It's interesting that while the creators said they were trying to go for a John Hughes film in the 90s (and that certainly is evident in the central story of Ethan Embry pursuing Jennifer Love Hewitt), this film ends up being far more like "American Graffiti", "Fast Times at Ridgemont High" and "Dazed and Confused"; an ensemble film with a mix of characters who weave in and out of each others' subplot (and like "Graffiti" and "Dazed", taking place in 24 hours), complete with a killer soundtrack and a sprawling cast of familiar faces, some before they were well known. Rewatching it, it's impressive to see how many names are there, even for one scene. Selma Blair gets ineffectively hit on by the main jock (aside; major props for Peter Facinelli in making Mike Dexter the ultimate high school asshole). Sarah Rue calls everyone "sheep." Jason Segal (!) is doing something with that watermelon. And so on, as there's always something going on in the background of this and some minor character to provide a laugh. (My personal favorite; Chris "Shermanator" Owens as "Klepto Kid" stealing everything he sees.) For a film that didn't do much business when it came out, it's great to see how well it holds up as a ensemble showcase and a time capsule of its era (nothing like having a pay phone being a key plot point to date a film).
Added note; I love how aside from the six main characters (Embry, Hewitt, Facinelli, Charlie Korsmo, Lauren Ambrose and Seth Green), nearly all of the characters are given no names. Even in the credits, they're referred to as "Klepto Kid", "Girl Whose Party It Is", "Yearbook Girl" and so on. Because they're not the main characters, they're just the colorful background.

Hi I just came across a novel, chosen by the moon novel by izabella W. Its on pay by chapter websites, I've opened and read a few chapters but I can't seem to find any free version or chapter version anywhere. Please help. If anyone has read it I'm willing to take spoilers. Here's the advert I found below of it on Facebook.
Lycanthrope species is a disgusting race. And I, Delan Riley, am nothing more than a human scum in their eyes never expected those species would turn my world upside down. Since when the lycans managed to penetrate our town, like in the early 1900's we have a hierarchy, upper class = the lycans, middle class = mated humans, and lower class = the normal humans, who were basically considered scum. I endured their torment day after day, vowing to run away from them one day, until that day came and everything changed.
Dylan POV "Humans," I scowled at the principal's words from tannoy. "The Alpha twins will be celebrating their birthday tomorrow, as such, festivities are in order." Oh great, the Alphas twin children. Adrian and Arya are the worst lycans alive. I swear just because they are the alphas kids they literally get away with everything. If their birthday is tomorrow, then the wolves are going to be worse than ever. "All students will be present to greet them, two lines will be made, with humans on the left and the lycanthrope on the right. Any mated human will be at the front of the line for their year, you will all also be in order of your school year. That is all." Chat broke out the minute the tannoy was finished. "We haven't had a school gathering since the alpha king visited three years ago, before his sons coronation." Nick was right, the last time we all gathered like that was for the king and queens visit, when he decided to let the world know that he was to renounce his title to his only child, son Josh. "That sick bestard, he wants to make sure everyone is there so those idiot twins can find their mates." Yes I was mad, my fists connected with the table in front of me once more as I thought about how disgusting the situation was. You see the twins will be turning 17, so it's very possible someone in our school could be their mate, finding a mate is sacred to a wolf, the minute they say that one word your fate is sealed. They will turn your mind, morph you into being a lover of their kind, and then you'll give in.

That won't happen to me, I'm growing old to see the world as it once was, and I'm going to choose who I'll be with. No one will take that dream away from me.

Once dinner was finished, I just wanted to sleep. I'd had a very long tiring day, I quickly sat down on a small stool my mother kept in the storage closet and removed my shirt while my brother Freddy sat at the table to do his simple homework. It wasn't long before my mother came in with a large bowl of warm salt water and some cotton, this was going to sting I just knew it. She was here to help me with the wounds caused by wolves yesterday. She slowly began to unwrap the bandage from around my torso and slowed down drastically when it came to the final layer, I felt it peel off every wound and my fists clenched in pain. "Jesus!" I heard my mom exclaim once the dressing was completely removed. The air on my back was nice though and I sighed as my arm covered my once again exposed brests. "This is more than 15!" I began to hear sniffles coming from her and sighed turning round to look at her face, only to notice tears streaming down it. "Mom I'm fine, it's alright." She shook her head. "It's not alright, I'm your mother I shouldn't let these things happen. I'm so sorry. Your father would have..." here she goes again. Every single time something happened she'd always bring up dad, it really annoyed me because no matter how much we all wish he was here, he just isn't. My father was kiled by THEIR kind, almost 5 years ago when they actually managed to take over. When the lycans managed to penetrate our town my father rose up with some people from the neighborhood, to defend our livelihood, it was futile to say the least. We lost many people and I watched as my dad was ripped apart by two fully shifted wolves, I ended up shoting him to stop his suffering before they dragged me to the courtyard, i was the person to receive the first lashing of the town when I was 12! The wolves have been pretty strict with me since that day. "Stop being stvpid!" Was I harsh? Definitely! Did she need to hear it again, absolutely. "Dad is dead, we don't know what he'd do because he never knew this life. He never knew this world." I know what he'd have done, most likely attacked the guy who held the whip and got himself kiled in the process. "The best thing you can do for me, is stop crying and help me, next time don't insist on helping if you can't handle it." She began to wash my open wounds with the warm salt water causing loud winces to leave me, I knew it was necessary to prevent infection, but my god it hurt like a betch. "Some of these are really deep Dylan!" She sniffed again and my eyes rolled in my head. "I told you, I'm fine, just wrap me back up so I can get to bed." My mom was obviously more impacted by my injuries than I was, I suppose that always the case though. When it's happening to you, you've just got to get through it but when it's happening to someone you love, you just want to take their pain away. She quickly placed a fresh bandage around my waist and chest and wrapped it tightly for compression. The bowl of water that was used was now red in color, I guess from the blood my back was dripping with. "Can you keep your head down please? At least just this week. You can't take any more lashings." I simply nodded before standing up away from the stool, I walked over to Freddie and ruffled his hair in affection. "Good night squirt." He giggled and fixed his hair slightly. "Night Dilly." I smiled walking upstairs to my little bedroom, as soon as I was inside i shut the door and flopped down on to my bed on my stomach and I took a minute to cry to myself at the pain in my back, what my mom did was important but it hurt, not that I'd ever tell her. My hand covered my mouth quickly to muffle any noise I might be making. I couldn't tell anyone, I had to be strong because more and more people were crumpling these days, and my mom would break if she knew how much I was suffering. Sleep followed me shortly after, she was right though about me needing to keep my head down for the time being, I could not take another lashing! After a long night and an even longer morning, we were all finally stood in the hallway at school waiting for the twins to arrive. "Mine!" Everyone that was stood in the hallway tensed up, as we were seniors, me and Nick were stood towards the very back of the human line. All the mated people were situated directly opposite their wolf mates in their years. We stayed silent and still as Arya walked down the hall and stopped directly in front of Nick. His eyes widened in fear, unsure of wether to look up or keep his head lowered. "Look me in the eye, mate." He glanced at me slightly as if asking what he should do. "I said, look me in the eye." He slowly moved his eye line up to look at her face. I took a glance myself to see her eyes pitch black with lust. "I... can't... I mean... erm." Before he was able to mutter anything else, two wolves from opposite, grabbed him out of the line and dragged him behind Arya. "Hey!" My head shot up before I could stop myself. My mouth also forgot its place as I jumped out of line. Everyone's head shot to me as my eyes widened in realization at what I'd done. Adrian, the other twin, walked up to me before punching me right in the stomach, I doubled over instantly. Feeling the sting in my slightly healed back. "I know you... You were publicly flogged only two days ago." God I hate this guy. "I also have it on good authority, that you openly spoke out against our rules and regulations in yesterday's class." My head shot down the line slightly to see Erin, looking a little frightened, her mate, the beta to be was looking at her, nodding his head in reassurance. "You traitor, you grassed on your own kind?" I yelled at her before feeling a fist connect with my cheek. My head whipped to the side from the force, while my class members gasped. I'm so done with this treatment, right then, I wasn't in charge of my actions. My fists curled up and my stance became a lot more defensive. My head snapped up to the alpha to be, and I looked him in the eye. "You don't know the meaning of the word disrespect." I suddenly hurled my fist towards his head, which he easily dodged, but my foot came up and kicked him instead. He stumbled backwards from the force with wide eyes. "You... you Actually hit me!" He didn't even sound annoyed, more shocked. Everyone in the hallway was watching, waiting for the alpha to do something but instead he simply stood up straight, regaining his composure. "I think everyone should get back to class." He began to walk away, following his sister when I called him back. "What about Nick?!" "Simple, He's my sisters mate. He now belongs to her." Argh, he's not an object. "He's not her property." A chuckle left his mouth, before turning his back to me again. "All humans are property." A short while later everyone made it to science class, our teacher Mrs Mathews is mated to the lycans pack doctor, she also now has a four and two year old with him. She was one of the first humans to be cohered into a false relationship. "What were you thinking young lady?" I rolled my head at her before looking at the empty seat next to mine. Nick was with that stvpid wolf girl right now. Being changed, I'm so angry it's ridiculous. "I was thinking, this guy is being a prick. Did you hear him? 'All humans are property.' It's bull shet." I looked up and the whole class looked at me like I had three heads. Talking shet about wolves is one thing, but talking about an alpha is punishable by death, attacking an alpha is an even worse offense. There was then a knock at the door and in walked Erin and her band of mated bestards. "Sorry we're late Mrs." "Erin, how are things between you and bata Monroe?" She blushed, the traitor actually blushed at the mention of his name. "He spoke to me last night about trying for a baby. We need a good strong boy to take over as beta." I scoffed looking at her as she took her seat. "You guys are actually pathetic, why can't it be a girl? Those mutts are basically Neanderthals" I voiced my opinion and saw all the shocked faces around me. Calling the lycans mutts, is the same as them calling us scum. After lesson had ended the entire school was called into the hall for assembly. This is where any human who has been found to have broken the rules were punished, usually 10 lashings were goven out or something similar. "Welcome to the school assembly, congratulations to the alpha twins for finding both your mates. Now on to the business at hand, as the 5 year anniversary of the new world is coming up, we have been informed that the alpha king will be visiting our district next week, this is very exciting news. We want you all to look your absolute best, she wolves and mated females will wear exemplary dresses made by seamstress. Male wolves and mated men will wear tailored suits. Anyone who doesn't comply will be reprimanded." The Alpha King?! No one has met him yet, he took over the throne three years ago when he turned 18. He really didn't make any appearances though, great, this month is going to be a nightmare. "As for the humans, you will be given a new uniform to wear for the visit, these are to be neatly ironed and worn to the highest standard. As for the following humans, based on your attitude this past week, you will be coming to the front and facing punishment. Tony summerset?!" Tony's head shot up as he looked around, he was in the year below but he shared my views when it came to the lycans. He slowly walked up to the front of assembly, almost instantly his top was t0rn in two and he received 10 lashings. A girl named Kara was next and she too received 10 lashings. A few more people went up slowly accepting their fate then suddenly my name was called. "Dylan Riley." Inside I was terrified but I simply shrugged my shoulders, I guess I did kind of expect this. Although I'm not sure if my back can take any more damage. "You attacked an alpha, correct!" His eyes bored into mine as I bowed my head submitting to his authority. "Technically, no." Everyone in the school gym looked on in fear, as my head moved to the front row of the wolf side. Adrian sat, with a werewolf girl in the year below, her name was Jana, I guess he found his mate. Nick and Arya were no where to be seen though. Adrian gave me a shrug as if to say he didn't tell, before smirking at my comment. "He hasn't officially taken the alpha title yet, so he's just..." i looked at the principle and noticed his eyes black and his claws out, he was in what lycans call a half shift, triggered when the subject has become angered. He turned to two security wolves and gave them a nod, Almost immediately i was forced onto my knees, my arm was slammed on a table and held in place by one wolf, while my body was held in place by the other. "Ok, I don't think this is needed, I have alpha blood, a stvpid human girl can't hurt me." My head snapped to Adrian who had stood up in front of the school to stop what was happening. "Nevertheless, humans need to know their place." With that the pressure on my arm increased as our principals hand pulled my sleeve up before a long claw punctured my skin. The searing pain shoting from the fresh wound had my eyes scrunched and my fist clenched, I bit the inside of my cheek hard instantly tasting blood, however no sound left my mouth. He continued to write, using my skin as a canvas and his claws as a marker, it went on forever, my vision blurred slightly at one point as I turned my head away. After minutes of torture, he was done and the pressure on my arm eased, instantly I snatched my arm away, hissing through my teeth at the pain. I was about to scurry off stage, when I was roughly grabbed yet again, my arm being held in the air by the principal while my feet were inches off the floor, blood dripped from the wound and the pattern he had made was on show for everyone to see. Loads of people gasped, even the wolves looked slightly horrified at what had happened. "This is what happens when a human decides to speak out. I can promise, anyone who so much as says one word about our way of life, will have the same punishment." My arm was starting to seriously ache from being held in the air for so long, and the lack of blood flow to my suspended arm was causing me pins and needles, still I refused to make a sound. I held the tears back and I bit my cheek harder causing more blood to fill my mouth. "That's enough Bradley!" Adrian growled, he was still stood up and looking at the scene in front of him. His eyes hard as he stared at the principal a low warning growl erupted from his chest which had the head teacher gulping, he quickly let go of my arm causing me to crash to the floor. A small cry left my mouth as I hit the hard floor. Immediately I scrambled away, my foot just missed the high step leading to the stage and I fell, waiting for the impact of the ground, but it never came. Two strong arms wrapped around me catching my weak body causing me to look up, my eyes widened as I noticed Adrian had caught my falling form. "This isn't part of the human punishment program!" Adrian growled causing me to tense in his grip, I pushed him away from me before fixing my uniform top. The room was deadly silent, taking in the scene in front of them, while I stole a glance at my forearm. Carved into my skin by his devastating claws were two words, words that would most definitely scar my body for life. 'Human scum' "Lessons must be learned, she received lashing merely two days ago, and clearly it had no effect on her." Another growl left Adrian's chest as he stepped on to the stage, I wasn't bothered though, you would think I'd be ashamed but I simply smiled slightly. I fixed my sleeve a little so it wouldn't rub on the fresh wound before speaking. "It doesn't matter," the whole room looked at me shocked by my attitude. "I would rather be labeled human scum, than have any resemblance to your kind. I'm proud of what I am, how many of you can say that?" After my amazing little speech, I walked right down the middle between the humans and lycans and out the door. No more compliance, I'm going to get away with as much as I can without getting into too much bother. There will come a day when the lycans power will fizzle out. When it does I'll be ready, I'll be waiting for the day we take our world back. As for the best part about my plan...

