.
“Hmmm. I wouldn’t say that. But I can tell you a few things,” she cocked her head to the side and a look of panic crossed her face. “Hurry! He’s coming, you need to get down here with us,” she gestured beneath the floor. “No time for arguing,” she said as I got ready to protest crawling down under the floor, “I’ll explain, just hurry!”
I ran over to where she had been peeking up from and saw that the ground extended about a foot and a half beneath the boards, I also noticed that there were a few more dead people down there. Some were shaking in fear, one smiled and waved at me, the rest were just being dead. I dropped down to join them and an old man moved the floorboards back in position over top of us. I was forced to lay down as it was too small of an area to crouch in. The lady was right beside me and she covered my mouth with a surprisingly strong grip. “Shhhhh. Just wait until he’s gone and then I’ll tell you what I can.”
I started to try fighting her grasp until I heard the door slam open. Heavy footsteps rang out in the silence and rained dust down from above. I tried to breathe as quietly as I could, as I was the only one who actually needed to breathe. I knew I couldn’t afford to draw the attention of whomever this was; if the snakes hurt, what could this person do? I buried my head against the dead woman’s chest, trying to cover up any noise I might make. The stomping continued and the person seemed to be looking around for something. It checked under the table with the tools on it, looked inside the metal cabinet with the full body snowsuits, and then seemed to be sniffing the air. As I currently had my face shoved into a dead woman’s chest and was lying next to a number of other assorted dead people, I was pretty sure that their stench would cover up any scent I could have left behind. It wasn’t as terrible as it could have been I suppose, they seemed to have stopped decomposing early enough, but they didn’t smell of roses, that’s for damned sure.
After throwing a few things around and growling and cursing beneath his breath, the man finally left. I didn’t move until the woman pulled away from me. She kept her head cocked, listening until she was sure he was gone. “Very good. You wouldn’t have had a chance to find the door if he had found you so soon. I’m Matilda, at least I am now. I think in your dreams I’m… Mary? It doesn’t matter.”
“What’s going on?” I asked her. “There is no way this is just a game. Everything is far too real. It’s not some haunted house, it’s my dreams, and my nightmares.”
“Well, yes, Dear. It’s The Nightmare House. It changes for everyone. But there are a few of us placed about here and there to help players figure things out a bit. You started in an unfortunate spot. I’m quite glad you made it here before that man came. That would have been game over. I guess you could have just stayed with us then, but to be honest, it gets a bit boring living under the floor.”
“What do you mean by game over? Wouldn’t I just end up in the chair after losing?”
“Well no, of course not. Didn’t they tell you that you had to find the door? It’s hard to find the door when you’re dead. Those folks over there that haven’t moved are proof of that. The rest of us are part of the game, but they’re losers. You really don’t want to lose, Dearie,” she said. “You need to play the game, but you need to treat everything as if it’s real. If it can hurt you in life, it can hurt you in the game. The Nightmare House takes your dreams and nightmares and then adds to them. You can’t rely entirely on your memory of how things should be, because the game makes a few changes. Take nothing for granted, look out for everything, and do your best not to get hurt or killed. You need to find the door and win the game.” Through the bit of light that filtered between the boards I could see that she was looking at me with a very sad expression on her face.
“How does that even work? I’m strapped in a chair in an arcade wearing a helmet, can’t I just take it off?”
“You can try, but I’ve never seen anyone able to do it. The gloves won’t find it. All of the things that you have on you are what makes this real. You’ve allowed them to hook themselves up to your nervous system and into your brain. If you experience pain or death here, your body will as well out there,” she shook her head. “No, you need to find the door and escape.”
“Can you tell me where the door is?” I begged her.
“Unfortunately I don’t know. They only let me be here as part of a tutorial of sorts I guess you could say. Every game is different, so even if I knew where it had been once, you probably wouldn’t have the same place in your game. You’ll have to find it on your own. You’ll have to check every door. You might also want to bandage up some of those bites and find some better clothes for sneaking around in.” I realized then that I was dressed in the black hospital gown. Looking closer at the dead-dead people, I noticed they were wearing the same.
“I can’t get to the house, the gate is locked. Do you know if there’s a key?”
“I don’t know about that, but there is a tunnel from the back corner that goes to the root cellar. That should put you in the yard at least,” she pointed over into the darkness towards the back of the garage beneath the floor. “You can check up above to see if there’s anything that can help you on your way, but I would try to be quick about it. You never know when that man will come back.”
I thanked her and moved a couple of the floorboards again to see what I could find in the garage. I found a heavy coat in the cabinet that I put on, a large, heavy wrench, and a somewhat rusted hatchet. The hatchet was more of a child’s version, lightweight, probably wouldn’t cut very deep into anything, but it was better than nothing. There was a flashlight, but it was dead and I couldn’t find any batteries. I found an old Zippo in one of the drawers that still lit, so I stowed it in my coat pocket and crawled back under the floor. “Thanks Matilda. Wish me luck. No offense, but I’d rather not spend the rest of my life, or death, under the floor of the garage.”
