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2020.10.21 15:25 the-other-otter Tv seen on camera as spy

I finally finished the drama Lights and shadows from 2011, but might keep my flair a bit longer. "Dramas light my shadow" is quite nice, no? Only 64 episodes á one hour.
MAIN STORY
It starts during the later years of Park Chung Hee's presidency. The worst troubles and hunger is over, people are hopeful, but poor.
Kang Kitae is a young man born to rich parents. We will see his development from the 1960s to the late 1980s (Olympics arrived in 1988, as everyone who has seen Reply 1988 know.) The Hero. (Is Gong Gitae in Marriage not Dating named after him? Or both named after someone famous?)
COMPARISON WITH SANDGLASS
Sandglass from 1995 is a very famous drama. Supposedly everybody in Korea recognise the main musical theme. The streets were empty when it was on TV, and a president had to go, prisoners were let out and there were other political effects after the drama was sent. Here is an extensive article on Sandglass and Korean history.
It seems that Writer-nim wanted to repeat the theme of Sandglass: two close male friends who ended up on different sides, and one woman between them. However, Sandglass did it better. The characters' moral dilemmas was hardly noticeable in Lights and Shadows.
THE COUNTRY AT THE TIME
I wanted to get a feeling of what the country was like at the time (or at least writer-nim's idea of it). What I hadn't thought of before, is how vulnerable you are living under a military regime. If some higher-ups want something you have, you are in peril. Basically a regime of bullies.
We got to see curfew, the torture system, telephone spying, and a curious scene where everybody on the street had to stop and hold their hand on their heart while they listened to (I guess) the Korean anthem.
They just said "The Man" and so on, and didn't mention the names of the dictators directly. Possibly because they are still relatively popular? The country did get out of poverty, and if none of your close friends or family where "disappeared", you can easily believe that those were only people who deserved it, or that it didn't happen at all.
There was a time skip that jumped past the murder of Park Chung Hee. A very eastern way of telling a story, supposedly. I liked that: Then we can see the important parts, and not dwell on technical details like who shot who, how.
THE SLEAZY POLITICIAN
For real, he could seem like the main character. But the President himself was not that bad. It was as if the writer only dared to go this far, but not further, in criticising the regime. I don't like too much when it seems that it is the personality of the person and not the system that is wrong. Some systems are created so that dubious people can get on top and abuse their power, and as we saw, another dubious person took the power after Park Chung Hee was killed. Although less strong, so he couldn't keep the power. But then many dictatorships fell during this period: All the South American and also the Philippines, and some other close countries became more open, and a few years later Soviet fell. (If someone has a book to recommend about why this happened, shout out.)
THE MANOEUVRING
Never have I seen so much posturing and threatening, or so much change of alliances. They were all like that. For people who like this kind of show, with political manoeuvring, I guess it could be a quite fun drama. It was so popular that it was expanded four episodes. The good part is that the downs didn't last for too long.
THE PERSONALITIES
Personalities and philosophy is not this writer's forte. In a drama of 64 episodes you would expect a bit more than just one or two simple characteristics of each person.
THE WOMEN
There were some women, but of course, the focus was on The Man. However, they were not written that badly; with friendship, their own goals, mostly realistic reactions. Most of them had a love line, of course, what else is the point of having a woman in a drama? Several love triangles, but done quite well.
THE TWO LOST MEN
Two of the side characters where just forgotten.
THE MOBSTERS
What is this thing, to show mobsters as someone admirable and moral? Because beating up people and threaten them to give you money is such an honourable profession? This guy could definitely have been written better – it could have been real good, if Mr. Writer-nim had added an assistant who were able to write some more moral questioning.
THE VISUALS AND EXPENSES
I am guessing that it was an expensive drama, even if it doesn't look like it at first. Probably they used some older camera, because the photo quality is not that great. Instead they spent a lot of money on period cars, period clothes and extra people. Almost every scene had an excess of people that was completely unnecessary for the story. Lots of men standing around everywhere being guards or secretaries or just café guests. A large group of female dancers that we regularly got to see dance.
THE MUSIC
Other than this disco song that came at the end of many episodes, the music was either boring or unnoticeable, or too much of "something scary will happen now".
THE END
The end was very dramatic and very satisfying.
SUMMARY
If you like dramas with political manoeuvring, then this is the drama for you. If you want philosophy, personal development or love, watch something else.
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2020.10.18 19:28 Odd_directions There's a day hidden between the days

I’ve stumbled upon something that concerns everyone, something so disturbing that falling asleep will forever remain a terrifying ordeal to anyone who knows about it. It’s all around us – an omnipresent horror – and yet it’s nowhere to be seen. I’m not here to explain it – I’ll leave that to someone more suited for the task – I’m only here as an involuntary witness.
My awakening, which is what I’ve come to call it, happened yesterday. I was homesick in my small New York apartment. I was on the couch in my underwear watching the news, drowning in tissues and eating cereal even though it was dinner time. It was a typical sick day for a bachelor in his thirties, that is: completely uninteresting. That’s partly why this is so difficult to explain. There weren’t any warning signs, not even an uneasy feeling. I went to bed early, expecting the next day to be a repetition of the day that had passed, and I was lulled to sleep by the ambient sound of the New York traffic outside my window.
Startled, I woke up to the unusual sound of silence. My heart was beating rapidly as if I had already noticed that something was wrong. A bluish, electric light shone through the window like a lightning bolt had been frozen in time outside. I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand. It said it was midnight, but I soon realized that the clock had stopped.
I felt a bit feverish, but I was clearheaded enough to tell the difference between a dream and reality. The light from outside, combined with the eerie silence, confused me. I got out of bed with a groan. First, I sat on the ledge and tried to collect my thoughts, and then I walked up to the window to see where the light came from.
I expected a huge spotlight pointed at my window, but that wasn’t it. The strange voltaic light covered the entire city, as far as I could see, but even though the light was everywhere it didn’t seem to come from anywhere. Down on the street, I saw that every car had stopped and been abandoned with their doors still open. Did I miss an emergency alert? I couldn’t fathom what was going on.
Two people, a man and a woman, stood on the sidewalk. I was relieved to see them, but after watching them for a while I realized that they weren’t doing anything. They were just standing there, like mannequins. I turned on the TV to see if there were any news about what was going on. They were sending live, which was expected given that the news channel was broadcasting all the time, but the news anchor wasn’t saying anything. She stared into the camera without blinking a single time. The blue-white light from the outside illuminated the right side of her face.
From the left, something strange entered the frame. It looked like a tentacle, but it didn’t have any texture. It was pitch black. It slowly moved toward the woman’s head. Its movements were fluid, almost as if it wasn’t affected by gravity. Even though I knew that the woman was sitting in a studio several miles away, it still felt uncomfortable being stared down by her while that thing approached her from the side. I flinched when the tentacle effortlessly, without causing any physical damage, entered the side of her head. It just phased through it. A shadow from something large nearby fell over her, and then she let out a senseless scream of horror.
I immediately turned the television off, almost dropping the remote. What the fuck was that? My mind was in a disarray. I looked out the window again. The people were still standing there, motionless. I noticed a few more people inside the cars. The traffic lights had stopped, just as my clock. It was as if everything had been frozen in place.
I stepped away from the window. A shadow had appeared on the ground. I carefully peeked outside to see what cast it. It slowly moved into view. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was a huge, squid-like being floating above the ground. I recognized its tentacles from what I had seen on the television. It approached the people standing on the sidewalk and slid two of its tentacles into their heads. They didn’t seem to notice anything of what was going on.
This time, there wasn’t any screaming. The couple just took off all of their clothes and walked away, as if controlled by the being floating above them. I tried to see where it was taking them, but they walked out of view. Next, another black squid appeared. It phased through a building, just as if it didn’t exist on the same plane of existence as ordinary matter. This made me feel unsafe. It meant that there was no way to keep them outside. They could just float into my apartment at any moment.
I sat down with my back against the wall. My thoughts touched upon every possibility I could think of, everything from a sudden onset of insanity to an alien invasion. I crawled into my bathroom and lay down in the tub. It wasn’t safer there, of course, it just felt that way. I couldn’t tell for how long I stayed there, but it must have been for at least half a day. After that, in a blink of an eye, the strange light shining into my apartment disappeared and the sounds of the city returned. I picked up my phone and looked at the display until it finally showed one minute past midnight.
Tired, I climbed up from the tub and looked out the window. Everything seemed to be back to normal. The cars drove by like normal. No one had noticed the mysterious twelve hours that I had just experienced. Except… The couple that had been led away by those beings weren’t there anymore. They never returned.