No one can stop me.

"Ouch, not so hard." I seethed as the school nurse cleaned my new wound with antiseptic. "If you had of just kept your mouth shut, this wouldn't have happened." I turned to my right looking out the window at the few clouds that were floating in the blue sky. "Like I said, I'm proud to be human, and now everyone knows what I am." I clenched my fist together as the nurse began wrapping a bandage around my forearm. It had been a good few hours since the incident in the hall, and I had been forced to come to the nurces office after I had tried to clean my wound by splashing it with water from the tap, it also refused to stop bleeding. "You are impossible. Can you please just try and stay out of trouble? For one day, that's all I ask." Our school nurse is a wolf, she's one of them. However she hates the way they treat us mere humans, she thinks we should all just live in peace with equal rights. Like that would ever happen. "All I've done is stay out of trouble, but you are just going to humiliate me anyway, so what's the actual point?" "The pack were discussing a public execution, Dylan. You need to walk on egg shells from now on, not just for you but for your family as well." No ones been publicly executed in over 4 months, I'm flattered they're considering it. They only execute people who they believe are the biggest problems to society. "Well then... I'm flattered." I chuckled, before looking at the patch job. 'Huh, not too shabby.' I quickly stood up from the human nursing station and pulled the sleeve of my shirt down covering the evidence of ever being hurt. "This is serious!" I just gave her a blank look before leaving the room. On the way out I heard her call back to me. "Please just think about it." I gave a clipped nod as I walked away wondering how I'm going to tell my mom about this. Later in the evening... "Dilly why you say that?" Freddie looked up at me with a mouth full of bread. "Don't speak with your mouthful!" My mom scolded him as a bashful blush made its way to his cheeks. "Sowwy mommy." His reply was muffled as he swallowed the last chunk of food. "I said it Freddie, because it's the truth. The wolf race are a pathetic excuse for..." my mom cut me off with an extremely stern look. "Dylan! They have ears everywhere, one more word out of you and it's your room." I scowled, my hatred for the Lycan kind growing stronger as each day passes. "What more can they do to me, lash me? Beat me? Brand me? They've ran out of options." I stated slamming my hands down, then severely regretting it as sharp pain shot though my wound. "What was that?" My head shot to regard my mothers worried expression. Her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were dull and judging as she looked at me. "Nothing, it was nothing." I quickly took my plate in my hand and began to walk to the kitchen. "I'm not really hungry, and I have homework to do!" My mom caught hold of my forearm causing me to drop my plate suddenly, I watched it slowly fall before shattering on the floor. I retracted my arm quickly and turned to Freddie. "Stay there and don't move until it's cleaned up ok sport?" He just nodded with wide eyes, I turned back to my mom and noticed her curious stare on my arm. Her grip shifted to the other side as she turned it around before pulling my sleeve up. The bandage was showing and a bit of blood was seeping though after the wound had been disturbed. "What the hel happened?" My moms eyes widened as she began to fumble with the bandage. Before she could unravel any of it I snatched my arm away. "I had an accident at school. No big." I began to gather the large pieces of the broken plate up ready to put them in the bin. "What did you do Dylan?" She looked at me with pure worry and only then did I realize what the wound must look like to someone who didn't know. "For gods sake! I didn't do it to myself! I got publicly punished at the assembly alright? It's no big deal." Her face dropped instantly and she stepped towards me, causing me to step backwards. "Mom, I'm ok. So back off will you." "What did you do? I've never known them to cut someone's arm as a punishment." Her shock and accusation was evident in her voice and I sighed heavily. "I spoke against the alphas son." I may have hit him too, but I wasn't going to divulge that part to her. "It's not one big cut, mom, it's a brand, 'human scum' carved onto my arm." "They've branded you now too?!" My eyes rolled at her hurt tone as I went to get the dustpan and brush. "You're so much like your father." A sigh left her mouth as she spoke, running a hand through her hair, while I quickly swept up the little pieces of the broken plate. "You've had a new uniform delivered. It's laid out on your bed. Dylan, Please just try and stay respectful in the future, I don't want my daughter to be completely mutilated. Although you're not far off." "Gee, Thanks." I then walked over to my little brother Freddy before blowing a kiss into his neck and hearing him giggle. "So sport, how's school going?" "It's ok." He shrugged before going back to coloring a dinosaur picture in. "Well that's good, stay out of trouble, ok little man?" Heading upstairs and into my room, my thoughts wandered to the permanent graffiti scar very slowly healing on my arm. Disgusting beasts. Think they own the world because they're faster, stronger and can shift. Pah. If you ask me they are not all that.

The second I walked into my room my mouth dropped open. On my bed was some grey pants laid out neatly, which wasn't the surprising part, no, what shocked me was the grey high neck no sleeved button down shirt, every single set of uniform had sleeves except this one. They've done this on purpose those, mutts. They want the world to see my arm and know what a disgusting creature I am. They want the world to know that I, Dylan Riley, am nothing more than 'human scum'.

During the last week, I've been horrible, in class I've been loud in voicing my views, I've insulted at least everyone to some degree, I didn't care about the consequences, and I certainly didn't think about them. I haven't seen Nick at all since he was claimed, and to make matters worse today was the royal visit. Oh yes, werewolves and mated humans alike were spending every waking minute preparing themselves to meet his royal majesty, king of the wolves. Unclaimed Humans however would rather stick pins in their eyes. "Dylan, get down now... you're going to be late." She was right, I was dawdling this morning, I really couldn't be bothered today, I gave myself one last look in the small mirror and sighed when my eyes met my newly uncovered brand. It had bad bruising around the letters, and was still extremely tender to touch, it was definitely healing now though. I made my way down the stairs and came face to face with my mother who was seeing to Freddie, she was helping my brother get his coat on when she turned to me. "You ready sport?" Freddie nodded his little head at me and smiled while I quickly slid my shoes on. "Just Remember, the alpha is bad enough, Dylan, please, please don't do anything to anger the king." My mother stopped us from walking out the door to tell me something she had been telling me continuously for the last couple of days, it was almost as if the entire human population of our district was expecting me to do something stvpid. "Try and have a good day." I rolled my eyes but nodded, even I know not to push the king, he could kil me in the hallway like it was nothing. In fact I plan on staying out of his way for the entirety of the day. "We will see you tonight mom." I stated before me and my brother began our walk to school, his little hand clutched my own tightly as we went. Usually Nick would be with us, as he lives next door, well he used to, now he's residing in the main pack house. I quickly dropped Freddie off at his school and watched him get the wolfsbane neutralizer before walking into him building giving me a small wave before he went in. With my new scar on complete show, and my figure being complimented by the skin tight shirt I was wearing, I sauntered down the street to school, I gave my name and year in and took the wolf's bane neutralizer injection with no problems at all. It was finally getting into school that the problem occurred. Walking through the halls I was met by many looks, some of pity some of disgust. You see every single non mated human in the school was wearing a long sleeved version of the uniform I was given. All the Wolves and mated couples were scattered around in fancy floor length dresses or tailored suits. As I turned the corner I noticed a couple, now this couple happened to catch my eye the most out of all of them because it consisted of Arya and Nick, eating each other's faces off. "What the hel!" Nicks head shot to me as his eyes widened. He too was dressed in a tailored suit, a navy blue tie hung on his neck to match Aryas dress. Why was this happening all the time? It's always my friends that get completely brain washed. I shook my head in disbelief before turning my back on him. I heard his fast footsteps behind me as I rounded the corner. "Dylan?!" He ran right in front of me, stopping me in my tracks, making me drop my bag off my shoulder and almost causing me to bump into him. "Let me just explain..." "Has she marked you?" I mean you could almost see it in his eyes, she had marked him, and knowing the way life goes he's probably even mated with her. "Actually... Don't even answer that." I aggressively picked my bag up off of the floor and stormed off down the hall. "Dylan, just listen to me, Erin was right, it's so hard to resist your soulmate, and Arya is actually ok once you get to know her." I just kept walking, he caught up to me walking beside me but it didn't matter, I completely ignored everything and everyone. 'I'm so not in the mood today' getting into class was good though, I said hello to Mr Foley and took my usual seat. Nick sighed then took his bag off ready to sit next to me, but I snapped before he had the chance. "Traitors and mated idiots sit on that side of the room." I didn't look him in the eye as I pointed to a seat right at the front of the classroom on the opposite side. His eyes widened as he turned his attention back to me. "You can't be serious Dylan." I gave him a blank look before grabbing my book out of my backpack, I placed it on the desk then began to write the date on the top line. "I've sat in this seat for as long as I can remember." I ignored him, his voice sounded sad and shocked. "Dylan? Wait! What is that?!" Before I could react Nick had grabbed hold of my branded arm and turned it to see the letters. "Oh my God! What happened?" I snatched my arm away from him and shrugged as I continued to write in my book before grabbing my water bottle out of my bag. "The principal happened, it was my punishment for speaking out against Adrian and Arya. I wear it with pride." He just held a complete look of disbelief. "You spoke out against them?" I shrugged, what did he think I'd do. "It's no secret that I despise this stvpid new world and the mutts that control it. You were my friend, I wasn't going to let them just take you without saying something, although that is exactly what you seem to have done. Enjoy the view from your new seat!" "Don't be like that, Dylan, I'm your best friend, I'm sorry about your arm, but..." my eyes rolled inside my head at my friends words. "Anything with the word 'but' in, isn't an apology, it's a rationalization." I took a drink of water from my bottle and kept my eyes facing forward, ignoring his every attempt to try and talk to me. "Dylan?.. Dylan?... Do you know what? Erin is right, if you push us all away you won't have any friends left." He huffed before walking over to the empty seat and sitting down, I could feel him glancing up at me every now and again but I didn't respond. "Good morning class, please settle down." He looked at me then at Nick and frowned, we've never sat apart, we were friends before the new world even began. I just shook my head telling him to forget it. "So... as you know the king will be arriving in a short while, but until then lessons will go on as normal." Its funny seeing teachers in the same uniform your wearing, mr Foley and his wife are the coolest. Human teachers and doctors only have slightly more respect than we do. Because of Mr Foley's status him and his wife have better access to food and drink, Mrs Foley is cool, sometimes she even makes sure mr Foley brings some in for me. Ya know, coz I'm their favorite student. It's not in a weird way, it's just they were friends of the family before the new wold took effect. Mr Foley and my dad were buddies from high school, so it goes without sayin really. "All the mated humans will be at the front of each years line again, after that you will all be placed in status, Nick, as your mated to Alpha Arya, you'll be at the front of your line. Dylan as you have been branded..." his voice trailed off as he looked at me. "Yeah yeah, I'll be at the back of the line behind everyone. I get it." I huffed, moving my sight towards the window once more. "I am sorry." I turned to face Mr Foley again, he looked genuinely upset and that look of pity wasn't something I wanted to see. I gave him a clipped nod then turned away again. "Anyway, on to the subject matter, 'Of Mice and Men, page 64, Nick why don't you start us off with the reading."

"Of course sir." Nick began reading the book but I switched off, today is going to be a long day. After almost an hour and a half of reading comprehension, the bell chimed signaling lunch. I shot up and out of the classroom before anyone could say anything. Today, I was avoiding drama like the plague.