“Oh, you’re welcome, Dearie. I hope you find the door,” she patted me on my cheek and gave me a smile. The other dead people, at least the not dead-dead ones, waved me on my way and I crawled to the back of the garage floor.
The tunnel that Matilda had mentioned was about 2 feet by 2 feet and made of hard packed earth. It sloped down rather steeply from where it started but went in a mostly straight line towards the root cellar. With the oversized coat on, it was very cramped and the little trickles of dirt that I knocked loose as I crawled through it were not reassuring. Several times I had to stop and catch my breath. It was completely dark once I had left the area just beneath the floor and I had no idea how far I had yet to go. Judging distance while crawling on my stomach in dirt tunnels wasn’t one of the skills I had honed over the years. I thought I was doing pretty good by just not having a panic attack. The air was stale and musty, small insects were crawling around and getting caught in my hair, and a few times I had what must have been cobwebs brush against my face. Finally the tunnel evened out. I hoped that meant that I was near the cellar. Inch by inch I moved forward, brushing aside more webs until I reached the exit, which was boarded up.
I nearly gave way to my panic until I jostled one of the boards and it pushed itself free and onto the floor ahead of me. The others came down just as easily, they must have just been used for concealment. I tried to figure out in my head where exactly in the root cellar I would be coming out. From the faint light coming from above, I realized it must have been right beneath the stairs. I climbed out of the tunnel, brushed off my coat and hair, and pulled the lighter out of my pocket. I was still staying near the floor, the old, unused cellar was filthy and the stairs ran up over my head. I could see more cobwebs around me and waved the hatchet to knock them free and out of my way. As I rounded the staircase, I lit the Zippo to get a better look. The light didn’t extend all of the way to the back of the cellar, but it showed me enough. Those weren’t just cobwebs.
The walls were thick with webs, in some places they criss-crossed the room. Quite a few of them had occupants. From the furthest point on the ceiling that the light reached, I saw first one spider, about the size of my hand, then more start scurrying their way towards me. The webs started to bounce as the spiders that occupied them shook back and forth. Some of them even managed to hiss at me. Snakes I could think rationally about, I liked snakes. Spiders are a definite “Fuck no!” to my brain, so I set myself swinging the hatchet and bolting up the rickey old stairs to get out of the door that lay closed on the top of the little hilockl above me. I got halfway up when I almost ran into the web of a spider whose body was nearly the size of my head, its black, chitinous outer layer shining, its legs spread out at least a foot. The only good thing about a spider that big is that I was able to bring it down without having to pay too much attention to my aim. I knocked it out of its web and onto the steps and then flung it across the back of the cellar and I fell to my knees. I surged up after that, throwing the door above me open and jumping out of the cellar. I threw the door back closed as I watched hundreds of spiders pursuing me up the steps. Throwing everything on the ground, I shook out my hair, the coat, I could feel them crawling on me whether they were or weren’t. It took me a good 5 minutes to stop trying to brush imaginary spiders off of myself.
When I had finally calmed down a bit, I put the coat back on and walked up to the door to the house. If this thing was locked, the wrench would get me in. I’d break a window if I had to. Luckily, it wasn’t locked and I made it into the laundry room of the old farm house. Taking Matilda’s advice I dug through the clean clothes and came up with some of my old clothes. I don’t know how they fit me again, but I don’t care. The highlight of the laundry room, besides not having snakes, dead people, stomping men, or spiders in it was the discovery of my old 8 eyelet Doc Martens. I loved those boots. Dressed in somewhat more protective clothing I left the room and entered the kitchen where I immediately scoped around the place and grabbed a nice knife to add to my arsenal. Just in case, I opened every cupboard door, but none of them were the door.
The bathroom was next and I went straight to the linen closet, tried the door and was disappointed, but did find some bandages and ointment. I set them on the counter and turned on the sink. As I cleaned out the wound on my hand, I looked up to the mirror. I had no face. No. Fucking. Face. I stumbled back to the bath/shower door and tried to understand. There was just smooth skin where my face should have been. How could I see it though, if I didn’t have eyes? I tried putting my hands on my face, it felt completely smooth to them, but I noticed that my face didn’t feel my hands. Some kind of nightmare trick I guess. But freaky as fuck. I couldn’t stand seeing that any more so I focused on my hand, got it taken care of, tried the sliding door to the tub and shower just in case, and got the fuck away from that mirror.
I knew I had to be quiet, but I also wanted to start searching the house for the door as quickly as possible. I stalked around the first floor, which was a mostly open floor plan, silently checking the few doors I could find. Doors on the cabinets as well as those to the rooms and closets. Finding nothing there, I started up the stairs. When I got to the top of the flight, I heard a noise from below. Looking over the edge of the rails that ran around the top of the staircase I saw my mother. This would have been a great thing if she hadn’t been staring at me with her eyes nearly bulging out of her head, wearing a crazys smile, and waving a bigger knife than I had back and forth like she was using it to say hi. I just gaped at her and she put a finger to her lips. “Shhhhhhh.” She ran off out of my sight.