As you can probably understand, it felt as if my entire world had fallen apart. I quickly put on a pair of sweatpants together with my stained robe and ran outside. People stared at me condescendingly as soon as I exited the building. I didn’t care. I needed answers. Someone must have seen the couple vanish from the sidewalk, I thought. I ran up to a cab and approached the driver.
“Excuse me!” I yelled even though I tried to speak normally. “I live next door and, um–“ The driver looked at me as if I was a meth addict. I didn’t blame him. “Did you see the couple that stood right there?” I pointed at the spot where they had been standing. “I saw them from the window, but–”
“I didn’t see any couple,” the man said.
“Are you sure because–“
“Dude,” he said. “I’ve been staring in that direction since I parked here and I didn’t see any goddamn couple.”
“But they took off their clothes!” I said. “How could you have missed that? Look, the clothes are right there!”
I picked them up from the ground and showed him.
“Hey, dude, don’t bring that trash into my car!”
“But they were right there!” I yelled. “Hey, you there!” I turned to a lady waiting for the bus on the other side of the street. “Did you see the couple standing over there?”
The woman shook her head dismissively.
“Freaking crackhead,” I heard the driver whisper before he drove away from me.
I felt stupid, even though I was sure I was right. The clothes on the ground proved it. I saw that couple take them off. If that was a hallucination, I thought, the clothes wouldn’t be here now. I returned to my apartment and turned on the television again. The news anchor reported on the news, as usual, oblivious of the tentacle in her head that had made her scream earlier.
I sat down on my bed and tried to make sense of what had happened, but I was too tired to think. I hadn’t slept for an entire day worth of time, and yet no time had passed at all. The only thought I managed to produce before I nodded off was that I had been stuck on some kind of surreal crossroads between this day and the day before. I had no idea if that was a proper way to describe it, it was merely how it felt. After I woke up – in the middle of the day – my experience from midnight lingered in my mind.
I managed to think about it a bit more clearly now that I had slept, although I still couldn’t make heads or tails of it. It was just as if the entire world had been put on pause during those hours, allowing those horrible creatures to do whatever they liked to us. I left my apartment to get some air. The woman’s dress was still laying on the street, blowing across the sidewalk with the wind. Did anyone miss her, or had she disappeared from everyone’s mind just as she had disappeared from the world? Questions like that bounced around in my head. I stopped at a street corner and looked up at the sun with squinted eyes. This was something more than even the most far-out theory I could imagine, such as an alien invasion. It concerned reality itself. How else could the entire sky have turned into that strange, electric blue? The normal sky felt off somehow now. It didn’t look any different, but after having seen what I had seen earlier I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was nothing more than a picture projected on a vast screen. It left me with the claustrophobic feeling of being trapped between the walls of a house without an outside. It made me dizzy. I couldn’t stay outside, because it didn’t feel like outside anymore, and I ran home again.
Later, as the watch on my wall slowly approached midnight, I considered taking some sleeping pills. I didn’t want to wake up in the same, strange in-between–day as before. In the end, however, I decided against it. I needed to know if it would happen again or if it had just been a one-time thing. So I sat at my kitchen table, anxiously waiting for the final hour of the day to strike.
The blue light flooded my apartment the same instant the watch on the wall stopped ticking. It wasn’t over. Just moments later, one of the enormous, floating squids passed through my living room. I froze in my place as I watched it exit through the wall on the other side of the room. This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening. I wanted to escape, to run away, but there was nowhere to go. What if they saw that I had broken free from the state of trance that everyone else seemed to be in. Everyone else? I sneaked over to my computer and watched a live broadcast on the BBC. The same thing was happening there. A man had stopped moving in the middle of an interview, but he was still talking. It wasn’t English, though, but some kind of gibberish. Tower Bridge was visible behind him, and several creatures soared in the air around it. Just to make sure this was a truly global phenomenon, I went to YouTube and clicked my way to a live stream of the Shibuya Crossing in Tokyo. All the cars had stopped, and the black cabs reflected the buzzing, blue sky. The people either stood perfectly still or walked around in strange patterns. One of them laughed hysterically.
A noise came from upstairs. I quickly closed the laptop, afraid that someone might have heard me. It sounded like a struggle. A frail, old lady lived in the apartment above. I couldn’t imagine her being capable of making those sounds. Worrying that she might be in trouble, and also because I wanted some answers, I decided to sneak up to her floor and see what was going on. The hallway outside my front door was silent and vaguely illuminated by the strange light from the outside. Ascending the stairs, the atmosphere got more and more electric. I slowly approached my neighbor’s door and put my ear to it. Her apartment was quiet now. I looked through the letter slot. At first, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, but then a flickering shadow on the floor caught my attention. I stood outside the door for a few moments, hesitating, before I decided to try and open it. Perhaps my neighbor was awake just like me, I thought as I slowly turned the doorknob.
“R-ruth?” I whispered.
I didn’t see her, just the strange flickering shadow on top of the Persian carpet. Then I looked up at the ceiling. Ruth, completely undressed, was spinning around at ludicrous speed in the middle of the air. For a few seconds, I just stood there and looked at her in disbelief, but then – which was common for her when she walked down the hallways with her walker – she urinated. The entire room was sprayed with her piss, and some of it landed on my face. I quickly withdrew from there and ran back to my room where I made sure to clean myself.
I looked out the window. Was I truly the only one awake, able to see what was going on? I picked up my phone and tried to make a phone call to a friend. I didn’t expect it to work, but after about five ringtones he picked up. I was overwhelmed with relief.
“Yes?” he said.
“Hey, man, it’s me–“ I said, but was interrupted.
“Yes?” he repeated.
“Are you seeing what is going on?! I mean, it’s like the entire world has turned into–“
“I’m a forester, not a historian.”
“E-excuse me?” I said, feeling my panic coming back.
“Following the direction of the screaming, you’ll find the big, black moose’s head at the entrance of a tunnel.“
He was clearly not himself.
“Come on man, snap out of it!” I said, holding back my tears.
“Please return me to my original form... please.”
He sounded less robotic now. Did I somehow wake him up?
“You there, man?!” I yelled. “Stay with me, okay, I’ll–“
“The muscles of my limbs are stretched to their limits.”
He was sobbing now, whispering the words into his phone.
“Are you hurt, man?” I asked. “Did one of those creatures–“
“As I am dying, my internal organs shift inside…”
He was crying now.
“Shit, man…” I didn’t know what more to say. “Listen, don’t go anywhere.” I looked around for my car keys. “I’m coming to–“
“I can feel them shifting in my flesh, and the sheer mass of it is so great that it shakes the grounds as I stagger and tremble to my feet.” I listened to him while I grabbed my car keys from the cabinet in the living room. “If only there were a way I could stop the things in front of me!”
“W-what,” I said, “what’s in front of you?!”
“The smell of blood surrounds me.” He kept talking as if he didn’t hear me. “Blood and death. It’s everywhere. Bodies of the living are coagulated and blood gushes from their wounds.”
“Are you at your place?”
“Yes?”
The dullness in his voice was back.
“Stay with me, man!” I said. “Don’t–“
“I’m a forester, not a historian.”
“What does that mean?!” I yelled. “I’m coming!”
The only response I got to that was a petrifying scream, and then the phone call ended abruptly.
Outside, I immediately noticed the lack of weather. There weren’t any winds, and the temperature was the same as inside. The pigeons on the sidewalk had stopped, just as if someone had put them on pause, and a little boy stood in the street corner making jazz-hands over and over and over again while blood dripped from his nose. I didn’t know how to blend in since everyone was acting erratically, so I didn’t even try. I just ran to my car, put the key in, and started the engine. But before I could drive away, the little boy jumped in front of the car – still making jazz-hands – and blocked my way. More people gathered around the car, mumbling nonsensical words.
I climbed on top of my car through the sunroof. An airplane was frozen in the middle of the sky and one of the horrifying creatures was leading one of the passengers outside with its tentacles. I had nowhere to go. The people weren’t attacking me, but they made sure I couldn’t escape from where I was. One of the creatures came floating by, casting its enormous shadow on the street. Did they know about me? I stood on my car's roof, yelling at the people to wake up until my voice failed me.
“Why aren’t you listening to me?!”
“You’re crazy!” someone yelled back.
“That’s why you’re in my room!” a little girl yelled. “Get the fuck out.” She laughed. “Also, this is why I’m still here, doing this shit.”
“But you’re not saying anything!” an old man yelled at me.
I sat down and put my face in my hands, giving up my attempts at reaching out to the people. It’s hard to say how much time passed while I sat on the roof of my car like this, but I eventually stood up again – ready to jump over the crowd.