I wandered the corridors straight to the lunch hall. All the people I would normally hang out with we're all mated so I grabbed my lunch quickly, and sat down at the end of the human table. Let me lay the lunch hall out for you. On one side of the room you have two long rows of tables, with simple benches that make it look like prison, on the other side of the room you have multiple round tables with fancy chairs. Yup you get it. The humans sit at the prison tables and the wolves and traitors sit on the fancy tables, they get fancy food, fancy drink and most importantly they get pudding. what I would give to have some pudding. "Dylan can we just talk?" Nick quickly took the spot next to me as he set his lunch tray down. I looked at his food which had been placed on a ceramic, circular white plate. God that looked good. I sighed knowing he was going to talk anyway. "Fine, you have two minutes." I used my fork to take a bit of pasta off his plate and shoved it into my mouth. God that was good. "After I left school, I was taken to the pack house with Arya, and I really got to know her. It took a few days for me to finally accept being with her, but ever since life has been ok, and the sax... well that's a whole other story." Eww, I didn't need that mental image in my head. "I'm glad your happy." I stated before deciding I had no appetite. His face held shock before he sighed in relief. "That means a lot Dylan, I mean you know that your opinion matters to me." I cut him off before he could say anything else. "I said I was glad your happy. I didn't say I approved of what you've done. You've basically turned into one of THEM, I can't ever forgive you for that." He looked hurt, but I couldn't care less about his feelings. He placed his hand gently on my arm and went to open his mouth when a growl sounded out. All heads whipped to where it came from, Arya was stood holding a glass of soda and a plate, she was looking right at me and Nick and I would totally be dead if looks could kil. Nick quickly retracted his hand, his whole face fell and you could see sorrow flood his irises. "You sit with me now, get away from that, that... scum!" Wow, Nick was such a lucky guy. NOT. "You heard her. Get away from me, go sit with your new friends. I'm happy for you, and I understand where your coming from, but don't come up to me again and pretend you didn't betray your own kind. Don't pretend you didn't betray me." I shoved a little bit of food into my mouth before standing up and walking out of the cafeteria, leaving my tray on the table. I was walking through the hallway to the classroom, you see I decided to spend lunch with Mr Foley in his room, when I happened to hear voices in the corridor. "Is it wise for her to actually be present when the king arrives? Surely she could be placed in the dungeons, it might actually teach her some respect?" My principal was speaking to the alpha of our district, huh, if I stayed and listened do you think they'd notice, maybe they could smell me?! "Everyone is to be present, if the Riley girl does one thing out of line she will be dealt with severely, child or not. That girl has been a blight to the district since day one, she's dangerous, if she puts one hair out of place I will personally break her into submission." Oh shet, they were talking about me specifically, and they mentioned the dungeon, that's not been used in months. Normally I would have listened in more but something about the entire situation didn't sit right with me, all of a sudden, I was on edge, and simply wasn't interested in the slightest in hearing how my misery was to be enhanced. I backed up slightly before turning around and bumping head first into one of the hottest man I had ever seen. I lost my balance immediately and fell straight on to the floor letting out a small grumble in the process. His eyebrows knitted together quickly and his breath hitched in his throat as he looked upon my fallen state and gasped. "Mate!" He whispered, his eyes fixated on mine. Now, I had seen and heard that many times to know what that means, I gasped before taking a step back. 'No, no, no, no, no. This can not be happening.' He growled slightly before stepping towards me. Oh Shet!