So if it didn’t suck already, I had to worry about a psychotic, armed version of my mother running around somewhere in the house as well. I checked the door to the cubby over the stairs, the door to my sister’s room, the door to her her closet, and proceeded down the hallway as quietly as I could. Each new door I pressed my ear against, checking for signs of anyone being there. I opened them as silently as I could, holding my breath and wincing when they squeaked. The hallway didn’t exist in reality, but it did in the dream of this house, only it led to another staircase at the end. There was something unnerving about it. It seemed dark, as if the light and life was being sucked out of it. I realized it was the staircase from my dreams of my aunt’s house. The one that led to the possessed floor. The one with a demon somewhere in it. The third floor was a very long hallway with so many doors, and all the while that you crossed it, the demon got stronger and stronger until you reached the next flight of stairs going up at the other end. I had always done my best in dreams to avoid that floor. When I did have to go through it, it was at a run as I felt the ice cold claws snatching at my back. Now I was going to have to go through it and check every single door. As far as traps went, the game had found a good one here.
I crept as softly as I could up the stairs, leading with the knife. I could hear faint laughter coming from further down the hall. When I reached the first door, it swung open on its own. Stifling a gasp, I walked into the room. It was a parlour with a few china hutches and a seating area. I checked every damned one of the doors on the hutches as the echoing laughter started getting louder. It was high pitched, the sound of the creepy ghost kid in a horror movie. I was the character that everyone was shouting at for being an idiot and not running the fuck away. But I didn’t have that option. This floor would be a good place to hide the way out, I had to check them all. With one last look over the parlour, I went back into the hall. The next door swung open before I even got to it, slamming against the wall to the room. This room was empty with the exception of a few pieces of furniture covered in sheets. I started peeking under each sheet, checking for anything that might have a door on it. After the chair and the ottoman, I felt an icy finger draw itself across my cheek. A voice that sounded like many voices at once yelled out “Looking for something?” and all of the sheets flew into the air. There was nothing beneath them that had a door, but there was a standing, full sized mirror. I caught my faceless reflection again, and behind me, in the doorway, my mother standing again with her knife, shushing me. I spun around, but she was gone.
When I got back to the hallway, all of the doors slammed themselves open. Some of them were swinging open and closed, slamming both into the walls and shut. The child’s laughter was now blaringly loud with a deep accompaniment. My mother was nowhere to be seen. At this point, I admit, I straight up lost my nerves. I forced myself into those rooms, sometimes having to avoid getting hit by a door. All of the doors within the rooms were open as well. It was as if the demon that possessed this floor was mocking me. Whether or not the exit was here, it knew I had to try every door. I couldn’t just flee from it this time. The whole floor was alive with slamming doors and the horrible cacophony of laughter. I reached the final room and walked in to see a child’s bedroom. I had never entered any of the rooms from this hallway before, so I don’t know whether it was always here or if it was the game.
Standing behind the bed was a little girl, the source of the laughter. She looked up at me with black eyes. Her voice was, like the laughter at that point, a combination of her own and the voices of many others all at once. “Would you like to have tea with me? I know you like to play!”
I ran to the side of the room where her closet was and checked the door. It wasn’t it. I’d done this entire floor for nothing and now I had a possessed kid taunting me.
She stomped her foot. “Look at me! Play with me! I know, let’s play dolls! Have you seen my dollhouse?” She pointed towards the corner to a huge dollhouse. It was opened in half, it was 4 stories tall, and it had many, many doors. “You know you want to play!”
I nearly wept. “Okay, let’s play dolls,” I whispered.
She smiled wickedly at me and handed me a doll. It looked just like me. I went over to the dollhouse and tried to start opening all of the doors that I could find in it. The little girl slapped me, “That is not how we play! We have to have the dolls get dressed and then have a party for them in the attic!”
“How, how about I look through the house and try to find things to take up to the attic for the party while you get the dolls dressed?” At least the attic didn’t seem to have more than the one room, if the dollhouse was a true reflection of the house. It was also mostly bare. What if the door wasn’t in the house? How fucked was I?
“I suppose. But, you have to set up the party really nice,” she pouted. A demon possessed child pouting is not something you say no to.
I gave her a nod and went back to checking the doors in the dollhouse, taking a few items here and there and putting them in the attic for “the party”. When I opened one of the doors, something pricked my thumb, I yanked it back to my mouth and saw a doll version of my mother, complete with knife, hiding in one of the closets. I carefully took the doll out and saw something behind her in the closet, a large iron key. I snatched it out and snuck it into my pocket while I was turned away from the little girl and immediately put the mother doll into the attic. “Look, she’s coming to the party too! Won’t that be fun?” I tried for cheerful, I really did.