One of the creatures ominously appeared from beneath the ground, just a few hundred meters away from me. It floated toward me, reaching for me with its enormous tentacles. Although it was moving relatively slow, I would never have been able to run away from it on foot. Its ability to phase through anything made that impossible. The closer it came, the more electricity filled the air. My hair stood on end, positive charges rising through me. I climbed into my car again, turned on the engine again, and – acting purely out of desperation – put it into reverse gear and hit the pedal as hard as I could.
The crowd dispersed quickly, but I still felt a small bump under my tires. I didn’t have time to think, I wasn’t going to let that beast penetrate my brain with one of its hideous tentacles. I swung the car around and zigzagged between the cars in front of me until I reached a relatively empty pedestrian street where I hit the gas as hard as I could. Two of the creatures phased through the buildings next to me, and several more descended toward me from the sky.
I drove around for a long time, hopelessly trying to escape the monsters that relentlessly chased after me. I only stopped once to push a stroller off the sidewalk I was driving on. The baby inside it was wailing, but no sound came from its mouth.
I drove past individuals partaking in the most bizarre behaviors I had ever seen in my entire life, the least weird being a young woman in a business suit having sex with an old taxi driver on the hood of his car. From there, it only got worse; a middle-aged man was binge eating all the fecal matter he could find inside a dog park, a two-hundred-pound man was standing on his head with an eerie grin on his face, a teenage girl was holding her own eye – still connected to her skull – in her hand, watching herself sing a lullaby.
Manhattan, as well as the rest of the world, had turned into a living nightmare under the oppressive presence of the black, giant squids. I thought about the people around me, and everyone else as well. Tomorrow, they wouldn’t remember anything. To them, it would be just as if it had never happened at all. But it did happen, that guy really did fill his mouth with dog turds and that lady really did have sex with that old man… For how long has this been going on? I had no answers to my questions, just more questions. Have I been acting like this between the days as well, perhaps for my entire life? The thought of it made my stomach turn.
I took a sharp turn onto Park Row, aiming for the Brooklyn Bridge. When I got there, I stopped in the middle of it. Several creatures approached me from both ends. There was nowhere for me to go. The East River reflected the galvanizing sky and turned into a shining, white silver. I walked over to the edge and grabbed the railing with both hands. For the first time in my life, I contemplated ending it all.
A little girl came up to me. For a moment, I thought she would try to comfort me, but all she said was:
“As a symbol of Farölk, they used to put me on my knees before I was old enough to drink wine so that I could be taught the true form of Farölk.”
Listing to her nonsense, I began climbing the railing.
“The ancient gods have made it so that the world is blind to their power.” She didn’t take any breaths while talking, the words just streamed out of her little drooling mouth completely unhindered. “These gods are both power-hungry and charming. Although these malevolent beings are relentless in their goal to rule everything, none are the true monarch of a ravaged world. They are insidious creatures that impose their will on the living and shape their nature, acting as constant tempters in their perceived petty struggles. This is the true danger of these gods. They work, they speak, they spy, they manipulate, they–“
She stopped mid sentenced and returned to the car she had gotten out of. Everyone seemed to be returning to their original positions, spitting out whatever they had put in their mouths and adjusting their clothes. The creatures were almost upon me now, but then – in an instant – the midnight sky came back and the airplanes in the sky shot forward without any need to accelerate, just as if they hadn’t stopped at all… and the creatures vanished just before their tentacles reached me. I climbed down on the sidewalk again and burst into tears. The little girl looked at me from the car, just as if she had never seen me before in her life.
My friend, who lived near Fort Greene Park, opened his door – surprised to see my exhausted face at this late hour. There were no indications of a struggle, he was perfectly fine. I urged him to check his phone. Confused, he picked it up.
“Can you see if you received a phone call from me in the past few hours or so?” I said, hoping there would be some evidence.
“No, there’s nothing–“
“Goddamnit!” I said. “I was hoping–“
“Hey, what’s going on with you?” he said with sympathy in his eyes. “Are you alright?”
“I’m okay, it’s just that… Well, I don’t even know where to begin to be honest.”
“Why don’t you try from the start,” he said and paused the game he had been playing on his Xbox.
I told him everything, albeit a bit incoherently.
“Are you on drugs?!” he said. “That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard, and – trust me – I’ve heard a lot of crazy shit.”
“I didn’t expect you to believe me,” I said. “But during this… this day between the days, I really did call you and you picked up. I really thought I got through to you. You said something about… something about not being a historian, but a forester.”
“Wait, woah!” my friend said, suddenly pale. “What did you just say?” His lower lip trembled with a fear I hadn’t seen in his eyes before. “Did you just say…”
“You kept repeating it: ‘I’m a forester, not a historian’,” I said.
“I-I just… Just now when I was playing video games, I had this déjà vu to a dream I thought I must have forgotten a long time ago. I was talking to someone, and my body was twisted in some macabre way. It was freaky! There was blood everywhere, and I remember saying those exact words: I’m a forester, not a historian.”
“It wasn’t a dream, man!” I said. “It was me, you were talking to me on the phone and you said those words.”
He walked over to the window.
“I don’t see anything out of the ordinary,” he said.
“This isn’t something you would see just by looking through your window,” I said. “It’s completely hidden from the world. You only experience day and night, not what happens in-between!”
I sat down on my friend's sofa and turned on the news. They were reporting from a crime scene.
“Wait, that’s outside my place,” I said. “What’s going on?”
There was a picture of me on the screen, wanted for a hit-and-run. The victim was a little boy. It was the kid making jazz-hands. They displayed a city map, showing the crash location and a red line going from my place to the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge.
“Several police cars were involved in the chase,” the reporter said, “but lost track of the subject after he exited his car on the bridge–“
My friend walked over to me. I quickly turned off the TV before he saw my face on it.
“What was that?” he said.
“N-nothing,” I said. “Just some car accident near my place.”
But it wasn’t nothing. It was them, the creatures, trying to manipulate everyone into doing their bidding. I’m hiding at a McDonalds right now. I have nowhere to go, chased both during the days and in-between them. Nowhere to go except maybe another edge to jump off from
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2020.10.17 13:24 readingrachelx As seen on tv spy camera

POTOMAC

ORANGE COUNTY
BRAVO
NEW YORK
BEVERLY HILLS
CHESHIRE
MIAMI
NEW JERSEY
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2020.10.10 12:41 readingrachelx As seen on tv spy camera

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2020.10.05 19:34 SirScreamsABit As camera spy tv seen on

Chapter 1
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I’m digging into the archives regarding Berlin, there is no way that explosion is a coincidence. The blue and green flames, the sound that the explosion made, like a guitar riff. This is a calling card and I want to know who’s calling card it is. The agency spent a considerable amount of time trying to work out who caused the explosion and who tipped off Swiss secret service but they came up empty at each turn. An anonymous tip was sent to Swiss HQ with enough evidence for them to take it seriously, but after the explosion they didn’t follow it up thoroughly enough. At least we did: spectrographic analysis, thermal scans, satellite imaging, residue taken from the scene, full CCTV from a 5 block radius days in advance, network signal analysis, witness statements. We did everything in our power and we came up with nothing? No leads, no ideas, nothing!
Why was this even closed? We didn’t resolve this, it was just a loose thread that was allowed to continue fraying giving whoever did this a chance to escape! I take the data and use it to filter through every mission in agency history, anything that has an explosion like this linked to it. A couple missions come up; Sydney, - another political assassination - Rio do Jeneiro, - political assassination - Mumbai, Paris, Shanghai, Yokohama - all assassinations! Each one solidifying agency control, giving us more freedom, to operate with impunity, access to more infrastructure. Berlin wasn’t the first and it most certainly wasn’t the last, but each list was always cut short by a tip off leading to an explosion of blue and green flames. I open my research onto the large TV’s in the briefing room, “There’s a pattern that we haven’t seen, or if we have we’ve not followed up on it. Someone knew about every mission in the last 8 years and has been getting in the way of it, every single time” I announce. The room is silent, the top brass looking over the evidence. I continue, “I’m sure I don’t have to mention it, but if this information is leaked the agency will be deemed a terrorist organisation and we will all be hunted. Follow this trail, we need to know who had access to every mission to be able to leak this” the room gets to work, each agent taking a file and logging every name down, trying to find out mole.
Every country an agent was sent to was sent by a different branch in a different country. This means any name that comes up more than once has broken protocol. We don’t interact with other branches unless we’re working on an international target or we need access to their backdoors. The spreadsheet comes up on the TVs, each mission has at least 50 people involved with them - handlers, cleaners, suppliers, agents, back up, controllers - and every name needs to go on the list. I’m pulled to the side by one of the officers, “listen, whoever this mole is we need to handle this properly. This means you need to take a bench” he tells me. This is standard procedure, once family or friends are involved you can’t deal with it, your judgement can’t be trusted. I go to protest but bite my tongue, if I argue they’ll take me out of the room completely, I’ll have no input at all. They’ll likely have me taken to a cell until my family are found, dead or alive. I give a firm nod, the best place for me right now is here.