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The following two brain scans were provided by the Neuro-Warfare branch of the Halcyon Security Division (HSD) for the purpose of analyzing the thoughts, behaviors, and information of notorious gangsters Vincent 'Troy' Cohen and Bruno (Deadname: Koraak Tel-Char). At the point of the recording of this archival shared, Bruno has since received his rebirth therapy, and Vincent is currently serving a long-term rehabilitative and reeducative sentence in the Erebus Supermax Prison on Io.
Warning: the contents of this archival shared may be especially disturbing to some audiences. Viewer discretion is advised.
Warning: the contents of this archival shard are for the sole purpose of analyzing the thought patterns and memories of certain degenerate criminals in an effort to ascertain vital information that can be used to eliminate their organizations. Only staff with clearance level Omega may view this archival shared, and the viewership of this archival shared by anyone of inadequate clearance level will lead to twenty years in prison and a fine of over a hundred thousand credits.
Booting up memory scan: Vincent 'Troy' Cohen, November 4th, 2446…
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"Do you have visuals of the target, Troy?"
I knelt down in the alleyway, the bodies of me and my partners shrouded in long, waterproof, ashen-gray overcoats the shade of dirty street scum that we wore to ward off the constant heavy rainfall the color of osmium. Our faces were covered in a mix of scrapped respirators, visors, or full metal face masks carved with intricate designs to hide our identities. On our waists were our badges of honor: leather belts studded with interlocked rivets made from blackened titanium, each buckle forged of silver and shaped into the head of our gang's symbol, the black mamba. We hid amongst the shadows of the dark midday of Halcyon City, the heavy, oppressive rains blanketing the roads paved obsidian-black with asphalt and weathered concrete walkways. The street lamps were always on, like beacons of false hope in a storm of melancholy.
The city was dark and dreary as always, the planet of Proxima Centauri B, renamed Dawn's Lamentation over a century ago, orbited the red dwarf star of Proxima Centauri, and the atmosphere was thick with natural smog and ever-storming rain clouds. That didn't dissuade people from living here: there was plenty of money to be had for shrewd industrialists and hardworking pioneers, even in the urban sprawl. But that life also came with risks, especially for those on the bottom of the totem pole.
I was a ganger, and we were criminals; full stop. I won't assault you with some spiel about how we're the good guys fighting oppression because, at the end of the day, we could be just as bad, if not worse, than Halcyon's Security Division, or the HSD for short. We were traffickers, killers, extortionists, and money launderers. We dealt with everything from stolen tech and military-grade hardware to hard drugs and sentients.
Yes, sentients. We trafficked sentients, but not in the way you might think. They weren't prisoners, in fact, we were their saviors if they had the cash. We had developed a reputation for fighting the power, but it was still business: sure, freeing captives from the clutches of the Protectorate. The disruption of its many oppressive organizations held a certain satisfaction in my heart for sure, but we didn't help those who couldn't pay unless someone else paid on their behalf. It was about making sure me and my gang, my family, could live a decent life for another day.
It helped that most of us joined after leaving the state yard for partaking in acts of 'degeneracy' and 'anti-xenopet illegalities' as if those terms meant anything anymore other than that we were a threat to the local status quo. It was hard to pick up a job as a former inmate when even in something as harsh and backbreaking as a job in the iridium mines near the poles when the employment office had you blacklisted as a degenerate, which lead to the formation of many of the gangs: we needed to make a living somehow, and when all social programs were cut off from you unless you submitted for 're-education' and the only way to put food on the table was subverting, breaking, or even downright fighting the law, you did what you had to do or you died on the streets a scorned beggar.
It wasn't like the HSD made it easy for us on even a good day: the local HSD units were armed to the teeth with advanced, military-grade hardware that you'd often see on the front lines of the Second Authority War: armored assault transports, a myriad of advanced war droids, all sorts of chemical countermeasures that made tear gas seem like putting the garden hose on mist mode, and of course advanced firearms. Add that to the fact that they were authorized to use deadly force when they deemed it necessary and you had a ruthless, heartless, and nearly unstoppable enemy. But we could make that work: we weren't trying to stop them, just to withstand them.
"Yeah, I got eyes on the prize, Koraak; seven armored transports, two for droids, five for prisoners."
Today wasn't a day for a normal job: we were getting bolder, cockier, more ambitious. Our numbers had swelled for the last few years after the raid at Barnard's Star and the fall of the Blood Dragon Mafia. Their leader, Saito Yasuhide, had committed seppuku as their manor burned, and his twin sons had gone down fighting rather than allowing themselves to be captured simply to face a firing squad. In the aftermath, many of the family's associates had fled to the surrounding systems, and with the sheer size and scope of the criminal underworld found here, it was no wonder that many people who had developed skills of the less legal variety had decided to form ranks with the gangs, and with them they brought guns, tech, knowledge, contacts, and even something that we thought wasn't possible beforehand: a semblance of peace between the gangs, or at least the closest thing to peace that gangs could cultivate effectively. With the fall of the Blood Dragons, we saw the writing on the wall, and the writing couldn't have been clearer: work together or die together.
"Sounds like a massacre, Troy: are you sure we can handle seven?"
"We ain't got no choice, Cinder: this job's double the usual rate, and that's not including the weapons and gear we could scrounge if this goes well," I hissed, my eyes scanning for any resistance. There were at least four guards for each van, not to mention at least eight droids in total, meaning that we were already outnumbered, but we had the element of surprise: we could make it work. "So put your balls in your purse and get ready to spill some blood."
Koraak snorted at our antics, which sounded like someone pulling the ripcord on a lawnmower. He was a veteran Russu Corsair, and while his past of slaving, raiding, and killing was unsavory, so were the lives we'd lived, so who were we to judge? All we cared about was that he was a brutal and capable fighter and a loyal brother in arms. It turned out that being a ganger wasn't much different from being a Corsair: you lived and died by a code of honor, you fought to the death for your brothers, and you lived to die for the sake of your gang and your family, simple as that. In a strange, ironic way, it was an incredibly honest way of life: we were under no illusions as to what we were, what we did, and why we did it, and we'd long since accepted it. The Russu related to us in that aspect, in many ways I could respect, which is why I hated what the Protectorate was doing, and why I couldn't grasp how most of humanity could just collectively lose their marbles so long ago. What had happened for us to deem all other life below us in such a demeaning and infantilizing way?
The Russu were a race of tall, muscle-bound Saurians with avian features, and Koraak was no exception: reaching almost seven feet in height and weighing over four hundred and fifty pounds, he could be an absolute menace if he so desired. His skin was covered in stubby, knobby scales and dense plumage, with elegant feathers adorning the ridges along his back as well as his forearms, elbows, knees, and the crests on his head. He almost looked like how paleontologists described velociraptors, with razor-sharp talons, feathers shaded in vibrant greens, reds, and purples, and a maw full of sharp teeth, but at the tip of his snout was a sharp, beak-like growth meant for ripping flesh off the bone.
The Russu were strange as hell, but they also looked almost cute in the same way a fully grown alligator was cute: they were obviously dangerous, but humans would always have this innate desire to anthropomorphize them and to pet them for some inexplicable reason, although common sense usually prevented that, at least amongst the very few of us left that were sane.
"Shut up, Troy! All I'm saying is that that'll be rough, and you know it," hissed Cinder. Cinder was a tall black man whose coffee-colored skin was covered in tattoos. He wore an ebony mechanic's jumpsuit with metal inserts underneath his grimy overcoat covering his body and a faded black respirator on his face. His eyes were a startling blue that seemed sorely out of place, and his hair was braided into thick cornrows along his scalp. He wore a pair of heavy black combat boots and palmed his compact shotgun in his hands, the square barrel less than seven inches. Like a lot of the weapons the Black Mambas carried on their persons and dealt in, they fired caseless ammunition; in Cinder's case it was 16x40mm caseless shotshells filled with depleted uranium micro-flechetes no thicker than a toothpick. Cinder nervously fiddled with the detachable tube magazine underneath the barrel, his hands shaking. Despite the shit I have him, I didn't blame him for being anxious: I was anxious too, even if I refused to show it. The biting cold of unease and pessimism was in my stomach, and I ran all the way that this job could go wrong in my head over and over.
"Just hold yourself together, this ain't anything we haven't done before, there's just more of it," I reassured Cinder, "besides, we're not alone; we have reinforcements across the street. We'll make it out of this alive."
Cinder nodded almost absentmindedly, his eyes downcast and his breathing shallow. I turned from him and back to Koraak, who was making sure he had everything on his person; he had a synthetic leather bandoleer across his chest that contained the heavy eight guage depleted uranium slugs he kept loading and unloading into his much larger, longer, and more traditional shotgun he nicknamed ‘carnage’ and several leather straps that held his Tu'shan daggers: traditional Russu pyramidal blades forged from a silvery alloy with all three edges serrated and the tip barbed to leave behind horrible, gaping wounds that gushed blood. They were wickedly sharp and absolutely straight like a stiletto, and the hilts and pommels were beautifully decorated. He wore no clothes underneath his overcoat to cover the countless scars and blemishes he's earned in combat across his chest and abdomen, and instead of a normal respirator or visor, he simply wore a hood over his head and some traditional Russu facial armor to protect his mouth, eyes, and cheeks.
"You ready to fight, Koraak? The caravan will pick up and leave soon."
Koraak was silent for a moment before nodding, a human gesture he had picked up after serving as a soldier with the Black Mambas for years. "I'm always ready to fight," he said before lifting up his shotgun and aiming down the sights at the reinforced front wheels of the first armored car in the caravan. He exhaled and fired, the slug ripping through both front tires and causing them to deflate and fall apart. The echo of the shot rang through the alleyway and the street, causing pedestrians to panic and flee the scene as heavily armored guards poured out of the side doors of the armored cars and unholstered their carbines.
"Go, now!" I shouted, and both me and Cinder rushed out into the fray, our guns raised. Koraak was right behind the two of us, providing covering fire with his shotgun. Several guards fell quickly, Koraak's precise fire and the sheer force of the depleted uranium slugs putting them down for good as their heads were vaporized or their chest cavities were turned to mush. He emptied the tube with one final shot that painted the grey matter of a security guard on the door of one of the armored cars, then racked the shotgun and expertly loaded it in threes, his hands deft and agile as he reached for more slugs faster than any human.
With the cacophony of our initial assault, more Black Mambas poured out from the alleyways and the subways, armed to the teeth with all manner of weapons; shotguns, submachine guns, pistols, machetes, baseball bats, and all manner of homemade explosives. Molotovs and more potent concoctions shattered against the asphalt, herding in the caravan guards with their volatile contents as they were quickly gunned down. The assault was working, and we were winning.
Then I heard the robotic whine of a combat droid activating, and my heart sank. One of the armored cars in the back activated the four combat droids it held, the robotic assault units detaching from their charging ports on the sides of the large van and began to form up, each armed with a terrifying array of deadly weapons meant to quash any and all resistance. They were blocky, soulless, utilitarian things that stood at eight feet tall, with flat feet meant for stomping and blades, grasping claws designed to lacerate flesh and shatter bone. On each shoulder was a weapon: on the left was a multi-barrel rotary grenade launcher loaded with 15mm concussion grenades, and on the right was a burst-fire splinter cannon. They were all painted a dull grayish-green, the color of Halcyon's Security Division, although some had a few decorations on them: the one closest to me had a bit of graffiti on the side that said Mr. Hugs in Comic Sans, which I couldn't decide whether that made it more or less terrifying. They split up without hesitation and began to scan the chaotic battlefield, their single, red, beady lenses the security forces had the gall to call eyes focusing on specific targets to eliminate.
An entire group of Black Mambas was torn to pieces by a cloud of flechettes as one of the droids fired a withering three-round burst of shotshells from the four gauge splinter cannon mounted on its shoulder. Another picked up a Black Mamba in its hand and crushed her skull effortlessly before tossing her limp body to the side, its single, red, remorseless robotic eye tracking a new target. Most bullets that struck their thick armored chassis simply bounced off, and those that could pierce the armor didn't seem to phase the droids whatsoever, merely notifying them of a new potential target.
"Damnit," I shouted as I gunned down another guard only for two more to take his place. "Cinder! We gotta pop open the cars and scram! Get the maglock cutters!"
Cinder rushed and slid over through a dirty puddle, pulling out a maglock cutter from the inside of his coat and slipping it onto the back door of the first van. It immediately went to work, drilling through the maglock with a high-powered plasma torch nozzle, and within ten seconds we heard the telltale clunk of the maglock separating. I yanked the door open and ordered I side, ready to escort the prisoners out… only for my face to contort in shock and horror.
The back was empty. There was not a single soul inside of the back brig of the armored car.
"What the fuck…" Cinder gasped, his eyes wide with shock. "What the actual fuck… what the fuck is this, Troy?"
"I… I don't…" I stuttered the sounds of battle and carnage drowned out by the sound of blood rushing in my ears. All five cars were supposed to be filled with recently captured Russu from the front lines ready to be housed in the local Xenopet-Megaplex for processing and conditioning. The fact that this one was empty…
Suddenly, it all hit me at once with the force of a freight train, but it was too late. "We were set up, Cinder; our fucking client either squealed or was crooked to begin with…"
"Fucking bitch!" Cinder shouted as he spun around in an enraged arch, anger growing in his eyes. He aimed his shotgun at an approaching security guard and reduced his upper body to a fine red mist with a cacophony of shotgun blasts. "We gotta get everyone who's left out of here! Do you know what this means? The Jurors will be here soon, and then we're all going down! We gotta go, fuck the job!"
I grit my teeth. Not the Jurors, anything but the Jurors.
"Fine, gather everyone who's left and we'll slip through the sewers, the droids are too bulky to follow us there…"
As I spoke, my eyes wandered to the seventh and final armored car, the second of the droid cars, and my blood froze. Not only were all four ports empty, but they were also smaller and more shallow than the ports for the combat droids. That could only mean one thing.
"Oh fuck! Cinder, we gotta get our Russu members out of here! They've got arachnid droids!"
Arachnid droids were the stuff of nightmares. Resembling blocky, robotic arachnids the size of a manhole cover, they were specifically designed to take down sentient aliens, specifically the Russu, using sickeningly non-lethal means. They were equipped with full-body adaptive cloaking to blend in with their environments, paralytic agents that they could inject into their victims, built-in taser barbs, psychedelic gas ports for crowd-control, and a narrow-coned cacophony canon that disabled the Russu using incredibly high-pitched sounds that only they could hear, forcing them onto their knees and clutching the backs of their heads where their auditory organs were stored in agony. But worst of all was their stygian spinnerets: special ports near the end of their robotic abdomens that excreted a viscous, latex-like substance made up of millions of nano-bots. This substance could be used to render Russu blind, deaf, and mute by having it forced onto their faces, the black substance growing and enveloping their heads and working its way into every orifice. It was completely permeable to the standard atmosphere, but any Russu who had been 'webbed' was completely helpless and essentially captured, and the 'webbing' was both nearly indestructible and nigh impossible to remove without a triple-encrypted override key that was found in every arachnid droid's code, which was corrupted when the droid was destroyed or hacked into. Once you were 'webbed', you were essentially captured and the standard protocol was to leave you to the wolves since the nano-bots could be tracked, endangering the entire gang.
I turned just as I heard the deafening sound of Koraak discharging his shotgun, and I saw him squaring off against one of the assault droids. The droid has obviously been programmed to not use lethal force against Russu if possible, as instead of simply killing Koraak with it's shoulder-mounted splinter cannon, it approached with its claws extended, blades retracted. Koraak continued to back away and fire, pumping the droid full of depleted uranium slugs, its armor crumbling inward as the slugs pierced its chassis and damaged its internal cyberstructure. Eventually, Koraak ran out of slugs and instinctively reached to his bandoleer only to find that he had no more shells left at all, and he drew one of his knives and his sidearm, a simple high-caliber handgun. He tried to take down the droid with his handgun, but the bullets didn't even seem to affect the droid upon penetration, it's claws still extended as it attempted to apprehend Koraak.
In the corner of my vision, as I watched Koraak battle with the droid, I noticed a faint shimmer in the air on one of the black streetlight poles that was right behind him. I focused on it and blinked, believing my eyes had deceived me for a moment before realizing that it was actually a cloaked arachnid droid stalking Korvaak, ready to pounce and incapacitate him.
Before I could shout, it leaped from the pole and landed on Korvaak, causing him to shout in surprise while it began to coagulate its horrifying stygian webbing to disable Korvaak. Korvaak tried to wrestle it off of him, but the droid was agile and fast, clinging onto Korvaak and skittering around across his upper body as he attempted to grab it, forcibly wrapping the sticky black liquid across his face as he gagged like a spider wrapping up a fly. I rushed towards him to try and help, but I felt pain explode in my ribs as I was struck with the arm of the closest combat droid and launched into the chassis of a parked car, the metal denting from the sheer force of impact. I groaned in pain as I saw stars and my head spun, and just then I felt a blinding light be cast over me.
“Drop your weapons and kneel with your hands on your head, or you will be pacified with deadly force!” Shouted a loud, artificially deepened voice from above. “I repeat, drop your weapons and kneel with your hands on your head! Neither hostility nor hesitation will be tolerated!”
It was the Jurors, I could feel the air being pushed around from the thrusters on their drop ships, and I could hear screams and shouts as my fellow Black Mambas were quickly gunned down. I couldn’t see well since I was seeing double, but I could hear the slaughter as my eyes dimmed and I began to lose consciousness, my regrets crawling up my throat like vomit.
I’m sorry was all I could think as everything finally went dark, and the sounds of chaos, destruction, and combat faded away.
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Memory halted due to loss of consciousness. Booting next available memory in shard…
Booting up memory scan: Koraak Tel-Char Bruno, November 5th, 2446…
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“Good morning, sleepyhead; it’s time for breakfast.”
My eyes shot open. I was not in the street anymore, nor was I home in my bed with my mate. I knew instantly that something was horribly wrong. I tried to stand up, but I couldn’t gain the leverage to do so: my ankles had been shackled together with magnetic cuffs and my arms were forced together in front of me.
I was wearing some kind of thick shirt. It was warm, fluffy, and comfortable on the inside, but it still made me incredibly uncomfortable that my arms didn’t have a free range of motion. I looked down to see that I was wearing some human garment I had heard about before, a straightjacket maybe?
The entire room was padded: the walls, the floor, even the ceiling. There was no bed or furniture; the floor was soft enough to serve as a bed in itself. There was nothing else except for the soft reddish-orange lights on the ceiling that somehow made me sleepy. I blinked slowly for a moment, my body screaming at me to just lay back down and lose consciousness, but I couldn’t do that: I needed to figure out where I was and how to escape.
Then I noticed who was speaking to me: it was a short human female, with crow's feet around her blue eyes, blonde hair braided down her back, and freckles all over her face. She had a soft smile on her lips, and her forehead was slightly crinkled. She wore a full-body white lab suit with a white overcoat and a pair of glasses for snugly on her face.
"There we go, now I can see those pretty eyes, such a beautiful shade of teal," she cooed softly, "You're such a handsome boy, even with all those scars: I'm sure you'll be adopted very quickly once we get you fixed up."
Fear gripped my heart as I began to piece all the evidence together. I had been captured; I was no longer on Halcyon, and instead, I was in one of the horrific space-born facilities I had heard so much about from the inside agents. I started to hyperventilate and squawk like a newborn hatchling, my eyes dilating in panic. This couldn't be happening! This has to be a nightmare!
The human woman merely wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into an embrace, cradling my head under her chin and speaking softly. I couldn't bite at her or claw at her: I was muzzled and wearing a straight jacket, so I had no choice but to allow her to coddle me.
"It's okay, sweetheart: I understand you're scared, but Julie's here to make all the pain and bad thoughts go away," she said as if she was comforting a child, which made anger blossom in my chest indignantly. "I'll be your caretaker for the next few months, and I'm going to make sure you're healthy, happy, and most importantly safe while you're under our care. I'm sorry to say that includes your restraints and restrictive clothing, but we have to make sure you aren't a threat to yourself or others before we can determine if it's a good idea to remove you from suicide watch."
I growled under my muzzle. Suicide watch? They must have had a lot of instances of Russu taking their own lives after being captured, something I wished I had been able to do before that damnable droid launched itself onto me and…
I shuddered at the thought of the black, viscous substance forcing itself into my nostrils and down my throat and windpipe, gagging me and rendering me completely helpless. It was so cold, so harsh, like slime, and when I had tried to tear it off of my face it merely attached itself to my claws and bound my talons together. I remember squirming on the ground as it enveloped me, unable to see, hear, or speak, and then everything went dark in an instant. It was the most horrible thing I had ever experienced, which was saying something.
"You alright, sweetheart? Oh, I know, you're probably hungry! Here, try some of this." She held up a piece of what looked like raw bacon and wiggled it in front of me before reaching out to remove my muzzle. In an instant, I attempted to snap at her only for pain to blossom in my forehead and my eyes to roll up in my head as I convulsed. It was like something was attempting to drill through my skull from the inside, and every breath felt empty and labored.
"Now, that didn't feel very nice, did it? This is why we have countermeasures in place because we can't trust you yet, sweetheart! Don't worry, we'll work on breaking you of all those bad behaviors and habits while you're here; after all, a well-trained pet is a happy pet!" She began to stroke the crests on my head as I slowly recovered, and she snugly fit the muzzle back onto my snout. "But I won't hold it against you this time, sweetheart; you're just scared and confused, but I'll make all the pain go away."
I struggled in the straight jacket, trying my best to break out of it, but it was no use. Eventually, I became exhausted and despondent, allowing my new caretaker to have her way with me as she gently ran her fingers through my feathers and along my ridges, quietly speaking to me in a hopeless attempt to cheer me up. She seemed genuinely concerned for my well-being, which concerned me even further: who could be this naturally twisted while attempting to be as benevolent and kindhearted as possible?
I felt the pain and terror build up in my chest, the anxiety from what horrific activities I imagined they had planned for me here. I couldn't take the infantilization, the lack of any autonomy, the dehumanization, and what I feared the most was if the rumors of 'rebirth' were true: would they take my personhood from me?
Suddenly, I felt her whisper to me. "Don't worry sweetheart, I know you're so scared and confused, but I promise you everything will be okay: it's going to be your birthday soon, and then everything will get better." She ran her fingers through the feathers along my crest lovingly. "It will be such a wonderful day, and then we'll choose for you the most wonderful family, and you'll spend the rest of your life happy in your forever home! Doesn't all of that sound wonderful?"
I wanted to die. I wanted to disappear. I didn't want to lose myself, not like this, not to these monsters!
"It'll be your birthday soon," she said wistfully as if she was remembering similar events to this in the past like I wasn't the first she'd done this too, "and you'll never be sad again."
I realized that I wasn't the first the stay in this particular cell, and I knew for certain that I wouldn't be the last: I'd end up like my brother, a broken, erased mess of a pathetic creature, reduced to nothing more than a pet for these humans to amuse themselves with.
"We took the liberty of picking out a nice name for you, sweetheart! Now, let me just slip this little programming chip into the port slot on your occipital bone, and... there we go! It will also help you calm down a bit and adjust."
I felt the chip begin to invade my mind, suppressing my thoughts. What made me me was slowly being ripped out of my mind. I couldn't remember my name my name is Bruno, and I needed to get out! I can't let them do this to me! Somebody help me! I was a good boy.
##Do not think. You are a good boy.##
I tried to scream, but my voice wouldn't work: I had trouble forming any words at all, the confusion clouding my mind like wet, slimy eels curling around my brain and sinking their teeth into its folds like needles. I couldn’t scream any longer, because I had nothing left: the chip was slowly beginning to take everything from me, robbing me of my identity and branding a new one into my psyche with a white-hot iron. Julie simply held me close, attempting to reassure me as I awaited the inevitable demise of my personhood. Soon I would be just like my brother: erased. My mind would be shaped into the mind of a loyal plaything, like a Dog.
##Relax. Allow caretaker [Julie] to comfort you. You will let go of your burden.##
Soon, everything was a blur. I quickly found myself resting my head in her lap as she whispered to me and fed me, my eyes bleary and my head fuzzy. I couldn't remember my name anymore My name was Bruno, and I needed to break free from this trance relax, and allow her to help me; good boys didn't resist help.
##Good Boy. Do not think. You are a good boy.##
You can't... I...
##Good boy.##
I wouldn't… good boys don't… I…
##Good boy##
I was a good boy… I was a good boy…
I was… I was… a good… boy…
Someone help me, please! I don't want to be erased!
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The following script is from episode #343 of Halcyon After Dark, a popular late-night and current events talk show hosted by Melinda Carter. This specific episode was sponsored in part by the Halcyon Security Division, with Director Lochlin O'Brien joining as a guest star to talk about the changing crime statistics in Halcyon City and the HSD's recent successes in busting organized crime as well as their plans for addressing the growing criminal underworld.
MC: Good evening Halcyon! I'm your host, Melinda Carter, and you're watching Halcyon's most popular late-night talk show, Halcyon After Dark!
The crowd claps and cheers as Melinda walks on stage and sits behind her desk, her glittering red dress waving as she does so from the special effects.
MC: Tonight we have a very special guest here to tell us about the state of crime in the city and his plans on resolving it: please put your hands together for the HSD's very own Director, Lochlin O'Brien!
The crowd cheers some more as HSD Director Lochlan O'Brien, a tall, muscular, caucasian male in his early forties with red hair and a well-trimmed beard steps into the room, waving at the crowd with a bright smile. He sits in the armchair angled next to Melinda's desk and gives her his full attention.
MC: It's so good to have you on the show, Director! Tell me, how are you doing on this fine evening?
LO: I'm doing excellent, Melinda: every day I wake up feeling fulfilled knowing I'm serving Halcyon to the best of my abilities and then some."
MC: That's the spirit, Director! Now, I know this question is just on everyone's lips, so I have to ask: how successful was the recent gang bust? I heard HSD forces took out dozens of gang members and liberated at least a dozen Russu Hounds from their abusive clutches, but I know that everyone in the audience and at home wants to know the numbers.
LO: I'd be glad to tell you, but I do have to preface this by saying that we still lost a lot of good officers that day, and while we did strike a crippling blow to one of Halcyon's biggest gangs, it doesn't change the fact that each death is a tragedy, and we're taking steps to prevent them in the future. That being said, those valiant officers did not sacrifice themselves in vain: we had over a dozen confirmed kills and several arrests, including the rescue of several corrupted Russu hounds.
MC: That's excellent, Director: proof that even when the number of degenerates and scum grow by the day, the HSD will always be here to keep the citizens of Halcyon safe.
LO: Absolutely, Melinda, and we're always working tirelessly to increase the efficiency and effectiveness of our units, as well as racing to stay several steps ahead of the many gangs of Halcyon at all times. My newest goal as Director is to vastly increase the funding given to our Robotics Department and our Neuro-Warfare Department to potentially reduce the number of casualties we may experience in the future, as well as to quickly and effectively detain, and if necessary, eliminate criminals. Within the next decade, I want to double the number of automated units each Security Platoon is assigned: droids are the future of public safety as well as countless other industries, and it would be foolish to be left behind.
MC: That is quite a lofty goal, Director: what about the displaced jobs from the increased automation? What will the union say?
LO: And to that, I say: what misplaced jobs? We aren't replacing our honored and beloved service members with droids, Melinda, we are simply supplementing our units with more droids to ensure that future gang assaults end with fewer HSD casualties and more gang members in prison or eliminated, simple as that.
MC: That makes much more sense, Director, thanks for clarifying. Now, I have one more question that I'm sure much of Halcyon wants to know the answer to before we take a short break: what plans do you and your fellow directors have to make long-term progress in reducing crime beyond just increasing funding? Have you proposed any plans to strike at the source of where crime and degeneracy flourish?
OL: That's an excellent question, and one I am proud to answer: my constituents and I have been working tirelessly on a two-step plan to greatly reduce crime levels in Halcyon. Step one would be to prevent people from becoming criminals and degenerates at all in the first place: a lot of young men and women, but especially young men, have lost either one or both parents or even a sibling, aunt or uncle, or even a close friend by the brutality of the Second Authority War, and while the service of their lost loved ones will always be recognized and honored, many of these young men and women are left bitter, angry and lost without the guidance these people give them in their lives. Oftentimes they seek to fill that void with others who claim to relate to them: career criminals. These criminals will fill their heads with lies and false narratives to make them feel like they're fighting back against the 'evil protectorate government' that took their loved ones from them by sending them off to war when in reality it was the rogue Xenopets of the Triarchy that took them away by resisting their just and inevitable unburdening.
In response, I have proposed a slew of special programs that will make sure local law enforcement and HSD officers are present and contributing to their local community, and we'll be providing easy and light job openings for youngsters and teens looking to make a career for themselves in the force when they grow up. We want to let these lost souls know that there are people who care about them, people who understand them and that you shouldn't turn to degeneracy to feel fulfilled. We want to help the youth of our great society soar to new heights!
MC: That sounds like a wonderful beginning to your plan, Director, but what about the second step?
LO: Well, the second step is to prevent criminals and degenerates from becoming repeat criminals. Sure, they've made their mistakes, some worse than others, but they're only human like the rest of us. Some of them have been through hell: some are traumatized veterans who don't know how to adapt to normal life, others were recruited when they were young and don't know that there's a better way to live, and even more are mentally ill. We're alone in this galaxy, and we can't leave so many people behind. That's why we've come up with an excellent solution: we've set up isolated communities on distant moons and frontier planets where these criminals can be reeducated, rehabilitated, and allowed to repay their debt to society. When they're deemed 'reformed' and have graduated from our program, they'll be granted a hefty stipend and their criminal record will be deemed irrelevant, allowing them to reintegrate and become functioning members of our proud society.
MC: all of these sound like incredible steps forward in the fight to better our society and make real progress, Director. Sadly, we do have to step away for a moment, but you best believe I'll be back, Halcyon, and we'll be asking the Director here some burning questions about allegations over the quality of life Erubus Supermax! Now, a word from our sponsors!
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Good, you’re still alive! The rest of this shard appears to be corrupted, which means this particular trail seems to have run cold here, but do not despair; you need to keep searching. Find out what happened. Find the truth.I cannot guide you any longer: they've already found me, and if I remain in contact with you they'll find you as well. Take the archival database, and see what you can piece together. Maybe if we discover what truly happened we can put an end to this madness once and for all. I'm counting on you. Don't cry for me, I don't fear death, but I fear what they'll do to me to get to you: there are far worse fates than death, after all.