“You don’t know anything do you? She’ll ruin the party. You need to lock her up.” She rolled her eyes at me as she finished dressing up the other dolls.
“Why would I lock her up?”
“Because she always ruins things for me. She’s no fun, she’s mean, and she doesn’t let me do anything!” screamed the girl.
“Maybe I’ll just have her sit here on the stairs, then she can hear the party and be sad that she can’t come, how does that sound?” My mind was running at 90 miles a minute trying to figure things out. True, the version of my mother running around scared the shit out of me, but she hadn’t actually hurt me, and she seemed to be able to frustrate the demon child. I had a key now, I might be wrong, but it seemed like it was possibly a way to escape from the game, I just had to make it out alive.
“Fine,” she sighed. “But she doesn’t get any cake and she doesn’t get to play.”
“Okay, deal.” I put the mother doll right on the staircase. I had finished opening every damned door inside of the dollhouse and it was finally time to test my theory.
I started to stand up and stretched my joints a bit. It wasn’t until I turned around and started running for the door that the demon child realized what I was doing. “No!” The demon shed the child at that point like a second skin and charged after me as I just made it out the door. I started running up the stairs and there was my mother, maniacal smile, knife, and all. She nodded at me as I ran past her and turned to face the demon. I made it up to the attic and opened the door. It was not the one. I slammed the door shut and got to work.
When I had been “decorating for the party” I made sure to put certain things that I found in the dollhouse into the attic. That included all of the bedsheets I had found. It might be cliche, but the dollhouse was lacking in rappelling gear. There on the floor were the sheets. I tied them together as fast as I could, triple checked the room for any hidden doors in case I was wrong, and then tied one end of the sheet to a sturdy table by a window to the front of the house. There was screaming on the stairs, but it sounded as though my mother was winning. It would all be over if I could just get out of here. I opened the window, lowered out my escape “rope” and climbed out. I was very careful lowering myself down the side of the house, I hadn’t come this far to die close enough to the garage that I’d end up spending eternity with Matilda.
When I reached the ground, I ran to the gate. The key fit into the lock. I closed my eyes and said a short prayer and then unlocked the gate. The air in the space between the fence seemed to shimmer, like a road on a hot day. I stepped through the gate and the sky began to swirl into darkness. Moments later the VR headset was pulled from my head.
“Hey! Welcome back! I wasn’t sure if you’d make it or not. Glad you didn’t need the diaper even if you wore it though.” I sat, stunned, as The Nurse prattled away around me while taking off all of the wires and gloves. “Pretty neat game, huh?”
“I’ve never been through anything like it,” I told her honestly. I just wanted to get the fuck out of there and get home. I didn’t want to know the answers to the questions I had. I just wanted to go home and forget that I’d ever done this. I would never come within a mile of VR again.
“Here,” she handed something to me, “all of the winners get one. I guessed your size.” It was a black T-shirt with “The Corpus Arcade” on the back and “I Survived The Nightmare House” in the same dripping font as the sign.
“Thanks. I think I need to go take a nap.” I took the T-shirt, got dressed, and walked out of the arcade without looking around me. I didn;t want to see that there were no people there that I could see. I didn’t know why there were no people there that I could see, and I didn’t want to know why.
I went home. I took that nap. I stayed home the next day and watched comedies. I called my mother to tell her I loved her. Then I went back to work and never told anyone about what happened. I saw a few people posting about their experiences with The Corpus Arcade and decided it was finally the time to do so myself. There’s one thing that’s been bothering me ever since I left that place. One thing more than what you’d expect anyway. Every now and then when I’m around a mirror, I’ll catch a reflection out of the corner of my eye that doesn’t have a face. If I look directly at it, it will clear up and I see myself just fine. But I’m scared. I don’t know if it’s my imagination, if it’s something I brought back with me, or if maybe I’m still in that room, strapped to that thing and I never find the right door? I tried to find it a few times, but I never did. It wasn’t listed anywhere and none of the neighbours had gotten a flyer. I thought I found the area, but it just wasn’t there. I do still have the T-shirt though, so that’s something.
The Corpus Arcade
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2020.10.19 12:33 BlueMuffinPaste Where Do Henchmen Come From? - Chapter One

AN: Decided to make my own attempt at a Supervillainy style story.


“Remove your blindfolds, recruits.”
Jason pulled the cloth from his eyes, wincing as they slowly grew accustomed to the sudden light. Blearily blinking tears away, he found himself standing on a tarmac runway with a group of equally disorientated men and women.
The plane they’d arrived on stood as an imposing edifice behind them, and Jason found himself edging towards the shade it provided. Wherever they were, it was fucking hot. Humid too, given that even once he arrived, the shade offered little reprieve from the clammy heat.
Of course, he didn’t get to enjoy even that small reprieve for long, as an intimidating figure in an all-too-familiar costume made himself known from amongst the crowd of milling recruits.