My phone rings, I glance to the technician who gives me a thumbs up to answer, “Hey Anja” I say, my voice sounding much more secure than I feel. I hear a noise in the background before Anja speaks, is she near a railway? She doesn’t try to hide her accent, “I want to come in…” she sounds like she’s been crying, “I want to hand myself over. You have no reason to trust me, I know that, I just-” she takes a deep breath, as if trying to compose herself. If she’s faking it she’s good, but then again I can cry on command. I soften my voice, I’ll play her games for now, “Tell me where you are Anja, let me come and pick you up. We can deal with this better face to face” I look to the technician, 3 minutes until we have a location. Another deep breath from Anja before she speaks again, “Will you hurt me?” she asks plainly. She knows agency procedures, she must know that we don’t need to hurt her to make her talk. I keep my voice soft, “I promise, if you cooperate, we will not hurt you in any way” I’m only half lying, we won’t be gentle, but we won’t torture her either. I catch her sigh, she’s not happy about this, but if she’s burnt the bridge with whoever is actually behind this then she’s out of options.
“Come alone” Anja warns before the call cuts out and I get a text with coordinates on. The technician didn’t get a definitive location, but the coordinates are within the area we had, and it’s near to a train station. An officer calls ahead to the transport depot to arrange a vehicle for me, another calls for a weapon and wire to be provided. I doubt we’ll need a wire, but I’ll happily have a gun. I march to the depot, getting a full brief on the way, “She comes in alive… Say ‘chocolate milk’ and we come in… Don’t stray from the route we give you.” Basic stuff, follow orders, don’t spook the target, play nice. I just need to make sure to get her from A to B, it doesn’t matter what she says or does, my goal is to bring her in. I try to push my family out of my mind, I won’t be able to help them if I mess this up. I enter the transport depot, an agent runs up with my gun, an earpiece and a contact lense camera - this will let the agency see and hear what I do. I check the magazine, loaded with tranq bullets. They’re lethal at point blank range and if I aim at soft spots, otherwise they just knock out the target. Let’s hope Anja doesn’t have more than 6 people waiting for me.
I climb into the car that’s waiting for me, standard issue SUV; dash cam, tracker, bullet resistant glass and punture proof tyres. I climb into the driver's seat while putting in my contacts. The GPS opens with the coordinates already punched in, “mic check one two, one two” I say, glancing towards the technician who gives me a thumbs up. “Who’s my handler on this, does anyone know yet?” I ask. I won’t need a handler but it’s always nice to have someone to ground you just in case “Good afternoon, delta-73, your handler is Golf-08, callsign Nemesis. Confirm mission parameters before we can give you the green light” I hear in my ear. I repeat back everything I was told on my walk to the depot and confirm the callsign back, getting the green light. I speed out of the depot, following the route given to me straight to the coordinates, giving Nemesis full instructions of what I’m doing as I do it to ensure they keep everything synced up.
I pull up to the train station and see Anja sitting on a bench, she’s on her laptop. She looks up to see me approaching and slowly stands, she looks so defeated, “I’m surprised you’re alone” she states giving a weak smile, showing me the laptop. It has a satellite view of the station with a red dot showing inside, this is her agency access, we all have implants for easy tracing if we’re in an emergency. I’m surprised too, usually something like this would have agency surrounding the place. She closes the laptop, she has been crying, her eyes are puffed up and her face blotchy. Nemesis gives me the all clear, they used the contact to scan her for weapons and she’s clean. “Come one, let's get you somewhere safe” I reach out, allowing her to close the gap. Anja hesitates at first but she walks with me back to the car, “Who is it who hired you?” I ask, I may as well get her talking now. She looks uncomfortable, “Anja, please, who hired you?” she shakes her head, tearing up. We stop short of the SUV, so I can turn to look her in the eyes, “I just need a name, we’re going to find out either way.” Anja looks at the floor as if weighing her options. Nemesis interrupts me, “Delta-73, we have an update on the mole. We followed your idea and found a name that was linked to every mission over the last 8 years that ended with the signature explosion.” Anja looks up at me, she can’t hear Nemesis speaking in my ear, but I hear them both give me the name at the same time, “Rich, from training.”
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2020.09.27 17:34 LouMing Find Laura: a Season 3 scene-by-scene analysis 2J

Previous Posts:
Finding Laura: Part 1: 1A1B1C1D1E1F1G1H1I1J1K1L1M1N
Finding Laura Sidebar: FWWM & TMP: Mr.. Mibbler’s Complaint A
Finding Laura: A Visual Abstraction A
Finding Laura: Part 2: 2A2B2C2D2E2F2G2H2I
Find Laura: a Season 3 scene-by-scene analysis 2J
|| Falling Faster and Faster || So as quickly as the Good Cooper slammed through the Star field into the glass box, he is back to falling through space. His current situation having been seemingly described during an early scene in FWWM where Laura is at Donna’s house.

Donna: D'ya think that if you were falling in space... that you'd slow down after a while, or go faster and faster?
Laura: Faster and faster... until after a while you wouldn't feel anything; and then your body would just burst into fire. And the angels wouldn't help you, 'cause they've all gone away...
But here it seems Laura was wrong. Cooper’s descent, fast and tumultuous as it is with his image shaking and distorting does not lead him to burst into flames. With his arms still outstretched to steady his fall we switch from the view of his fall from behind to watching as he falls toward us, shaking and distorting, ultimately zooming into his face.
Then a hard cut and we are in Twin Peaks, outside the Palmer house as we remember it from FWWM. It is not the house that represents Laura’s home in the original two seasons. And here it is mostly dark with what looks like two lamps dimly lit in the dining room, and a small illumination from inside Laura’s bedroom. A slight bluish glow is barely discernible from the front window of the Palmer living room.
We cut to inside the Palmer house, and there is Sarah Palmer sitting in the living room, a room mostly unchanged after 25 years. The mirrors on the wall, the couch, the pictures on the tables are seemingly very close to as we last saw them 25 years ago.
The one big difference, sitting in front of the fireplace, is a very large flat screen TV. Sarah sits smoking and drinking, ashtrays nearly filled and vodka and Bloody Mary mix on the table. There are prescription bottles, a dirty dish from a recent meal, and a wooden box labeled “MOM.”
On the TV, a pack of lionesses is taking down a water buffalo in a blue-tinted night-vision image. Seemingly a nature documentary, there is no voiceover, only the sounds of carnage. As we pull into Sarah, the mirror on the left catches the image of the camera briefly, as the reflection of BOB himself was once captured, accidentally casting Frank Silva as the personification of evil in Twin Peaks.
Sarah puts down her drink and curls up on the couch, intently watch the TV.
We cut to her POV, watching as a lioness finishes off the water buffalo, pulling its head over and devouring its snout, as the pack begins devouring its prey. And then on the soundtrack, subtly, a “stab” music cue, as a golden oval shape appears in the eye of the water buffalo. An immediate reverse shot shows Sarah, eyes widening in alarm, her head pulling up, responding to what she sees.
Reverse back to the carnage where the golden shape moves, and then disappears back into the eye of the water buffalo as it goes dark.
Gold is one of the thematic elements we listed from Part 1, and its appearance here is not some accidental trick of the light, as Sarah’s reaction attests. This small hint of gold inserting itself into the carnage of “animal life” is received as a warning to Sarah that a fundamental change is beginning, and its occurrence will ultimately change everything.
You would think the infusion of the gold ideal would bring joy, but for Sarah, for this Sarah, it brings fear. Because Laura’s mental split, her disconnect from reality in order to reject the truth that it was Leland, not BOB, who molested her all those years protected Sarah. The Sarah that lives in the subconscious of Laura.
Laura was victimized for about six years in her home. Six years. Sarah did nothing to stop it. She passively, if not actively, allowed it to occur. We can see in FWWM she is allowing Leland to drug her. She is possibly as much to blame as Leland, yet before Laura could recognize this she shut down, entering the Red Room of her subconscious.
This is what remains in the dark, the secret behind the mystery. The defeat of BOB at the end of Part 17 frees Laura’s consciousness to remember and acknowledge what Leland did to her. Cooper’s search for Laura in Part 18 will culminate in Laura’s realization of that secret.
Cut to the outside of the Bang Bang Bar, The Roadhouse. The music cue continues and is revealed to be the beginning of the song played by the band now onstage: The Chromatics performing “The Last Time.”
A natural brunette, Chromatics lead singe Ruth Radelet is a blonde here, her appearance evoking the young Laura Palmer as she sings lyrics that, while not on-the-nose, certainly comment on what our expectations might be at this point, the end of the two-part premiere of Twin Peaks Season 3.