Hello , this is my fifth submission. It feels like it's trending in the right direction thanks to the feedback I've been getting from you all.
I would love to hear some more thoughts because I would like to start querying in the near future, but don't want to jump the gun unless the query itself is ready. I'm open to any and ALL criticism and feedback. Thank you in advance!
[First Attempt](https://www.reddit.com/PubTips/comments/1b2oprl/qcrit_adult_science_fiction_god_particle_111k/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)
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QUERY
[Dear Agent]
Detective Asaju knew she’d have to face death eventually, she just thought it would’ve been in 200 years. After catching a group of hackers ID scrubbing a simple arrest quickly turns into a blood bath. Surviving a dance of blades thanks only to her cybernetic enhancements, Asaju meets Helel, a man known to only a handful as the devil of Nauru.
Preferring to speak the languages of his past lives, Helel is surprised when Asaju speaks Latin. Seeing an old soul that he recognizes Helel spares Asaju believing he’s found his successor. Recruited by the Intelligence Division, Asaju joins the hunt for Helel and his cult. Through her investigation Asaju learns how untouchable the corporations that run the world are, and how they’ve tricked those they exploit into believing they’re happy.
Helel’s plan to save humanity from itself finally begins when he hijacks a news station and promises to change the world in six days. Asaju and the Intelligence Division move in to capture him only to find themselves ensnared in Helel’s trap. Asaju sacrifices herself so others can escape, but the devil always gets his due.
Asaju is drugged with a mind altering hallucinogen that leaves her questioning who she really is. Seeing things that leave her both terrified and at peace, Asaju begins to wonder if these thoughts are her own, or if she’s just clay being shaped by the hand of the devil. As she struggles with her own sanity and tracking down Helel, Asaju realizes there may be fates worse than death.
GOD PARTICLE is an adult science fiction novel in the cyberpunk subgenre complete at 110,000 words. It combines the futuristic world of (insert comp I'm still looking for, last book I read did not work, that's 4-5 so far, but at someone suggested the Murderbot Diaries. I'm rereading the first but I don't think it fits, at least book 1. Last suggestion was maybe Womb City. The synopsis doesn't sound close but the world might be similar. Richard K Morgan's "Thin Air" has a similar world and detective vibe, but it came out in 2018, so 6 years ago. Is that possibly still okay to use?), and the mind bending and detective elements of Blake Crouch's, Recursion.
I graduated with a bachelor's degree in Cinema with an emphasis in Screenwriting from [insert uni name] before I transitioned to writing novels six years ago and am so exciting to be sharing my debut novel with you. (insert brief reasons why I think they would be a good fit to represent God Particle).
Thank you for your time and consideration.
FIRST 300:
Detective Asaju watched a kaleidoscope of colors dance above the street. The glittering holos moved against each building trying to entice partiers inside with every attraction imaginable. Asaju secretly envied these people. To her, the swirling mosaics were beautiful, but unappealing. She once heard a spaced raver describe them as “unicorn barf,” which perfectly summarized how she felt about them.
She stood beneath the holo of a shield that read, DigiSafe, behind a neon green phrase, NOT SAFE ENOUGH, and a laughing face. No one paid it any attention here in the entertainment district. It was normal for everyone to be in their loudest outfits, wearing the flashiest augments money could buy. Graffiti or not, the holo was too tame to be noticed by anyone. Ironically, it was Asaju who garnered the most attention. In a sea of color her plain gray jacket, dark jeans, and black shirt couldn’t have stood out more. Thankfully no one paid her more than a cursory glance before continuing on their way.
“How we lookin, Garcia?” she asked, scanning the crowd with her police issued EyeDent glasses that brought up the ID of every person that walked by. Almost everyone’s tag above their head was green, with only a few yellows sprinkled here and there. Most were unpaid tickets for overtuned cybernetics or unregistered solicitation. None of it was worth the paperwork or hassle of bringing them down to the station. Seeing nothing of interest, Asaju rubbed her wrists as she watched a woman with an augmented chest that looked like it had been dipped in a vat of pink satin walk past.
“Wired in now,” Garcia shouted over the crowd.
“I’m counting on you to find something I can follow up on,” Asaju said while looking down at him. He was a scrawny guy who looked even smaller as he sat on the ground with his terminal on his lap.

The time has come.

Our first official trailer is live and the community Discord is open, and of course this was only the beginning! As the foundations are laid we want to make two policies very clear, Content Creation and Dev Comms, and they’re not as scary as they sound.
Read on!

Content Creation

This policy is for 3D Art, 3D printing, AMVs, API Tools, App Development, Archive Curating, Artwork, Audiobooks, Blogs, Bonsai, Chainsaw Sculptures, Comedy Skits, Cosplay, Crafting, Digital Art, Drink Recipes, Educational Materials, Fan Merch, Fan Products, Fanfics, Food Recipes, Gif Making, Graffiti, Guides, Index Building, Infographics, Interactive Apps, Knife Wood Carving, Let's Plays, Live Content, Live Crafting, Lore Readers, Memes, Modding, Music, Music Remixes, Podcasts, Pre-Recorded Content, Programming, Sheet Music, Slice of Life Skits, Story Analysis, Story Writing, Streams, Traditional Art, Tutorials, Videos, Voice Acting, Websites, Wiki Makers, Zen Gardening, and pretty much anything you can think of…
There are only 3 rules:

1. It’s original content you made.
2. There is a point back to Volok Games and/or Chimera CUSTOM XG.
3. No NFTs or AI generated content, ever.

Some examples:

• Heather designed some really cute pins and sold them online. It is her artwork, her storefront, and in the item description she has “from Volok Games”. This is totally fine.
• Alex made traditional art from the game’s weaponry and turned it into a print to sell at a convention in their Artist Alley booth. It is their artwork, at their booth, with the price sign saying “Chimera CUSTOM XG’s [weapon name]”. That is completely acceptable.
• Parker traced the community emotes from the Discord server and put them on stickers to sell. This is not okay since technically he didn’t make the artwork himself.
• Tina took The Team profile artwork, cut out the characters in a program, and put them on shirts to sell. This is also not okay since it is still official artwork. Not cool, Tina.

It’s really that simple. You make it, you share or sell it, you point back. The justification is that it gives fairness across the board, we don’t want to stifle creativity in the least. Why does a streamer or youtuber not have that many restrictions but artists are met with rules and limitations? Not here, not with us. More than likely we’ll be picking up fan merch on our own here and there, we might even work alongside creators in the future, who knows!
That’s it, that’s the whole policy. So go forth, go create.
If you still have questions don't be nervous! We have a channel in our Discord specifically for Content Creation related questions.
Join us by clicking here!

Dev Comms

This is not as scary or as limiting as the title makes it out to be, this policy is simply a guideline for how player to dev and vice versa interactions should go.
“The devs are to be treated fairly and respectfully in all forms of communication. Personal attacks, belittling, purposefully redundant questioning, unwarranted negative comments, threats of any nature, doxxing, and all other forms of abusive communication will not be tolerated in any form, duration, or aspect regardless of the player’s community standing, social media follower count, stream/youtube subscriber count, game hours played, products purchased, ect.”
Note that “being passionate” is never a good excuse for this kind of behavior. This same stance is taken for player to player interactions, to ensure we’re building an inclusive, positive space from the start. That is our gold standard because we value the mental health of our dev team and the general health of the community in its many facets
There is no space for toxic behavior and anyone who brings it will be removed.