“Get into a line you dumb fucks!” The man yelled, his bug-eyed goggles glinting in the light. “You want be part of the New World Order? Then show some fucking discipline!”
Jason didn’t know about being part of any New World Order, he just didn’t want to be the only one dumb enough not to obey. Nor did anyone else apparently, as the group of recruits quickly shuffled into something that reasonably approximated something close to a straight line.
“Sloppy.” The henchman, who’d at some point been joined by some of his colleagues from the nearby structure, grunted as he strode up and down the line. “Very sloppy.”
It was a bit sobering to see them all. Normally when you saw a supervillain’s henchmen, it was on TV, where the flamboyantly dressed mooks were being thrown around the place by equally ridiculously dressed heroes.
Here and now though? Dressed like some kind of horrific juxtaposition between a bright yellow bobsledding team and riot-police? More to the point, armed with weapons capable of flinging incandescent red lasers?
Now they no longer looked so funny.
“Frisk em’.” The lead mook – not that there was any way of identifying, given that the masked men all looked alike – said.
Jason wasn’t the only one who flinched a little as the masked men stepped forward, the one in front of him patting him up and down with brisk confident motions. The goon wasn’t delicate about it either. He wouldn’t find anything though. They’d all been frisked before boarding the plane and getting blind folded.
Still, Jason wasn’t dumb enough to say that aloud.
“Hey man! You already checked us!”
…Though apparently not everyone was. The sudden sound of a fist meeting flesh was unsurprising, as was the sound of someone keeling over with a surprised grunt.
Jason kept his eyes forward. He’d seen enough movies to know that looking was bad. Hell, he almost thought he saw an approving nod from his frisker, though that might have just been wishful thinking on his part.
“I wasn’t aware I was asking for your opinion, recruit?” The lead henchman said. “Do I need your opinion?”
Jason heard the sound of someone awkwardly clambering to their feet, followed by what might have been a ‘no, sir’. The speaker sounded like they were trying hold down their in flight meal – which had been a devil to eat blindfolded – though, so it came out as more of a gurgle.
Apparently the goon leader was feeling merciful though, because he accepted the response with little more than a grunt.
“Right then,” the man said as he turned around. “Let’s get you all inside with the rest of the new fish. The inaugural speech should be starting soon.”
Jason followed the man with the rest of the recruits, all too aware of the rifle-armed goons falling in behind the group. The building they arrived at was nothing special. A squat concrete structure near the runway with a card slot and a big metal door.
A door that, to Jason’s relief, opened with an audible hiss as the goon leader input his card.
At least it was airconditioned. He was a Wyoming boy through and through, and the heat was not agreeing with him.
“Not one bit,” he murmured as he wiped the sweat from his brow and followed the group inside. The building interior was nothing special either. Concrete walls and ceiling, and a hallway that lead down, presumably to a larger facility underground. Still, Jason couldn’t help but feel a slight hint of trepidation as the massive metal doors closed behind him, sealing him in.
Even though it was ridiculous to even think that he could before, the slamming of those metal doors told him that there was no backing out now.
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Perhaps it was a bit conceited to think that the inaugural speech would be given by Gremlin herself. Instead it was being given by the man most news pundits labeled as the supervillain’s right hand.
“Your problems, all of them, are a result of those in power.” Hellstorm said, injecting quite a bit of passion into his voice for a man whose voice box was mostly cybernetic. “Society is sick. The rich stay rich, the poor stay poor, and the heroes uphold the status quo. The Doctor will change that. She foresees a new world. A better world. A world where-”
Jason honestly wasn’t paying too much attention to the speech. Instead he found his eyes roaming around the room, picking up little details.
For one thing, the auditorium was surprisingly big given that it was underground. There’d already been a few other groups of recruits in the place when they’d arrived, and there were easily fifty people in the room, but there were still plenty of seats left over.
Why? Did Gremlin recruit often? In larger batches? Did the room double as a briefing room? If so, how many people did she have working for her? Just in this facility? Did she have more than one? Assumedly she did, because she was known as an American supervillain, and wherever they were, it wasn’t America. The climate was all wrong, and they’d flown for at least twelve hours. Probably. It was hard to tell under the blindfold, which was undoubtedly the point.
Just how large was the woman’s organization? The news had always painted her as middle-of-the-lane - just one more crackpot amongst dozens of others. Had they been underselling her? Or were these the kinds of resources even an ‘average’ villain could call upon? Assumedly not. Not all villain’s had ‘themed’ goons after all. Most just had street toughs with guns.
Did the woman have a larger support base because her powers were based in technology?
As he mused on just how large the supervillain’s organization was, he found his eyes settling on his fellow recruits. Most were like him, young and reasonably fit. Some were watching the hologram raptly, while others looked a little bored. He shouldn’t have been surprised to see women in the crowd, given that the leader of their organization was a woman herself.
“Alright recruits, line up in groups of fifteen!”