The final return to a recurring dream, where faces out of context do not behave as expected. “At night I’m driving in your car pretending that we’ll leave this town” poetically addresses the concept of cadriver as body/consciousness we addressed previously. And shadows, shadow-selves, and doppelgängers are the coin of the realm to which we now have fully embarked.
Ms. Radelet in this scene also bears more than a passing resemblance to a character we will not see until the end of our journey, Alice Tremond.
In a booth at the back wall sits Shelly Johnson with three other women doing shots. James enters the bar with a young man who we will later learn works with James as security at the Great Northern Hotel named Freddie Sykes. On his right hand, as yet unexplained, Freddie wears a green rubber glove.
Back to Shelly telling her friends that her daughter is with the wrong guy, a statement to which her friend replies, “Are you kidding? Everybody loves Steven.” Looking about the room James’s eyes find the booth where Shelly sits and his expression goes blank. One of the women says to another sitting next to Shelly, “Hey Renee, there’s James, staring at you again.”
“Does James have a thing for you?” asks Shelly. The woman across from Renee states, “There’s something wrong with that guy.” To which Shelly replies, “There’s nothing wrong with James. He was in a motorcycle accident. He’s just quiet now. James is still cool. He’s always been cool.”
Jame’s motorcycle accident is never addressed again, although we will learn that Douglas Jones had an auto accident that had a deleterious effect on his cognitive abilities. Parallels between these two characters is something we can add to the list of things to watch for.
We then see what appears to be Jacques Renault behind the bar, serving a character we will later know as “Red.” The person behind the bar is revealed to be a previously unknown Renault brother named Jean Michelle. Much as James focused in on Renee, Red spies Shelly as she makes and breaks eye contact with him. He sips his beer and playfully points his finger like a gun.
The Roadhouse will be our destination at the end of most of the upcoming parts, where we will join the anonymous crowd to witness noncontextual dialogue and new characters who leave the series as quickly as they arrived, discussing scenes we never saw and people we’ve never met. The exposition delivered writing a backstory in our imagination never to be confirmed or denied.
"Shadow" By The Chromatics
Shadow, take me down
Shadow, take me down with you
For the last time
For the last time
For the last time
For the last time
You're in the water
I'm standing on the shore
Still thinking that I hear your voice
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For the last time
For the last time
For the last time
For the last time
At night I'm driving in your car
Pretending that we'll leave this town
We're watching all the street lights fade
And now you're just a stranger's dream
I took your picture from the frame
And now you're nothing like you seem
Your shadow fell like last night's rain
For the last time
For the last time
For the last time
For the last time
It’s taken me 10 installments to cover all of Part Two. The Red Room scenes were some of the most difficult scenes to write about: to find the right words to convey my thoughts and feelings.
As with the conclusion of Part One, if you have read this far, please do me a favor and upvote this post for me. I know when I read stuff in Reddit, I don’t upvote all the time, but I want to get an unofficial headcount of how many people are still tuning in.
I’m going to take a break for a few weeks, and then come back with a sidebar breakdown of the structure of Fire Walk With Me, a framework I haven’t seen analyzed elsewhere. One which I believe set the stage for the structure of Season 3
Thanks for reading!
Lou Ming
Next: Sidebar: Fire Walk With Me
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2020.09.23 12:10 SirScreamsABit As seen on tv spy camera

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I patch myself up while the students follow out my commands. It’s good that they’ve had some amount of training before they decided to specialise into being a spy, I can’t imagine how difficult this would have been if they’d not had any. I do a full body check, making sure there’s no broken bones. I may have a broken rib, but it will be hairline if it is broken. My leg luckily is fine now it has had time to rest. There’s a knock at the door - 2 quick, pause, 3 slow, pause, 2 quick. The students freeze while I move in position by the door, motioning for the students to get ready, “how’s the weather today?” I ask. I hear a man’s voice clear his throat, “Almost as nice as Munich” comes the counter sign. I unbolt the door and pull it open, letting in our handler, Rich. The students let out a sigh of relief, lowering their guard and finishing off their tasks. I sit back down to catch the handler up, “Marie knew my number, I followed her here, I wasn’t sure if she was agency, so I didn’t attack straight away. She attacked, we fought and then she jumped out the window.”
Rich thinks for a moment, “I’m the one who did her background check. I brought her in and did her interview. At no point did I pick up any ulterior motives” he rubs his chin, no doubt thinking back to every moment he spoke to her to see if he missed anything. I lean forward, “With all due respect Rich, this doesn’t look good for you. I’ve seen how in depth those background checks are; any time your face has been seen on CCTV at any point in your life, every frame is analysed. Your entire online history is brought to light, your location mapped out completely for your whole life, and you didn’t find anything suspicious during that?” Rich glares at me, he knows I’m right. The agency will put him as suspect number one when they turn up, with how much we look into before allowing someone to apply, something like this shouldn’t happen. I continue, “You’re best removing yourself from the investigation and handing yourself over the minute they turn up. You don’t want them to come after you” Rich nods slowly before looking at the students finishing their tasks.
Before he can speak we hear the sound of a helicopter in the distance; reinforcements are on their way. Marie has had a 30 minute head start, but she’s not dressed for the difficult terrain, especially in the dark; I can’t imagine she’ll get far. The helo is fitted with state of the art surveillance equipment, including cameras with infrared capabilities. A call comes through on the phone and I answer, putting it on speaker. The voice asks, “delta-73-alpha-victor-061, what search area are we looking at?” I answer immediately, “34 minute head start, bare foot, thin clothing. Due to terrain, possible 1-2 mile radius, unknown direction”. A short pause and then the line cuts out. I used to hate when they did that, but now it’s just normal. Rich presses a button and a large plasma TV slowly descends from the ceiling. I remember during my training we found this TV, we weren’t supposed to have any link to the outside world so we got in a lot of trouble because of it. Worth it though, we really bonded that night. Rich links his mobile with the TV and pulls up Marie’s file.
Rich briefs us about who we’re dealing with, “Marie Formby, 24. She showed she was a prodigy from an early age, working at high school levels from the age of 7. By age 16 she had discovered the agency after hacking into one of our servers.” Looking at her file and I can’t help but be impressed. Her stats are amazing; weapons handling, fighting prowess, intelligence, she’s very much got it all. I find it hard to believe that she’s self taught with most of this though, she had to have someone teaching her. I don’t see any reference about who could have trained her though, which doesn’t make sense. He continues, “She excelled in everything except interrogation. She can’t lie to save her life, at least as far as I could tell.” Rich seems angry that he didn’t pick up this betrayal. I would be too, I’d be doubting everything. My eyes flick from file to file, trying to find something that Rich could have missed. Part of agency training means I can read over 2000 words per minute. We have to read fast, we don’t always have time to sit down and check over files before going on a mission. The students won’t have had that training yet, so they’ll be struggling to keep up, but this brief isn’t for them, it’s for me.
Every file that opens and scrolls is another addition to my arsenal against her. Every file gives me more details about who she is and how she thinks, but I can’t help but think that I’ve seen this all before somewhere. I have seen this before. “Wait!” I shout, standing quickly, “Are her parents called Peter and Simone Formby?” Rich opens her relations folder, Peter and Simone Formby, 56 and 53 respectively. “This file is fake, all the information is from a spy novel. Guess she’s better at lying than you thought. “You said she hacked the agency, yes? She must have changed her profile ahead of time” I conclude. That means we’re not dealing with Marie Formby, we’re dealing with someone else entirely, all this information is useless, maybe even the CCTV footage is doctored too. I run to the dorm to get dressed, instructing Tony to search ‘Marie’s’ bags for anything that may help us work out who she is and who she works for. Rich follows us into the dorm, before he can ask, I explain, “I was on a job in Berlin a few years ago. I had some down time before I went out and there was a spy novel left in my hotel room. I figured I’d give it a read - I wouldn’t recommend, it’s very cliche.” As I say that Tony pulls out the very novel from her bag.
We open the book and see a folded piece of paper acting as a bookmark. We open it and read the message inside, “Guess you’re a better fighter than I thought. Thank you for sending the heli for me.” My heart drops, surely she hasn’t got people within the agency. Rich dials a number, trying to get hold of the search team. No answer. No, no she can’t have gotten to people within the agency! Rich tries them again. No answer. My phone begins to ring, I answer to a familiar voice, “Hello, delta-73-alpha-victor-061” Marie purrs, “I would love to see your face right now.” she giggles like this is a game. I take a breath to calm myself before I respond. “Did you pick that novel for any particular reason, or was it random?” I ask. Marie goes silent for a moment, I can hear the sounds of the helicopter in the background, she does have people within the agency. My blood freezes at her response, “I picked that book especially for you. After all, you seemed to enjoy reading it in Berlin.”