Epilogue

The launch of the beta of course doesn’t mean we only fix a couple things, fully launch, and then never touch the game again. We want you, the community, to come on this journey as the game continues to grow. This isn’t the only chapter of Chimera Custom XG either so now is the perfect time to get in on the ground floor.
Don’t forget to wishlist on Steam!
Welcome aboard, CUSTOM soldier.
Sincerely, ~Team Volok

1. Mary Kelly was said to have spoken with a lisp
2. After Nichols death her body was taken to the mortuary and was taken via “Chapman’s court” and then her body was sent to the undertakers location on “Hanbury Street. “ Oddly, the next victim after Nichols was Annie Chapman who was murdered on Hanbury Street.
3. Mary Kelly was the first murdered victim to have ever been photographed post mortem. (EDIT: Kelly was the first murder victim to have a crime scene photo taken. We know that Eddowes post mortem photo was taken before Kelly. My apologies for this mistake in my original post.)
4. People used to believe at that time that the murdered victims eyes would reflect an image of their killer.
5. Under the archway where the Pinchin Street torso was dumped was written the word "Lipski" in chalk. This potentially links the Pinchin Street Torso to the murder of Stride and that of Miriam Angel in 1887.
6. Arthur Conan Doyle published his first Sherlock Holmes novel in 1887. In the novel (A Study In Scarlet) the fictional killer writes the word “RACHE” on the wall. The word “RACHE” means “revenge” in German. Perhaps Jack the ripper romanticized Arthur Conan Doyle’s fictional killers idea of writing a message on the wall if we believe that he wrote the graffiti on Ghoulston street.
7. Another Arthur Conan Doyle coincidence is that in 1888 Doyle wrote a piece called “The Mystery Of Cloomber” the illustrator worked on this piece from August 31st 1888 - November 8th 1888. If these dates sound familiar, they should. These are the dates that mark the first canonical killing of Mary Ann “Polly” Nichols and the last of the canonical victims Mary Jane Kelly (actually murdered on Nov. 9th) To make things even more interesting, the illustrators name was “George Wylie Hutchinson”, the reported first and last name of the last man who claimed to have seen the last canonical victim alive.
8. The Doctor who investigated the Whitechapel murders and the Thames torso murders, Doctor Thomas Bond committed suicide on June 6th 1901 by jumping out of a 3rd floor window. “At 7am, on the morning of Thursday June 6th 1901, the nurse had left the room for a brief moment. Seizing his opportunity Dr Bond had leapt from his bed, clad only in his nightshirt, and had thrown himself from the third floor window. He fell 50 feet, hitting the pavement below headfirst.”
9. There was a blotched double event that occurred on August 30th/31st. Before attacking and murdering Mary Ann “Polly” Nichols, the killer also attacked one Margaret Mallows (Or “Malhous”) but was unsuccessful in killing her.

What if the Best Picture went to the film of that year with the highest Metascore (excluding documentaries, re-releases and concert films)?
1927: Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans
1929: The Cocoanuts
1930: All Quiet on the Western Front
1931: City Lights
1932: Scarface
1933: Duck Soup
1934: It Happened One Night
1935: Bride of Frankenstein
1936: Swing Time
1937: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
1938: The Lady Vanishes
1939: The Rules of the Game
1940: Pinocchio
1941: Citizen Kane
1942: Casablanca
1943: Shadow of a Doubt
1944: Double Indemnity
1945: Children of Paradise
1946: Notorious
1947: Miracle on 34th Street
1948: The Treasure of the Sierra Madre
1949: The Third Man
1950: Rashomon
1951: A Streetcar Named Desire
1952: Singin’ in the Rain
1953: Tokyo Story
1954: Rear Window
1955: The Night of the Hunter
1956: The Searchers
1957: 12 Angry Men
1958: Vertigo
1959: Some Like It Hot
1960: Psycho
1961: Yojimbo
1962: Jules and Jim
1963: The Servant
1964: Dr. Strangelove
1965: Alphaville
1966: Au Hasard Balthazar
1967: Playtime
1968: Rosemary's Baby
1969: Army of Shadows
1970: The Conformist
1971: The French Connection
1972: The Godfather
1973: American Graffiti
1974: Chinatown
1975: Nashville
1976: Taxi Driver
1977: Annie Hall
1978: Killer of Sheep
1979: Apocalypse Now
1980: Raging Bull
1981: Blow Out
1982: E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial
1983: The Right Stuff
1984: This Is Spinal Tap
1985: Ran
1986: Platoon
1987: Au revoir les enfants
1988: Grave of the Fireflies
1989: My Left Foot: The Story of Christy Brown
1990: Reversal of Fortune
1991: Beauty and the Beast
1992: The Crying Game
1993: Schindler's List
1994: Three Colors: Red
1995: Toy Story
1996: Secrets & Lies
1997: L.A. Confidential
1998: After Life
1999: Beau Travail
2000: Yi Yi
2001: Spirited Away
2002: Bloody Sunday
2003: The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
2004: Sideways
2005: L'enfant
2006: Pan’s Labyrinth
2007: 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days
2008: The Hurt Locker
2009: Up
2010: The Social Network
2011: A Separation
2012: Amour
2013: 12 Years a Slave
2014: Boyhood
2015: Carol
2016: Moonlight
2017: Dunkirk
2018: Roma
2019: Parasite
2020: Quo Vadis, Aida?
2021: Petite Maman
2022: Aftersun
2023: Here

The streets buzzed with an uneasy anticipation as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the graffiti-streaked walls. In a secluded alleyway, hidden from prying eyes, the core members of Los Reyes del Barrio gathered in a solemn circle. Tonight was a night of significance; a new member was to be initiated into their ranks.
His name was Antonio, but after tonight, he would be known as Sad Boy. He stood at the center of the circle, his eyes reflecting a mix of determination and trepidation. The gang’s leader in El Jefe's absence, El Chacal, stepped forward, his presence commanding the attention of everyone present.
"Antonio," El Chacal began, his voice carrying the weight of authority, "to become one of us, you must prove your loyalty and strength. This is your rite of passage."
Antonio nodded, understanding the gravity of the moment. He had grown up in the barrio, watching Los Reyes del Barrio from a distance, always yearning to be a part of something larger than himself. He knew this initiation was not just a test of physical endurance, but a baptism by fire that would earn him respect and brotherhood.
With a signal from El Chacal, the circle tightened around Antonio. The first to step forward was Lobo Feroz, his eyes gleaming with a mix of camaraderie and challenge. Without warning, he threw a punch, catching Antonio in the ribs. The impact was sharp, but Antonio stood firm, gritting his teeth against the pain.
Next came Manos Sucias, his movements swift and precise. A flurry of blows rained down on Antonio, testing his resolve. He staggered but refused to fall, drawing strength from the years of hardship and struggle that had shaped him.
As each member took their turn, Antonio’s body bore the marks of their initiation, but his spirit remained unbroken. Finally, it was El Fantasma's turn. Known for his elusive tactics, El Fantasma struck with a calculated precision, aiming to push Antonio to his limits. Antonio wavered, but with a fierce determination, he stayed on his feet.
The final test came from El Chacal himself. He approached Antonio, his gaze piercing. "This is your last chance to walk away," he said, his voice a low growl. Antonio, battered and bruised, lifted his chin defiantly.
"I'm not walking away," Antonio replied, his voice steady. "I'm here to stay."
With a nod of approval, El Chacal delivered a final, bone-crunching blow that sent Antonio to the ground. But even as he fell, Antonio’s eyes never lost their fire. The members of Los Reyes del Barrio watched in silence, their respect for the young initiate growing with each second.
El Chacal extended a hand, pulling Antonio to his feet. "Welcome to Los Reyes del Barrio, Sad Boy," he said, a rare smile touching his lips.
The circle broke, and the members clapped Sad Boy on the back, their acceptance palpable. He had proven his worth, enduring the pain and emerging stronger. As the night deepened, the gang gathered around a flickering fire, their spirits high despite the looming threat from Los Guerreros del Sol.
Sad Boy looked around at his new brothers, feeling a profound sense of belonging. He was no longer just Antonio from the barrio; he was Sad Boy, a member of Los Reyes del Barrio, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
The initiation was complete, but the battle for survival was just beginning. The rivalry with Los Guerreros del Sol hung over them like a dark cloud, promising more violence and bloodshed. But for now, in this moment of unity, Sad Boy felt invincible.

Arsenic sits atop a building writing in his journal. it's been 600 years since the fall of civilization the military fell apart within the week everyone deserted wanting to protect their families the ones that did stay were overrun. Zombies arose from the ground and tore people apart, eating them alive but when the dead were done with their feast their food would rise and join the army of the undead . But it wasn’t just them after a couple years the other ones came, the fast ones, the strong ones … the smart ones there the ones you have to worry about. But anyway, I'm rambling. It’s day 219,178 of looking for you. I have a lead, but I just hope it's not another fake just to get my money. I will find you Judy, I love you.
Arsenic stands up walks over to the ledge of the building, rips the page out and throws it into the wind. As the note blows away he turns to gather his belongings throwing his pack over his tall slim frame, Arsenic wears a green hoodie with a black T-shirt under it and a gas mask to hide his face, he never shows his face.
Arsenic finishes gathering his things and makes his way down the cold spiral staircase, he reads the title on each spine as he walks through the isles of books finally landing on one “Dune” a book Judy would read on repeat. he grabs it of the shelf and flips through the first couple pages then slip it into his bag “I will give this to you when I find you” he says, walks out the store and starts on his way out the city.
Nyx, a short thin graffiti artist is in a dark wet alleyway spray painting the wall, as he listens to his music through the “Dark City Radio” he paints a zombie skateboarding through a sea of rainbow water. Nyx dances around kicking trash and bottles around and singing, paying no mind to the zombies walking past him, the dead walk around him not going after or trying to eat him. This is because Nyx is undead, but he is not brain dead. He wears a spray paint mask, face paint and a gray hoodie so people won't know, as he works the paint spirals and bends around his hand before landing on his piece.
Nyx finishes his art and leaves the alley walking through the streets dancing and looking for his next canvas, every zombie he passes naturally started following him and he knew of them so the moment a large group of undead not only didn’t join his parade but started drawing some of his entourage he was curious. Nyx paused his music and walked over to the group cautiously and said “Hello?” he waited a few seconds then a deep gritty voice cut through the dead “Another one, eh?” the voice yells out.
“Oh, you can speak” Nyx replies “My name is Nyx I'm intelligent too, do you wa-”.
Nyx is cut off by the voice “Kill him” in a strong commanding tone, Nyx is caught off guard so before he can react three zombies wearing full intact clothing blasts out the group and sprints at Nyx at inhuman speeds. Nyx quickly reaches to his waist grabbing his silenced pistol and a can of blue spray paint he sprays the ground in front of him and right before the three undead reach him the paint explodes blasting Nyx backwards and making a massive cloud of blue smoke then he shoots three shots into the smoke. Nyx turns around and starts to run with each step making controlled blue explosions on his feet making his speed beyond his pursuers, but they still keep within eyesight.
Nyx continuing ahead running but sees a horde ahead of him but he didn't care and blasted through them but they didn't ignore him they started to grab him and trying to eat him, Nyx was shocked but soon realized this horde was also controlled by whoever was talking and his shock gave his pursuers time to catch up he managed to escape the zombies who were grabbing him but the horde continued chasing him for miles.
Out of an alleyway Max appears wearing armor made out of scrap metal, his time as a bounty hunter shows in his large buff build. Max walks up to a fortified building, bars of every window and two guards standing at the front gate.
“Sir this is a restricted area” the first guard says.
“I have information that says one of my targets are in this jail” Max replies “He goes by Arsenic, but his real name is unknown”.
“We cannot disclose information concerning our inmates or supposed inmates” the second guard states.
“Now get out of here or you will be detained”.
“I'm not leaving without knowing if Arsenic is here or not, now step aside and let me in” Max says sternly.
“Alright sir, you are under arrest for failure to comply with Empire law” the guards walk towards him with handcuffs and weapons drawn.
Before they can react, a hole appears in both their chests and Max is holding his hand cannon smoke billowing out the barrel. The guards fall to the ground a pool of blood forming around their lifeless body, the other guards in the watchtowers started firing on Max, he zigzagged, dodged, and weaved through the bullet then body slammed the door breaking the lock and made it to the building. Any person he saw as he ran through the halls would get a hole through there chest, he made it to the warden's office and walked in to see the warden, a fat old man sitting at his desk drinking coffee.
“What is the meaning of this?” the warden says with fear in the back of his throat.
Max locks the door behind him as he walks up to the warden's desk and slam his serrated stop sign axe in front of him, Max grabs the mug out of the warden's hand, takes a sip then throws it against a wall piece of glass flying everywhere “Disgusting” Max says.
“Who are you and what are you doing in my office?” the warden says with dismay, crumbs falling from his fat lips as he talks.
Max takes of his helmet and puts it down on the desk showing his short black hair and green eyes “You know most people never even taste coffee in their entire lives” Max says as he walks around the desk picking up and dumping out the warden's trash can “Yet you throw away a half-eaten sandwich or this cookie once you’ve had five peoples fill”. Max grabs the sandwich and starts eating it.
“That was in the trash you animal”.
“I haven’t eaten in two days, but it looks like you had enough food for those two days in one sitting, all your empire officials do is sit on your ass and eat the food you promised your citizens”. Max retorts.
“I-”.
“Shut up” Max interrupts him “There are children who get to eat once a week than have to turn around and fight some random man who wants to steal the little food they have, these same people are the people you promised the food you're shoving down your throat, now get up and fight”.
“Please just don’t kil-”.
“Get…up” Max says in a calm yet mad voice.
The warden slowly stands up using his desk support once he's up he stumbles and almost falls over, he puts up his hands and gets ready to fight, Max can see the fear in his eyes. Max takes off his gauntlets walks up to the warden a punches him in the nose, blood blasts out his nostrils, the warden tried swinging back but Max just slaps his hand away than continued to punch him, Max doesn't stop, he punches him over and over and over and over again, guards are banging on the door but Max keeps going, by the time Max stops the warden is just a bloody pile of the floor.
Max gets up wiping the blood off his hands, he walks over, opens the desk drawer and looks through the papers until he sees the name “Arsenic” on one of the folders he picks it up and flips through the papers.
“He was here” he says after reading the folder “But he escaped a few days ago” Max throws the folder down and gets, grabs his equipment and walks up to the door, he unlocks it and all the guards pile through the door Max swings his stop sign axe at them slicing the first three in half, he continues to slash through the guards, blood and organs flying everywhere. After they all were dead, he stood there the entire hallway covered in blood, Max caught his breath then put his axe on his back and walked out the prison.
Max sets out to find Arsenic knowing he couldn't have gone far.