Jason jolted as he realized the hologram was gone, and apparently the speech had ended. Once more he experienced the joy of a large group of people trying to organizing themselves into lines, only this time it was complicated even more by the increased size of the crowd.
“Move it you louts!” A costumed henchman near him yowled, alerting him to her presence and the fact that she was a woman. “We don’t have all fucking day. Move with purpose!”
With the help of the costumed goons, the crowd managed to organize themselves into four lines of fifteen people. Though not without a few recruits receiving a few ‘love-taps’ for not moving fast enough for the nearby henchmen.
He also noted that at the head of each line was a henchman who was differentiated from the others by the fact that they each had a different colored armband on; red, blue, yellow and green.
“Alright,” The female henchman, who he now realized had a blue armband and was now closest to the door, yelled. “Blue group follow me. Stay in formation.”
Being part of blue group, Jason followed obediently along down the corridor. As he walked, he couldn’t help but be put in mind of a group of ducklings following along after mother duck.
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“Seven pairs of underwear. White.” The henchman, who had introduced herself as Blue Leader called out.
Jason nodded as he moved the few remaining garments from his recently issued pack into his even more recently issued locker. All around him, the other members of the recently dubbed Blue Team did so as well.
“Seven pairs of socks. White.”
Some worked more happily than others. Not everyone had been pleased to discover that the dorm they were occupying would be co-ed. Some were a little too pleased. Jason didn’t see the big deal.
“Right, that should be everything,” Blue Leader said as she looked up from her clipboard. “From here on out keeping track of all the equipment you have been issued is your own responsibility. Misplace any of it and the cost to replace it will be on you. More to the point, I will be displeased and I will make my displeasure known to you.” The woman’s blank mask moved up and down the line of recruits. “Is that clear?”
The group responded with a variety of affirmations, prompting the woman to slam the handle of her baton into a nearby locker. “When I ask you a question you will respond clearly and concisely. When you do so, you will refer to me as Blue Leader. Is that clear!?”
This time Jason responded in time with everyone else. “Yes, Blue Leader!”
The woman nodded. “Good. Do as I tell you when I tell you and your time here will go by just fine. Disobey me, or fail to obey me in a timely manner, and your time here will be less pleasant.” She strode to the end of the group before turning around. “Is that clear?”
“Yes, Blue Leader!”
“Good.” She nodded. “Everyone strip.”
There was a moment of surprise, quickly followed by awkward uncertainty. The kind you could only really get when a group of young men and women are asked to undress in front of one another.
That moment of hesitation was all it took to anger Blue Leader.
"Did you not just say you would follow my orders without hesitation?" She hissed.
Jason started moving. Throwing off his boots, he began undressing from the bottom up. The sound of shuffling to his left told him someone else was starting as well. Then another. Soon enough everyone was shucking off their clothes. Slowly and awkwardly in some cases, but doing so nonetheless.
Given that he was the first to start, Jason was also the first to finish. Which meant that he had a good opportunity to get a glance at everyone else as he stood up once more.
It was about what he expected. Many of the people present were on the scrawnier side. Certainly not skin and bones, but perhaps skinnier than was probably healthy. One didn’t need to have a genius intellect to assume that many of those present had been recruited from the refugee camps that surrounded what remained of Cleveland. Certainly, one didn’t need to be desperate to work for a supervillain either, but it helped.
Not that skinny was the only body type on display. Gym rats, couch potatoes and average joes were also present. Desperation wasn’t the only path into a life of crime after all. Ambition, greed or genuine belief in a supervillain’s cause could all work too.
Jason genuinely didn’t know which of those categories he fell into. Perhaps a smattering of everything above? He’d certainly had other options available to him. Unappealing options perhaps, but options nonetheless.
“Get a good look, Big Guy?” A girl to his left hissed quietly, interrupting his thoughts. He also thought the notion of her hissing was quite fitting given that she had a rather large tattoo of a snake twirling across her abdomen. The motif of one gang or another? He didn’t know. He honestly didn’t know whether the ex-gangster’s question was amused or judgmental either. Which was why it was fortunate that he was saved from having to answer by Blue Leader speaking up.
"A bunch of underfed refugees and fat nobodies. Acquisitions must be really scraping the bottom of the barrel," the woman said as she stepped over to the man closest too her.
"Hmm, some muscle, not too much. Easily changed I suppose," she said critically. “Assuming you can’t cut it in combat training, there’s always a place in the porters.”
Jason was put in mind of someone inspecting animals . He’d seen similar enough scenes play out on the farm plenty of times. He noted that more than a few people looked similarly discomforted, no doubt drawing the same comparisons.
What were they going to do though? Complain? Jason had already seen how complaining was handled back on the runway.
"Short and strong," Blue Leader said as she moved down the line. “Special Weapons might have a place for you.”
It seemed the woman was talking more to herself than the recruits themselves, as she didn’t wait for a response before moving on to the girl with the snake tattoo.
"Short. Skinny. Female. How old are you?"