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2020.09.21 14:54 Zaydene Coworker’s phone was being monitored/hacked, got a new one and the same thing is happening

Prefacing with I know absolutely nothing about android.
Coworker has been talking to me the past few weeks about her phone being hijacked/hacked/mirrored. I thought she was a bit crazy at first, and maybe she’s doing things and forgetting like turning on WiFi, Bluetooth, and other normal settings. I looked through it and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. But she kept insisting. Then she showed me her chrome search history, and there were searches on her account from times she was asleep, or for stuff she would have absolutely no idea what they are, like searches for stack overflow programming. Kept getting some notifications or emails that games were being purchased. She kept saying her tv/roku was being controlled and YouTube videos were playing on the phone and tv without her knowledge. Kept seeing the camera and microphone active. Even had a new email address with a slight variation to her original added to her gmail app. I told her to reset the phone, she went to her carrier and they did it for her.
Couple days later it kept happening. So she went back and got an entirely new phone, cut service to the old number, made a new gmail account. Cut off her home Internet. Told me about it. She asked me to come take a look at her tv and phones. I checked out the old phone, which was reset. Checked the tv settings for changes in the internet connection and didn’t see anything. Everything looked normal. Then she told me all this started happening after breaking up with a boyfriend recently. Said she’d go on his phone and see her phone on his, her emails on his. Told me he’d always be messing around with electronics at her house, like going behind the tv. I checked for any suspicious cables but didn’t see anything
Then she came to me this morning saying it happened again with the new phone. She got locked out of her new gmail account. Kept getting notifications for game purchases, camera and mic activating. Settings turning themselves on and not being able to be turned off. Kept getting texts from a blocked number saying “it’s not me”, and “hope your phone is better now”. Saw somewhere that her phone model was changed to something different. Claims to have seen a mouse cursor on the phone. I asked her if she reused a password for the new gmail account, which she said no. The handle and password were both very unique and no one knew about its existence except me. When I was at her house, I asked her to say her email and password out loud, so I’m wondering if her house is physically bugged. But how can they continue to gain access to the phone itself?
I’m unsure of how to help her and I know it’s really upsetting her. I truly believe though it’s stemming from her phone and I just don’t know what it could be, because I’m largely ignorant as to what software and hardware can be used to spy/hack android phones, as I’ve always used iPhones.
On mobile and at work, so sorry if thoughts aren’t gathered properly. If anyone has any idea what could be going on, please share with me so I can try to help her out. If any additional information is needed, please ask and I’ll try to get an answer or be more concise
Edit: there was also mention of an “emulated” folder on her phone that had suspicious stuff (pictures of her phone iirc). When I went over to her house, she handed me a stack of papers she printed off about android security and hacking that she’s been researching to the best of her ability.
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2020.09.10 01:47 RedTintedGlasses13 Seen camera spy as tv on

Part the First: https://www.reddit.com/NeckbeardiaYT/comments/iibxjv/how_my_vampire_player_got_banished_into_the_woods/
Part the Second: https://www.reddit.com/NeckbeardiaYT/comments/imn6ng/the_ballad_of_win_walker_or_how_my_vampire_playe
Part 3:
https://www.reddit.com/NeckbeardiaYT/comments/ip41zh/the_ballad_of_win_walker_or_how_my_vampire_playe

Before our "Season 2" started, two important events happened.
First, was some individual character work with everyone.
Second, was in-game Halloween.
For Win, "individual character work" meant the other shoe dropped. His deal with the devil was about to come to horrible fruition. One night, he was doing his usual Win things (probably watching Hentai with Kido), and went to bed, only to wake up somewhere he didn't belong.
He found himself in some pitch-black chamber, strapped to the floor, with the only lights being a spotlight on himself, and a second on his old friend, Anton Herzer. For those that need a quick refresh, Anton Herzer was a Ventrue that had offered Win some helpful advice back in Houston, but had since defected to the Sabbat and unintentionally thrown suspicion onto Win as well. I think at one point, he actually confronted Win and tried to get him to defect as well, but that flat out failed.
Well, now both he and his hated rival/friend were trapped in some subterranean dungeon, seemingly as some sort of lab experiment. Soon, a figure revealed himself from the shadows. He was a Nosferatu, but a Nosferatu unlike any either character had ever seen. Instead of leathery or withering skin, his was perfectly smooth and remarkably pale. It was so smooth his face was almost featureless, save for his eyes, which were perfectly black. The effect was extremely unsettling, and soon gave him his nickname, Babyface.
While Babyface had a brand-new silly nickname, it quickly became obvious he was nothing to laugh at. Babyface was an operative of some extra-secret deep-cover black-ops Nosferatu shit. Well, extra-uber-double-top-secret organizations of vampires really, REALLY hate it when the masquerade is breached, especially by someone of their own clan. But Babyface wasn't simply vindictive. He was looking for an opportunity.
He explained that while he wouldn't lose any sleep over killing the two of them right then, he would rather avoid the petty mystery of Win's disappearance. Mostly because he thought he could use him.
You see, vampires are dead bodies. This had long since given Babyface's organization a wonderful, awful idea. You didn't have to be careful when implanting stuff into a corpse, because you didn't have to worry about cutting off necessary bodily functions. So, Babyface was going to implant cameras and microphones into Win and Anton, along with something else extra special. A bomb.
Babyface and his cronies would watch and listen to literally everything the two of them did, and would on occasion give them little missions- little objectives that they had to complete. And if they didn't, or if they fucked up in some other way? Boom. No more problem. Win would be their inside man in the Camarilla and Anton would be theirs in the Sabbat. They could accept this generous offer, or die right here and now.
Given the two options, both grudgingly accepted their new status as unwilling spies.
So, onto Halloween.
As some of my previous posts may have indicated, while I enjoy my political intrigue and more "serious" plot lines, there is room in my heart for some silliness. In-game Halloween was time to indulge in both.
Without going into painful irrelevant detail, it began simply with light-hearted fun: a literal masquerade/costume party where every Kindred in the city was invited. There was some fighting, but that was because Orville convinced everyone to have a quick tournament, and much fun was had, although some apprehension was had at the power of certain NPCs.
Then everyone suddenly collapsed as a mystical portal was opened and sucked in the party. Long story short, an old Kindred with vast mystical lore had awakened and was trying to perform some sort of ritual, but the magic in Milwaukee had screwed it up, accidentally creating a series of portals linking to various supernatural sources throughout the city. It was mostly an excuse to have the characters face other creatures in the World of Darkness, like a Changeling, another Ghost, more Werewolves, more Magi, and most interestingly, a Demon.
Each presented a challenge, though not always combat-related. My favorite challenge was a rather devious puzzle. The players were trapped within an airtight medical pressure-chamber when suddenly hydrogen was pumped in. I researched a long time to find some tenuous justification for hydrogen to be in a medical facility in large quantities, and I found some... interesting... research that proposed some "hydrogen therapy," but it was mostly hand-waved for the sake of the puzzle.
Inside the chamber, all the players really had were some chairs, oxygen masks, and the sensors which would adjust the atmosphere according to what it detected. Unfortunately, it wasn't designed to pull hydrogen from the chamber. The solution was to place the oxygen masks over the sensors, convincing them that the room was over-oxygenated, so that it would then remove all the oxygen. They would still be surrounded by hydrogen, but so what? No oxygen, no explosion. Points to anyone who knows where I stole this puzzle from.
Anyway, the events of that night aren't all that important to this story save for a couple of things. First, Win was tasked with slipping some files secretly to various Kindred throughout the city. A simple task that went off flawlessly. Next, the players ran into two familiar faces: Monica, the bitch who had burned down Angel's club, and Parovich, the traitor Nosferatu Primogen.
Monica was killed, her head shoved into the Changeling's fireplace. Parovich, on the other hand, was captured and brought before the Council when they awoke. He started to bargain for his life, saying he knew secrets the others wouldn't want publicized, but before he could spill, he collapsed to the floor.
He writhed there for a few seconds until something exploded from his distended stomach. Before anyone could react, a bright red, bloody figure, small like a child, burst alien-style from Parovich and ran off screeching into the night. Parovich was dead.
The creature birthed that night was the product of a particularly twisted Sabbat experiment and implanted into Parovich without his knowing. He would eventually grow into a tall, mildly skeletal figure with blood red skin and long blonde hair- a Kindred, or so we think, who eats his victims and has a special taste for other Kindred. With no other name, he began to be referred to as the Blood Childe, and dwarfed most everyone in the city in terms of raw power.
Fortunately, he was more concerned with entertaining himself than actually being a nuisance, and would only occasionally torment the party.