Previous part: 8.
Three candle lanterns, two gardening hats, and two potted flowers...
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Okay, first, what does any of this stuff have to do with Vanny, and why are they significant in the first place?
Well, there are two exact reasons why they are significant. The first is because they are out of place in this Log Ride scene depicting being onboard a train that is being robbed. The second reason and the most important is that these objects on the seats are not cardboard cutouts.
I didn't mention this above, but when you first enter this train scene, on your right and left, is a cardboard cutout of a brown handbag on top of a blue suitcase. If haven't seen this before, then I don't blame you as you literally only have two seconds to look at them before you're already past them.
Luckily, I have the power to pause things and use my unique skill of observation to spot these things. Anyway, what this tells me, is that objects that belong in this scene should be cutouts, not real things.
Due note, however, that certain objects, like the two buckets that can be seen here, could have an explanation for them being here as there is a water ride or they could be props like the various things in that starting area.
Right away we can remove the lanterns and the potted flowers as belonging here as they don't have anyway explanations for being on the train. But what about the hat?
I know I said it was a gardening hat but it could honestly be a random cowboy hat prop for the scene. Plus, why would Vanny bring two separate gardening hats or even bother to bring one when she's already inside a building. So then cowboy hat props it is then until someone rips the models out of the game to get a better look at them.
But even then, some garden hats do look very similar to cowboy hats and vice-versa.
So then that brings us back to the candle lanterns and the potted flowers. Now, the candle lanterns may seem like they fit the scene, but why would trains have lanterns on the seats and not hanging on the walls to provide light? They wouldn't. Someone had placed them there.
And while the lanterns themselves aren't a giveaway to Vanny's presence here, we know from the spray cans in Roxy Raceway pt 2 that she does, in fact, use them while in the ruined Pizzaplex.
But even with that, I can't exactly prove that she, specifically, is the one that is that placed all these candle lanterns around in Ruin or Help Wanted 2. Yet, if there's one thing these lanterns can, in fact, prove, is that Jeremy is physically in the Foxy Log Ride area in between Glamrock Salon and Roxy Raceway.
Because these lanterns only showed up by the time of Ruin. This means that someone had moved the lanterns here after Security Breach, which means that some parts of the area were too dark to navigate, thus requiring the lanterns which would only be a thing if the majority of the Pizzaplex's electrical system was ruined.
And since someone placed an object here that wasn't here before and has nothing to do with the train robbery scene or Log Ride itself, it means that the lantern is not a digital object made by the AR world but a real-world object which in turn means that Jeremy is in the real world Foxy Log ride!
Whoo. That makes this evidence numero dos for proof of Jeremy actively going to the different locations within the Pizzaplex. Well, tres actually, but we haven't gotten to Roxy's minigame yet. Fortunately, this one is a bit more solid than the Mixing Room one.
But I think all three pieces of evidence are sufficient enough for me to call it early and say that Jeremy is moving about during Help Wanted 2 instead of just standing in the FNAF6 pizzeria. However, don't expect me to make a "Prove It!" for this soon as I want to gather all the evidence for it that I could possibly find, just like Vanny and her various graffiti, yellow marks, and spray cans in Ruin.
Now we're left with the potted flowers. If I could only take one single object out of this train robbery scene and put it forth as evidence of Vanny's presence in Help Wanted 2, it's this!
Readers with a really good memory would remember in Ruin that I pointed out that Vanny has graffiti flowers in it. I believe I pointed it out twice, once in Superstar Daycare and the other, in Roxy Party Garage.
However, by using Security Breach, we can eliminate Vanny as the one who drew the flowers, next to her graffiti face in Superstar Daycare as they were already painted there before Ruin.
But the painted Roxy Party Garage flowers, on the other hand, can be confirmed to be drawn by Vanny because it's painted with blue paint which is one of the colored Helpy-branded spray cans that was next to her log bench bed in Monty Golf. And even better, Vanny drew the exact species of flowers that are in pots sitting on the train seats!
Also sorry for the low-quality pic, I literally cannot find someone who's not busy shooting at the targets and is looking directly at them. I could enlarge it, but I'll lose some important details of it.
Since I'm not an anthologist and have only the vaguest of background in gardening. We can only rely on prayer and hope that Scott and Co. modeled this flower close enough to the real one that I can find it using Google.
Okay, we got a match! Or matches really, as there are many kinds of yellow flowers for people to sniff. But I've narrowed it down to the three that look the most similar to the flowers in the pots and the ones graffitied.
So the closest in comparison to what we have here in Foxy Log Ride is the Yellow Gerbera Daisy, the Black-Eyed Susan, and of course the Sun Flower, specifically the dwarf Sun Flower. I think we can cross out the Yellow Gerbera Daisy as its disc floret (the black part in the middle of the flower.) is way smaller than the one in the game.
So now it's between, Black-Eyed Susan and the Sun Flower. I gotta say this took me a good while to figure out which of the two was more likely, but I've finally landed on the Black-Eyed Susan as our mysterious flower in a pot.
Mainly due to the size of the flower in the pot in Foxy Log Ride. Sunflowers, even their dwarf versions, are way bigger than the flowers we see here. Plus after some more searching, I've found an exact match of Vanny's flower graffiti in Ruin with a Black-Eyed Susan with the correct number of five petals!
Though Google says the is a vine, not a flower, so maybe this isn't the correct one either. Hmm... Yep, I can't find any alternatives to this vine. I thought that maybe since it looked young that maybe it was some other flower that looks different when it ages, but I can't find anything else that comes close to what we're seeing.
So I'm giving up on searching because I've been at this for way too long. For all I know these flowers could be fake! I've searched for yellow flowers, yellow flowers native to Utah, and even searched for white flowers that look like it, in case I got the colors wrong, and it came back negative.
Wait, hold on. I know I've said that I'm giving up on searching, but after taking a break, I've decided to renew my search through YouTube in case some lesser-known FNAF YouTuber or casual FNAF player may have had a better look at it.
Good thing I did, as I didn't quite get a better quality screenshot of the potted flowers but a different angle of it that showed better details of it. I know it doesn't look any better, but this is a huge help to me as it shows that the flower's disc florets were not black as I thought from the previous pic, but orange. Or yellowish orange, it's still hard to tell completely.
This whole time I was looking for the wrong flower! A huge thank you to Youtuber Bryce Musselman's "Five Nights at Freddy's Help Wanted 2 Quest 3 Captain Foxy Log Ride " video that allowed me to get a better look at the flower.
So now, let's try this again and see if we can find this flower!
Nope, still can't find it. Ugh! I feel like I'm going in circles with no end in sight! And I think I'm still getting something wrong about the flower, even with the new photos. The flowers are actually white, not yellow! It's just the flowers are really pale and the lighting of the training environment is affecting its coloring!
If there's a silver lining about this hunt for the flower, is that I'm giving a lot of these small YouTube channels views and finding some useful videos to help out with this particular deep dive. I've even found some videos that finally show what the hub world looks like with no light! We'll talk about it when we get back to the hub.
Yet even better than that, I've found a stream where Ryetoast had turned the brightness of the game way up!
But still, my search continues as I'm now fully committed to checking every single video covering the Log Ride to find a better look at this flower! Though I actually think I'm starting to run out of videos to check...
Oh my goodness! At last, after 10+ hours of searching, I've found the one video that gives me an almost perfect view of not just one of the flowers in the train but both! And it's from a video that I didn't know could be a thing. Someone had actually made a series of videos playing through the entirety of Help Wanted 2 in 360°, in VR.
I didn't even know you could do that in VR!
Well, VR 360° (Yes, that is the name of their channel), you are now Bonjonsie's first subscribed channel. You all have no idea how much of a stress relief this is, as the VR aspect of Help Wanted 2 has been an absolute pain to deal with when trying to get a better look at the environment through other Youtuber's videos. Especially since practically no one pays attention to it.
But right now, let's focus on finally identifying these flowers as they hopefully might tell us something about anything really. Alright, I've finally narrowed it down to one species of flowers. Anemone of the buttercup family, Ranunculaceae.
No not the sea anemone but the plant anemone, which apparently has different species. But if I had a gun to my head and was told to pick one or else, I would personally choose Piper's Anemone. Not because it looks the closest to the potted flowers in the train but because it's native to Utah.
Yeah, I tried my absolute best in trying to identify this flower, but still haven't landed on something besides a general species of what it might be. So far now, I'm going to hold off on talking about any symbolism or meanings we could get from the flower until someone, or one of you dear readers, can get a better look at that model.
But this doesn't mean these potted flowers can't tell us anything. In fact, what it can tell us is the approximate month that Help Wanted 2 takes place in! Bet you were thinking I couldn't glean anything like that from this, huh?
It was something I hoped to use with the other information gained from the species of the flower. But while I couldn't find that, the fact that these flowers are in full bloom means that we could use the blooming season of flowers in Utah as the general date for this game.
Of course, this only applies to wildflowers so we can't exactly use it for proof of anything as we don't know if Vanny just took these from outside the ruined Pizzaplex or just bought these from the store.
But, the fact that wildflowers can bloom in Utah anytime between March and September and that Cassie looks dressed for Autumn instead of Summer, leads me to believe that both Help Wanted and Ruin take place in September, maybe late September.
To me, this definitely means that the next game is taking place in either November or late November, but again, we can in no way present this as solid proof for anything other than a headcanon.
Now let's finally move on, because I'm sure some of you are wondering, what's the deal with Vanny and flowers?
As I mentioned earlier, Vanny has drawn these exact flowers before in Ruin on the wall in Roxy Party Garage just before you enter Roxy Raceway to deactivate Roxy. This tells us that these specific flowers hold some significance to her in some way.
What significance they might have is a mystery for now, but the reason she drew the flowers has already been known to us as on that same wall, you'll find an interesting word that Vanny decided to doodle on, summer.
What the flowers and the word summer are trying to point us to, is the aspects of Vanessa's character described in the Retro CDs in Security Breach. Notably, CD 1-7139, CD 7-7142, CD 9-7143, and CD 11-7145.
The first Therapist, the one who had been working with Vanessa the longest before Vanessa's infection with Glitchtrap happened and was the first to die, mentions something important about Vanessa's character in CD-1.

• Therapist: Hello Vanessa. How are you feeling today? You look a little tired.
• Therapist: Hmm... Well, it’s been a while since we last spoke. How’s your anxiety been? You did so well with your calming protocols when we first worked together. Are you still using those? Yes? Okay, good. Well, now I understand there’s a new issue. It came on just recently, rather suddenly? Can you tell me about it?

Vanessa's reply when the third Therapist has her take an inkblot test in CD-7.

• Therapist: Here we go. What do you see here?
• Vanessa: A tree house.
• Therapist: Hmm, it does look sort of like a tree house, doesn't it? Do you like tree houses?
• Vanessa: I like to sit outside and read.

This next neat characteristic of Vanessa is actually unsaid by her but instead hinted at by the Therapist in the first line of dialogue while the other is said by Vanessa at the end of CD-9.

• Therapist: What are you doing? Oh, you like those. I do too. They smell so sweet, don't they? Apparently, the janitor on this floor has a garden and has been putting bouquets in the offices here for years. Do you ever grow things? No?
• Vanessa: I work a lot.
• Vanessa: I don't like dark basements.

Leaving the final thing of note about her interests in CD-11.

• Therapist: Good morning Vanessa. Well, I can't blame you for looking out the window instead of listening to me. It's a gorgeous day, isn't it?
• Vanessa: I like the blue sky.
• Therapist: Hmm, so do I. Now, let's see what we can get done on this nice sunny day.

Vanessa likes to be outside, especially under the blue sky, where she likes flowers and to read. These aspects of Vanessa all pop up in the environment of Ruin and now Help Wanted 2 through various graffiti and objects.
For instance, her preference for being outside and flowers can both be seen in the flowers and "summer" graffiti in Roxy Party Garage. Both are painted in blue paint I might add, which helps tie it back to her liking her blue sky.
And now, in Help Wanted 2, we have potted flowers appearing in a completely unrelated area to them, with them being something she personally drew in Ruin. Showing that she personally likes these specific flowers.
Vanessa's preference to read is something seen twice in Ruin that I've pointed out in the previous deep dive. Once in Bonnie Bowl with the open book next to the radio she's using to track Cassie and once in her room in Fazer Blast where she has a stack of Fazbear World History books right next to her make-shift bed.
But what about Vanessa's anxiety? While there's nothing I've seen so far in Ruin or Help Wanted 2 that screams "I have anxiety!", the fact we've seen so much graffiti from Vanny in both games could be an indication of Vanny using that as some sort of Art therapy for relax from Glitchtrap keeping her inside the dark and ruin Pizzaplex and below it.
Oh, and uh, spoiler alert. Vanny is behind the graffiti hints for the dolls in Help Wanted 2. Yeah, I kinda figured that already before I even started this deep dive. I mean it's not hard to discover this when you already know about her graffiti quirk from Ruin and that she's still around. Really you just need to realize that Glitchtrap wouldn't volunteer to give a hint about his vulnerabilities. And that the one who would, destroys him in the secret ending.
But we'll talk more about Vanny's and Glitchtrap's apparent breakup, once we start collecting the memory dolls. Right now, It's finally time I get into Vanny, Vanessa, and my Double-V theory I attempted to put off earlier.
Now as I said before, this theory or idea really, is something I've had since the very last post of my Ruin "Prove It!" series. For those that don't recall or know what that is, it's called "One ending leads to Ruin." And it has to do with me going over every single piece of evidence for and against each ending of Security Breach to finally prove once and for all which ending to that game is canon.
Yet it's in that post, where I finally remember the ending stinger of "To the Rooftop" ending. You know. The ending reveals to us, through Gregory, who's really under the mask of Vanny, Vanessa! However, in a shocking turn of events, the ending stinger shows us Vanessa looking down from the rooftop at Vanessa.
What? How? What's going on?! Is the best way to summarize the FNAF community's feelings regarding this ending now and when SecurityBreach release. And to this day nobody has a satisfying answer to it.
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• The Vanessa on the roof is her spirit/ghost!