"Nineteen, Blue Leader.”
"Hmmm, in a costume you’d look younger. That might make a hero or a cop hesitate in a fight. Possibly useful, but nothing to be relied on. Out of costume you might be decent for a faux damsel? They need cycling often.”
The girl frowned at that, but Blue Leader was already moving on to Jason.
"Tall. Strong too. Unusually so. You a farmhand? Laborer?"
"Mechanic, Blue Leader.”
The henchwoman hummed, before giving him a good push, which completely failed to shift him. Nodding, she gave him a measured kicked to the back of his leg, which achieved much the same.
"Good center of balance. Very good. Heavy weapons or Blitz Shields. Either could work. Combat washout may see you as a tech or a porter.” She swung without warning, and Jason barely managed to bring up an arm in time to block it, one massive hand easily enclosing the woman’s relatively tiny fist.
“Good reflexes too.” The woman said as she retracted her fist. “Previous fighting experience?”
“The Old Man was a cunt,” Jason said simply.
Blue Leader accepted that without comment, moving on to the next person in line.
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“Move it, maggots!” Blue Leader yelled from the sideline. “Anyone who isn’t over that line in the next sixty seconds is going to be running another lap.”
Jason, or Blue-Four as his new uniform dubbed him, had little to worry about on that front. While he wasn’t leading the pack, he wasn’t far off. Snake Girl was in the lead, her uniformed form eating up the distance through sheer force of will apparently, given that he could see no other way for the relatively diminutive woman to be outpacing him.
Soon enough the two of them, along with a smattering of the other members of Blue Team crossed the finish line. Some collapsed, heaving for breath. Most remained standing.
“Alright, that’s it.” Blue Leader called. “Anyone still on the track is to give me another lap.”
Jason and the rest of the ‘winners’ hastily moved out of the way as the remaining members of Blue Team staggered past. The uniforms served to cover most of the recruit’s features, but it wasn’t hard to see the despair in their gait as they continued to run.
Jason just watched dispassionately.
“I beat you,” a voice to his left breathed.
Glancing over, he found himself looking into the goggle-clad gaze of Snake Girl, her exposed lips twisted into a triumphant smirk even as she gulped in great gasps of air.
“You did,” he acknowledged, glancing at her nametag. “Blue Three.”
The silence dragged.
Eventually the woman’s smirk turned rigid as she realized he wasn’t going to say anything else. It finally twisted into a subdued scowl as she stomped off. Jason watched her go, bemusement tinging his thoughts.
Soon the amusement faded, and he turned his attention back to the uniform he was wearing. It was utterly identical to the uniforms worn by other members of Gremlin’s organization. The suit covered him entirely but for the opening around his mouth. There were some tiny metal catches there, presumably to allow something to be fitted over the opening. Likely a gasmask of some description, given Gremlin’s propensity for the substance.
The material wasn’t spandex, no matter what online message boards might have you believe. He honestly didn’t know what it was. The purple material was surprisingly thick and heavy though. Flexible too, given that it stretched like spandex. It was oddly cool too. Even after his recent exertions, and under the heavy spotlights of the underground exercise track, its temperature hadn’t raised appreciably.
“Now I know why our kits came with baby powder,” a voice near him groaned, the man in question – Blue Eight - pulling at the taut material between his legs. “Chafes like a motherfucker.”
Yes, that had been his next observation on the subject. As it apparently had been a number of others, given the muttered affirmations by most of the recruits present.
“Are we talking about chafing?” A feminine voice gasped as the accompanying figure – Blue Twelve - staggered over to join them. “I can tell you about chafing. I damn near thought my nipples were going to be sandpapered off when I was running.”
Jason could well believe that, given the girls rather prodigious bust, though that wasn’t the only part of her that was prodigious. Blue Twelve definitely occupied the couch potato category of recruit. The girl wasn’t massive by any means, no one was, but she was definitely chubbier than one would want to be for a physically demanding role.
He couldn’t help but notice that Snake Girl wasn’t one of the women complaining about chafed nipples, the woman rather amusingly looking down at her own… smaller assets.
“There is a reason adhesive tape was supplied to you along with talcum powder.” Blue Leader said as she followed the final stragglers in. “The Glitch Suit is a wonder of engineering. Designed and supplied to us by our supreme leader Gremlin. It is the uniform of the new age. With that said, it is not without issues. I would suggest that all recruits, male and female, make use of the supplied powder and tape. I will have little sympathy for anyone who does not.”
In other words, use it or suck it up. Jason could understand that. He knew he’d be applying the powder liberally to the joints of his suit in future.
“Alright, enough standing around.” The Henchwoman roared, making them all jump. “Get in line again. The sooner you do the sooner we get to the cafeteria. I imagine most of you are hungry.”
The woman wasn’t wrong. Now that she mentioned it, he noted that his stomach was rumbling. So too was everyone else’s apparently, as the group was much quicker to form up than it had been last time. Whether that was down to eagerness to eat or experience, he couldn’t say.