He was NOT the Kindred the party would soon be looking for.
Season 2 began proper shortly thereafter, around christmas-time in-game. Season 2 was loosely adapted from Milwaukee by Night's provided chronicle, though I revamped it quite significantly, as I wasn't totally satisfied with it as-written.
The setup is simple: The Prince brings together the players because a series of murders have taken place in the city. Thing is, all the bodies are drained of blood and leave two obvious puncture wounds in the neck, and are often left in obvious places to be found. The media has picked up the story and quite naturally dubbed these killings "the Vampire Murders." While the media isn't being literal, the Prince knows its possible that a Kindred in the city really is responsible.
In the book, the Prince summons the party because they are new to the city and/or politically unaffiliated. In my version, the Prince summons them because A) they had some practice hunting people last season, B) they proved themselves fighting off the Sabbat, and C) they're still mostly politically unaffiliated. With one possible exception...
Orville's player had succumbed to, as he put it, character ADHD. I suspect part of this is the difficulty of running a brawling character in Vampire. Pro tip: punching things in the World of Darkness, even if you're a vampire, does about jack shit. That's partly why I gave him magic ghost flame fists.
Still, whatever the reason, Orville was out, and Hannibal Mosley was in. While Orville returned to England to figure out what these horrific murders the ghost kept going on about were, Hannibal arrived with his equally massive butler Oswald. You will never understand how many times I mixed up the names Oswald and Orville during this game.
Hannibal was a child. Don't worry, this isn't any cringy shit, he was just unfortunate to be embraced young, and hated to be reminded of that. He especially hated it because Hannibal was a brilliant, conniving, evil morally questionable bastard. He wanted respect and power, but it was difficult to acquire because no one respected him looking like a 10-year-old. Did I mention he was a Ventrue? #VentrueMasterRace
Anyway, Hannibal quickly learned of the murders and was all too eager to get involved, seeing this as an opportunity. Most of the players got used to him, though Alexis frequently clashed with him. You see, while Alexis acted all edgy, she actually had a quite high humanity and acted mostly good.
Hannibal had no such moral conniptions. Hannibal's schemes eventually culminated in him resolving a centuries-old feud between the Ventrue Primogen, Gracis, and his eternal rival, Hrothulf, who had basically founded Milwaukee. Hannibal accomplished this by getting close to Gracis, then setting him up to be ambushed and killed by Hrothulf, though Hannibal didn't get the ultimate prize he hoped for: diablerie. That would fall outside his grasp.
Back to the main plot. Much investigating was had, side quests unfolded, and Win accomplished many other objectives for his secret masters. While progress was slow, it was steady for a time.
Then Win fucked everything up.
The Vampire Murderer had struck again, this time hitting a small diner. Three people were posed prominently in front of a large window in the "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" poses. Inside, another two diners appeared frozen mid meal, though while one was laughing, they had a single tear falling down their face. A final victim was a cook in the kitchen, face burning against the still running stove.
But the party didn't know this at first. At first, they just saw a crime scene with police, tons of reporters, and the windows covered. Well, somehow, the party needed to get inside and poke around at the evidence to see if they found any clues, and to confirm as best as they could that this was a real vampire attack.
Between Alexis's ungodly sneaking skills and Hannibal's immense talent for manipulation (and disciplines to this effect), they actually made it inside to do some quick recon, though I don't think they ever found much.
Here's where the problem begins. Win, as you may recall, always covered his face with a hood and carried around a giant backpack. Well, when you're running around a crime scene in this getup, you might find yourself being eyed by the cops.
Pretty soon, the lead detective investigating the case came over and wanted to know who Win was and what he was doing here. While he didn't have grounds to do much anything other than ask questions, he was certainly applying pressure.
The others tried to come to Win's rescue, and almost did so. You see, Luke and Alexis were Hannibal's dad and Win was just their crazy uncle they kept an eye on. They were going to have a bite to eat when they found the diner in this state. While the detective wasn't buying this and was doing his best to break the story apart, the party was mostly holding their own.
So finally, the detective said they were free to go, he just had a couple of questions. He managed to split Win from the party and another cop asked him to take off his hood.
Now, Win had a power- three dots in Obfuscate, which let him change his appearance. If activated, he could appear as most anyone he wanted to rather than as an ugly monstrosity.
He did not do this.
He chose to just take off his hood.
Win exploded. Much to the shock of the rest of the party, who knew nothing of Win's secret dealings, Win blew up, injuring several cops around him, and charring his body into an unrecognizable heap. However, in the spirit of helping him out a little, I didn't actually kill his character. The explosion was carefully calibrated to only disfigure him and send him into torpor, to be revived later.
Of course, that was cold comfort for the rest of the party and the mortals who had been grievously wounded. The reporters, being reporters, swarmed in like a pack of hungry hyenas, trying to get the best shot of what happened. Luke, figuring he had to retrieve Win, quickly sprang into action.
"Stand aside! I'm a doctor!"
This was a bit of a stretch, as Luke had never finished medical school, but it was a good lie to get him into the situation. And by situation, I mean into a crowd of injured policemen with cameras pointing at him.
News cameras.
A few things quickly clicked for Luke. You see, he was embraced less than a year ago, and while he had earned a right to un-life, there was no way he could continue to pretend he was the mortal known as Luke Green, and his death had been faked in a car accident.
And now here he was, on national TV.
Luke quickly changed tactics, trying to extricate himself from the situation, and to cover himself. "Remember folks," he declared loudly after doing some minor patchwork, "Dr. John Smith won't always be there. Support your local doctors!" And then he slipped back into the crowd as best he could.
The party facepalming and gaping in horror, those still conscious quickly fled the scene. Needless to say, the Prince was very displeased and immediately fired all of them. Season 2's main plot line effectively died then and there, and would have to be improvised from that point onward as well.
Meanwhile, Win's body was brought to a local morgue, where it was quickly stolen by Babyface's organization, who were even more pissed than before. But they were willing to let him undergo one final mission to redeem himself. But even if he succeeded in this one, he would never be the same...
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My sister had my mother committed to a mental institution because she insisted her five-month-old kitten spoke to her. Not in meows, chirps or purrs, but actual human words. She found the poor runt at a no-kill animal shelter downtown. It didn't speak when mom tucked her into her jacket for a trip to the pet store for supplies. It didn't say a word as mom talked to her on the way home either. She decided to keep the name the kitten was given in the animal shelter. The first thing the kitten did was insist her true name is Isabelle and not Izzy or Belle.
My mother was too stunned to respond, nodded at the new family member and filled a bowl of dry food for her. She took a Xanax, then went to bed in shock. I received a multitude of calls about Isabelle over the next few weeks. It wasn't long before mom was convinced by Isabelle that the next door neighbor was a serial killer. Mom was stalking the neighbor in no time. It only began with late nights filled with binocular aided spying, but was escalated with car rides with Isabelle across town and stakeouts. The neighbor noticed after a few days, called the police on her three times and each time she was adamant about Isabelle telling her the man was a serial killer. Of course, she had no proof. This lead to her subsequent commitment.
I've been appointed as house sitter for mom's fully paid for home until she hopefully receives a clean mental bill of health. It took me away from a toxic roommate scenario. Luckily I wasn't on the lease and moved out while Cecily was at work. She was unable to express her rage because I immediately blocked her number upon slipping the key under the door.
The house is a spacious two-story with a guest room downstairs, two bedrooms upstairs and an office. One bedroom was converted into a tricked out living space for Isabelle, complete with a climbing tree, mini furniture, a huge open box of toys and pet bed. My older sister, Maureen, watched over the house until I moved in. She reported that the small cat was very talkative, but only spoke in meows and chirps.
The unfortunate virus ravaging the world has me working from home instead of at the office. It worked out nicely because I am in charge of security and website tech for a company. I am paid daily, not by the hour, and get alerts from my phone to check out. This has left a lot of time to figure out how to fill. It also means a lot of bonding time with Isabelle. She quickly corrected me when I tried to call her Izzy, but not with words, only a low growl.
Things didn't take a turn until Isabelle used the remote select the Netflix homepage when I tried to watch Ozark from the beginning. I was stunned into silence as Isabelle worked the remote and turned on The IT Crowd. The tiny Siamese cat stared up at me with blue eyes, as though daring me to return to my selection. I shrugged, leaned back on the couch and got lost in a television binge with the strange cat. She crawled into my lap to purr happily on and off.
Last week, things got more unusual. I was working on a security problem for work on my laptop when Isabelle started meowing loudly from the kitchen. It was a breach I couldn't ignore, so I ignored her instead. The meows turned into howls. The Jennifer Tilly-like voice got my attention more.
"Feed me! I'm sick of dry food. I know you have the good cans hidden!"
I nearly dropped my laptop.
"I know you can hear me!"
I didn't answer her, but did crack open a can of wet food with extra gravy. Still stunned, I took care of the security breach before making a call to the gas company. A gas leak was the only solution I had. It didn't matter if I didn't have headaches, but I sure as hell was hallucinating and there was no other logical reason behind hearing Isabelle speak.
She resumed making normal cat sounds for the next two days. A mask covered technician checked for a gas leak and came up empty. Isabelle meowed in irritation from her carrier until the man left. And it happened again. The same clear voice came out of the carrier, demanding to be set free. I called my best friend, Janelle, instead. Isabelle whined from the carrier for an entire two hours, until Nelle departed.
"I know you heard me! Let me out!" Isabelle screeched, once the front door was closed. "At least have the decency to leave me in my room!"
I set her free without a word, opened a can of food and boarded myself up in my new bedroom. I skipped dinner, not eager to see Isabelle.
The next morning to scratching on the bedroom woke me up. Isabelle demanded the door open with her voice growing higher in pitch. Wrapped in a robe, I opened the door and found Isabelle was gone. When I looked down, I couldn't help but shriek at the horror next to my feet. It looked like a rat on steroids, but it had two extra set of legs near the belly and was more shadow than solid. The scent of rotten eggs flooded my sense, also caused me to expel the meager contents of my stomach in a small trash can by the door.
Isabelle's voice chirped from downstairs. "You're welcome!"
She watched as I found the prior day of newspaper. I was followed upstairs, wrapped the unusual rat creature in the paper and disposed of it in the kitchen trash. It was solid and heavier than the small creature that caught it. Isabelle remained silent, only to observe my day while I worked and moved from room to room.
I streamed Little Shop of Horrors to lighten the mood during a late lunch. It was...a bad move. Much to my horror, the cat started a habit of singing an altered song when she wanted a fresh bowl of dry food or wet food for a treat.
"Feed me, Piper. Feed me all night long. You can do it, girl. Feed me, Piper. Feed me all night long," she crooned from the kitchen around dinner time.
This sent me into a mild, but long panic attack. The following day was reserved for a live chat with my doctor, who prescribed new dosages of my anxiety and depression medication. Of course, Isabelle ran through the front door and stopped in front of the passenger door at my worn out car. I sighed, unlocked the doors and let the little monster in first. She didn't say a word during the trip and only stared at me. It was difficult to ignore her intense gaze as I wove through town. Isabelle remained in the vehicle during the medication run.
"You think drugs will make me stop talking?" Isabelle snorted. "It doesn't change things."
It didn't stop Isabelle from talking. If anything, the little turd was all the more conversational. She made commentaries during nature documentaries, sang her feeding song and there was nothing I could do to shut her up. I considered a muzzle, but even that is too far for Isabelle. I found little ways to grate on her nerves; less treats, put on pet shirts my mom had hanging in Isabelle's bedroom closet and kept myself behind closed doors. She rebelled by scratching up the bottom of doors and sang her little song all the more louder. She criticized the shirt selections, then told me her favorite color is royal purple.
The only option for a break was to invite Nelle over with pharmaceutical marijuana. Isabelle slipped into her bedroom as I relaxed with my best friend. It was the first time I felt the pressure leave since moving in. We streamed a variety of television shows until Isabelle invaded the living room to the home screen. I watched in horror as she moved her paws effortlessly to select a nature documentary. Nelle laughed up a storm, too high to realize how unusual the cat's ease was. We watched an hour of Isabelle's selection, until she left the living room. She returned in a matter of seconds with a small pile of cat shirts and a slim pack of matches.
"Green is not my color."
"What the-" Nelle began, but stopped.
I froze in disbelief at the match Isabelle's mouth. She held down the pack and struck the outside of it. The flame narrowly avoided her long whiskers as she dropped it on the small pile. The smoke from the flaming pile set the fire alarm off and jolted me out of disbelief. I grabbed the fire extinguisher from under the kitchen sink and put it out. A satisfactory smirk seemed to remain on the cat's charcoal lips, even though foam rested on top of her small head and at the tips of her whiskers.
"What the hell did we just smoke?" Nelle stood up, shaking her head. "I'm just going to leave you the rest. Not trying that strain again. Let's call it an evening."
She refused to stay, no matter how much I pled. There's no way I could logically explain how or why the cat is speaking. Nelle thought my mom was off her rocker as well.
The little brat left the room laughing. I didn't see her for several hours and spent my time locking all hazardous materials in the pantry. I ordered child safety items for all the drawers, cupboards and door handles online. It's tempting to lock Isabelle in her bedroom, although the result will be a clawed up door and I don't feel like adding it to the list of things to fix.
However, I did find a pair of binoculars while dusting in my mother's bedroom. I turned off the lights. The blinds were open just a crack, just enough for a glimpse into the neighbor's kitchen. The man next door was a friendly fifty-something that waved each morning I retrieved the newspaper. The window facing the other direction was darkened by the closed blinds. I set the feather duster on the nearby nightstand, picked up the binoculars and pushed them through the small gap.
The neighbor's wiry frame hunched over the island counter. He looked like an ordinary forty-something with average good-looks. A thick layer of dark red fluid covered at least half of the counter, a trail led to a shiny meat grinder attached at the end. The raw meat on the counter was unidentifiable. It simply looked like ground beef. Long, cleaned bones rested ahead of the grinder. The bones were too far away to identify as animal or human. The old man turned to face the sink, sticking out thin, bloodied hands. A pleased grin resided on his face during a thorough scrub of the gloves. He removed the gloves, scuttled away with clean hands, and unblocked the view to the counter. I frowned at the sight of machete beside a large, wooden chopping block of meat.
Isabelle jumped onto the bookcase below the window. The metallic blinds clanged together and I dropped the binoculars. She took the liberty of opening a space with a paw. She stared and sighed before facing me.
"He's at it again. Always at dinner time, every other Sunday," Isabelle commented.
"Does he hunt?"
"I've seen dead deer in the garage once, but those aren't deer bones."
I shivered, partially from the idea of a cannibal neighbor and at the fact I was holding a conversation with Isabelle. The blinds made a sound when she removed her paw. We remained in a muted atmosphere until I broke it a few minutes later.
"If I keep an eye on him, I'll end up hospitalized like my mother. This isn't a good time to rear window."
Isabelle tilted her head. "Rear window? We need to serve justice."
"I'm not a vigilante. If he catches us, I'll be the one hacked into little pieces and you'll be fine. Not worth the risk. If he calls the police, my sister won't hesitate on tossing me into the institute with mom and blame it on bad genes."
"So don't get caught," the little beast said. Her large blue eyes glinted in the light from between the blinds. "Don't you have a camera on that little block you carry around?"
I laughed, walking away from the window. Isabelle growled, but I ignored her. She followed me into the living room and sat down on the couch beside me. I bought a digital copy of Rear Window and watched it with Isabelle. She made annoying comments about the characters' actions throughout the film. The end of it was followed up by how Isabelle was convinced we learned what not to do from James Stewart and Grace Kelly's actions.
A loud knock on the front door caused me to jump from my relaxed position. The doorbell followed. I opened the door with the security bar on. Our potentially devious neighbor stood there with a wide grin. His tall frame nearly reached the top of the door. The dark orange sunset gradiated into the night sky.
"I heard you're keeping watch while your mother gets some much needed help. I can't hold a cry for help against the little lady. Hope she's feeling better soon," the neighbor said. His thick southern accent was edged with empathy. "Some of the neighbors and I are having a shindig in my backyard. Maybe some good of' fashioned Texas barbecue might lift your spirits."
"I'm afraid I ate too much when my friend was over earlier, but thank you for the offer, sir," I explained, not wanting piss off a potential serial killer, but risking eating human flesh was a worse idea. "Rain check?"
There was a touch of aggravation to his smile, but it didn't seep into his voice. "Sure. We have a shindig biweekly on Sunday. Have a good night, miss."
"Thank you for the invite. Good night."
I shut the door, shaking slightly, leaned against it and slid down to the floor. Isabelle hopped on my lap to sniff my eyebrows and lashes. The action reminded me of my childhood cat. She stared up at me. "Why are you shaking if you don't think he's a killer?"
"I don't know what to think. He seems normal, but what we saw in the kitchen-"
"Is fishy!"
I groaned. "No cat puns. I can't deal with it tonight."
"But it is fishy. Just think about it, all those neighbors eat it fresh human barbecue-"
"Keep it up and you're in your room all night."
"Only if I don't claw you up too badly."
We stared at each other for a long time. Isabelle eventually gave up and we retreated to the couch. She didn't put up a fuss when I turned on a trashy reality tv show.
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