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“When I signed up with Gremlin I thought there’d be more laser rifles and rocket launchers,” a young man groused as he stepped into the communal showers. “Less learning how to use a washing machine.”
“Did you know how to use a washing machine?” Another guy asked from his position under a showerheads relaxing spray. “Or an iron?”
“Well… no, my mum used to do it for me,” the first said as he started delicately fiddling with the shower’s controls in an attempt to get a temperature somewhere between skin-meltingly hot and cryo-beam cold.
Something Jason had already given up on, having settled for a temperature just this side of boiling.
“Well you’re ma’ ain’t here, so who else is going to be doing your laundry but you? Blue Leader?” Another guy laughed.
“Fuck no. That bitch scares me.”
“You can say that again. Woman actually followed me into the bathroom.” The second showerer said, shuddering despite being a warm spray. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to take a leak with a woman like that staring you down? I might never be able to get it up again.”
“I’m sure the women of the world will weep tonight.” A blonde woman said as she stepped into the shower. Who, from her voice and general body shape, Jason identified as Blue Twelve. “I know I’ll be shedding a tear.”
“Holy shit!” Guy one exclaimed, covering himself as he looked away. “I thought we agreed to take turns.”
“You think we’ll have time to take turns in the morning? Get real.” The blonde exclaimed as she confidently stepped under one of the showerheads. “Best get used to it now. It’s not like it’s anything you haven’t already seen.”
As she spoke, a few more of the female recruits wandered in. Not all of them, and most a lot less brazenly than Blue Twelve had.
If the situation had been awkward before, with a bunch of guys who were strangers to each other showering together, it was a hundred times worse with the girls added to the mix.
For most of them at least. There were certainly outliers.
“Fuckin A’!” A guy in the back yelled. “This shit almost makes up for getting my ass kicked all around the exercise track.”
The man didn’t so much stare as leer, and more than a few women twisted to avoid his eyes as others glared at him. Men and women.
“Come on, man.” A guy close to him grunted. “Show a little fucking professionalism.”
“Fuck professionalism.” The starer’s gaze didn’t budge an inch. “We’re working for a supervillain now. You know what that makes me? A criminal. It makes all of us fucking criminals.” He grinned. “So all that pussy-ass political correctness bullshit can go out the fucking window. If I want to stare at some fine pieces of ass, I’m gonna stare. Ain’t shit any of you can do about it.”
More than a few shifted uneasily as the guy’s words hit home, even as a few others looked contemplative. Blue Twelve seemed amused. Cobra Girl looked murderous. Jason frowned.
He supposed he was a criminal now. Certainly, he didn’t know what laws he had broken, but surely it was more than a few by just being here.
“That is certainly true,” an all-too familiar voice cut in. “We are all criminals by most definitions of the word. Though we prefer the term freedom fighters.”
Jason could almost feel the collective shiver go down everyone’s spine as they glanced over to see a fully-dressed Blue Leader standing at the entrance to the showers.
The starer turned pale as a sheet. “I ah- ma’am-”
“Please go on, Blue Fourteen.” Blue Leader said with fingers crossed. “Please expound on how free to act as you want you are.”
“I was just… looking-”
“And in doing so you were negatively affecting Blue Team’s unity. In turn you were weakening its combat effectiveness, middling as it currently is, and weakening our organization as a whole.”
The woman strode through the showers, heedless of the water that splattered her suit. Blue Fourteen yelped as she grabbed him and started dragging him toward the exit. “I can assure you, Blue Fourteen, that despite Gremlin’s namesake, she has little time for defective parts. I can only hope for your sake then that a few laps around the exercise track will give you a new appreciation for the personal boundaries of others.”
Before she dragged the nude and shivering man out completely though, she turned to the rest of them. “Let me explain this in simple terms, Blue Team. The rules have not ceased to exist. They have simply changed hands. We aren’t animals or anarchists. We’re an organization with a clear objective and means of achieving it. If you wouldn’t have done something before, don’t do it now.”
With that said, she dragged a defeated and nude Blue Fourteen out of the Blue Team’s quarters. Thereafter everyone showered quickly and quietly before heading off to bed. No one stared or made jokes, and when a shivering Blue Fourteen showed up again an hour later, no said a word as he pulled on a pair of boxers and clambered into his bunk.
As he did, Jason pondered Blue Leader’s timing. Blue Fourteen’s crime, such as it was, wasn’t exactly strange given the circumstances. A group of young people of different genders showering together, someone was going to stare. It probably happened with every group - though normally he had to imagine they’d be a bit less brazen.
Blue Leader must have been waiting for it to happen, and when it did, she’d swept in like a hurricane. What she’d done to Blue Fourteen wasn’t so much to punish him – though it certainly had – as send a message to the rest of them.
Criminals they might be, but even criminals had rules. Different rules perhaps, but rules all the same.
It was both a foreboding and relieving thought.
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