We know what ghosts look like in the games. Sure, new era, a new way of depicting things, but disregarding that, Vanessa is in her security guard outfit, which means if she was a ghost then she died while working as the head of security at the Pizzaplex. Something that couldn't have happened because the only reason she has that position is because someone up top brought her to that position because of Glitchtrap's machinations.
Plus Vanessa physically interacts with Gregory and the S.T.A.F.F. bots in Security Breach proving that she's alive.
Now if you're suggesting that's her lingering ghost after she died in the To the Rooftop ending, then it's still easily disprovable by the simple fact that she died from hitting the ground, not from being tackled by Freddy. While our boy Freddy is fast, he's not fast enough to instantly kill someone by running at them.
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• The Vanessa on the ground is a robot!

This one, while absolutely story-breaking to me, does have some merit. While this might've got to do with the overall censoring of the game, there isn't any blood coming from Vanny after she fell from the rooftop.
While I'm not expecting a pool of it, there would be at least some blood coming from her nose or coming from the back of her head, considering that A. She landed on her back and B. head injuries typically bleed a lot more from anywhere else even if it's a minor wound.
But let's ignore that, is there any other evidence that can prove that there's a robot imposter among us? Hmm...
If she were a robot, she would be making loud noises considering that the material needed to make a humanoid robot Vanessa would weigh heavier than the regular human Vanessa, right? Not necessarily, as the Daycare Attendant, who is around Vanessa's height, doesn't make as loud of a sound when moving around like his Glamrock companions.
So it's possible to build a humanoid robot that's as flexible and dexterous as a regular human without it being obvious that the humanoid is, in fact, a robot.
However, having a humanoid robot be Vanny eliminates the need for it to mimic Vanessa's appearance, because, at that point, you can make the robot look like anyone. And there's not a good enough reason for Glitchtrap to have Vanny look like Vanessa when she could look like anyone else he wants.
Vanessa isn't special to Glitchtrap like Jeremy is. At least from what I've seen so far from basically every single game in the new era. Their relationship is one born out of circumstances rather than intention like I theorized Gregory's to be. So there isn't any reason why he would have a robot look like her.
But the final nail in the coffin for this theory is the alternate ending in Security Breach, which provides solid evidence to disprove it more than anything else. Specifically, the Disassemble Vanny ending.
No, it's not because she can or gets "disassembled" in this ending or the fact that she screams from it. It's actually from the ending stinger as the newspaper that shows up at the end of it makes mention of Fazbear Entertainment closing due to health concerns and plans to be coming back next season.
Now, this being the cause of the entire company shutting down is something that only happens in this ending as the other ending that doesn't have to do with something happening to the Pizzaplex or Glitchtrap has the Pizzaplex continue as business as usual.
This tells us that Vanny's disassembly had been bloody enough and that she was human enough to shut down the company temporarily. It also informs us that Vanny is an employee, as only a serious death of an employee within a company building would make a company close down like that as the public and police investigation would force Fazbear Entertainment to seriously reevaluate itself or investigate itself.
But maybe I'm thinking too extreme or worst-case scenario. Maybe Fazbear Entertainment would be able to cover it up before the police or the public were made aware of Vanny's death. Still, some poor human employees would be the ones to unfortunately find what's left of her in the morning, which would prompt Faz Ent to investigate itself.
And like anything "good" company, they'll find nothing wrong. Maybe an overworked employee with mental health issues. That will be fixed as Faz Ent will introduce ways for their employees to focus on their mental health.
So once again we are faced with this after-credits stinger that completely upends everything we knew about Vanessa and her situation with Glitchtrap. Most of the community and theorists choose to ignore this conundrum or dismiss it because it's an alternate non-canon ending and I... completely forgot about it until I was gathering all my evidence for the Burn It ALL Down ending being canon.
I'm sure most are aware of this already, but I haven't done a Security Breach deep-dive before I did Ruin as...

1. The theories around Security Breach didn't provoke me to do an analysis on it to find the true answers as Ruin's did.
2. Security Breach itself kinda soured on me on the franchise as a whole. Not because of the gameplay issue but because of its butcher from top to bottom story. Seriously, after experiencing something with a different franchise where the trailer shows something completely different from what's in the game, I began to detest that, regardless of the reasoning behind it.
3. Security Breach is a big game, if y'all think this deep dive is slow and long then, oh joy, it ain't got nothing on what a Security Breach deep dive would look like.

So, yeah, the To the Rooftop ending after credit's stinger kinda slipped my mind. But now that I've finished my analysis on Ruin and have been getting deeper into Help Wanted 2, I fully believe Vanny = Vanessa, right? Right?
Hahahahaha, nope!
Even with all the evidence I personally brought up above, I don't believe Vanny = Vanessa. And it's all thanks to the To the Rooftop ending that got me thinking differently about it, as before rewatching it, I too fully believed Vanny = Vanessa.
So what, exactly in this ending caused me to change my mind about it? It can't be because they showed two different Vanessas in it, right?
That's exactly why!
Yes, a game's alternate endings can, indeed, show us goofy, shocking, comedic, or flat-out story-breaking events that can be dismissed as some extra content or whimsical what-if scenarios from the Storyteller. But, a Storyteller could also use alternate endings to expand the lore by revealing details that would be hidden if characters had made different choices.
Case in point, and keeping it FNAF related, Sister Location's secret Ennard boss fight. We know for a fact, that this fight didn't happen, and the ending afterward isn't canonical to the Scott era games storyline. Yet, in this very same sequence of non-canon events, it's revealed that monitors are showing hidden cameras in FNAF 4 gameplay nights and the minigame hallway. And that our physic friend Fredbear plushie friend sits on the desk with a radio next to him, suggesting that someone was using Fredbear to talk to Crying Child.
Scott, and FNAF in turn, have shown that the mainline FNAF games use its alternate endings as another way to expand the lore. To feed us with new information about the current situation within a game without expanding the game's scope.
Nowhere does FNAF's alternate endings get more elaborate and intricate, than the Steel Wool era games. Help Wanted's two endings reveal Glitchtrap's ability to possess bodies and his William-ism. Dreadbear doesn't have an ending, but it introduces William's old mask, Vanny, and the construction of the Pizzaplex. Ruin's three endings shed light on Gregory's darker side, the lingering trauma of the Mimic and Glitchtrap related to David's death along with the Scooper machine underground, and the revelation that the Security Mask can connect to the Network underground while hinting at the connection of Vanessa, Gregory, Helpi, and perhaps the missing kids to the network.
But it's Security Breach that is the uncontested king of the alternate endings in the FNAFverse (At least until the new FNAF1 book releases). Not only does each ending reveal something about the story, but in addition to that, putting them together reveals even more than seperated!
I already went through how the Dissaseemble Vanny ending helps provide additional info for the To the Rooftop ending above and even went over how To the Rooftop ending and the others do the same thing for the Burn it ALL Down ending in my final "Prove It!" post.
So just like how Scott once described the games and the Silver Eyes trilogy relation, we should be treating the alternate endings of the games themselves as canon but as a separate continuity.
So the Security Breach endings show what would happen in canon if Gregroy made a different choice in an alternate continuity. Everything up to that choice was/is the same. The rules of the world and lore are the same, and the characters are the same, all that is different, is the choice made.
Basically, what I'm trying to say. Is that this Vanny and Vanessa thing we got thrown in our face by Scott and Steel Wool in the To the Rooftop ending is something not to be dismissed and tossed aside.
So having said that it's about time I give my answer to this interesting and confusing twist that remains without a satisfying answer to it. Which lead me to Double-V. Something, I've been wanting to talk about for a long while. But I also must apologize because I need to speed up the explanation/ "Prove It!" crafting. We really need to get back to Foxy's Log Rid minigame.
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Sorry for the akward cut here, but there's no world where I cut in the middle of what comes next and it reads naturally and flowingly, trust me. I tried my best, but good lord, I just keep finding more stuff! Continue on to Part 8.6!

Since I made two OC's for the other two Fleet inherited techniques I decided to make the third one.
Name: Galen Fleets Age: 22 Grade: Between 1st and Special Grade History: Galen is the youngest sibling of the three fleets' children. Galen is a very unconventional sorcerer, the way he uses his inherited technique is very different from the past users, so for that reason many of the older retired sorcerers of the Fleets family dislike Galen. His older siblings Aurelia and Jade don't mind this behavior though. Galen is very much a free spirit and he goes and does whatever he wants.
Cursed Technique

• Name: Finger Painting
• Type: Inherited
• Description: Galen can cover the index finger on his dominant hand in black cursed energy (Black CE for short). If he writes a word with that cursed energy then whatever was written comes true. The words have to be written on a Canvas and depending on the type of Canvas then different words can be written. Living Canvas (Ex: Humans, Curses, Sorcers) can have action words (Ex: run, stop, cry) and inanimate Canvas (Objects) can have modifying words (Burning, Gigantic, Unbreaking). If the canvas has cursed energy, if the canvas has more cursed energy than Galen, then the words won't work as well as if the canvas has less cursed energy than him. The longer the words take effect on the canvas, the more cursed energy will be drained from Galen. Galen mainly uses this to use his surrounding objects to control the surroundings to his advantage.

Extension Technique

• Action Paint: A basic technique that allows Galen to fire the Black CE from his finger. The CE is fired very fast and has some power behind it, similar to a bullet fired from a handgun. This does not require a lot of CE to use, so the user can use it multiple times. The user could build up the CE to increase the power and speed but the charge-up time is very noticeable.
• Graffiti Explosion: Very similar to how Choso uses Supernova with Blood Manipulation, Galen can separate a portion of black CE from himself and compress it into an extremely dense sphere, and then he can release that built-up pressure to create a CE explosion.
• Hand Paint: Galen can cover his entire hand in Black CE, this "stains" the target when hit with an unarmed attack. This stain will stick to the target's body making it harder to reinforce that certain part of the body where the stain is. This would increase the amount of CE the targets need to properly reinforce the body.
• Oil Spill: By using Oil Spill with the same reasoning as his Maximum technique, Galen can use Oil Spill on the air instead of on a surface. This would allow him to create something similar to a Curtain barrier. Galen would have more control over the size and strength of it though.
• Tattoo: Galen can write a word on a canvas and instead of the word just being on the canvas, the word is now a part of the canvas. When Galen does this the time that the word affects the canvas is now very long. The time could be hours, days, weeks, etc but the longer the time the more CE needed. If the canvas is a living canvas and uses RCE then the word will disappear, or if they cut off that part of the body that has the word on it.
  • Quote: This extension allows Galen to not force the literal meaning of the word but use the word for another meaning. Galen writes a phrase as a Tattoo, the phrase is the chant he uses for his Action Paint extension. This allows him to always the Action Paint extension at 120% output.
• Whiteout: Galen holds his finger with the Black CE on a canvas and they completely cover the canvas with their Black CE. When they are covered in this way, it completely hides the canvas's cursed energy, and sorcerers or cursed spirits will only be able to sense his cursed energy and not the canvas'.
  • Resketch: When Galen uses Whiteout on a cursed spirit the curse can be controlled by the user and act more as a shikigami than a regular curse. Along with controlling the curse, the curse will look completely different than before, they will resemble a small squid shikigami that can shoot black CE, like ink, and have multiple tentacles. The squids float in the air, and in the water, the squids are very fast. Galen can only use this technique on curses that are much weaker than themselves, a rough estimate would be that he can only use this technique on curses that are 3 grades lower than himself.

Maximum Technique

• Living Word: Similar to a barrierless domain, this technique allows Galen to paint on thin air. He creates an ink copy of himself, the copy is sentient and can think for itself, and they have the same personality and characteristics as Galen, but the copy is their own person so any binding vow the original user has does not apply to the copy. The copy knows this cursed technique as well and knows all the extension techniques, but can't use RCT, Maximum Technique, or Domain Expansion. The copy has an amount of cursed energy equal to the amount that Galen used to use this maximum technique. Once the copy has used all of their cursed energy then they vanish.
  • Living Portrait: Instead of creating a copy of himself, Galen could create a copy of another person/creature. He would need more time to paint the copy and the copy would not have access to any powers of who they were based on. In exchange for that, these kinds of copies do not require as much CE and their physical abilities are stronger.

Domain Expansion

• Name: Death Painting
• Appearance: The domain itself looks like an entirely black void with nothing else in it except for Galen, whoever was trapped in the domain, and also a small floating painting canvas that appears next to Galen.
• Ability: On the canvas, Galen can write on it and whatever Galen wrote on the canvas appears on whoever Galen chooses. Galen can also choose to draw a straight line on the canvas, this would make a cut appear on whoever Galen chooses. If someone destroys the canvas, then another one will reappear.

Heavenly Restriction

• Divine Mutilation: From birth, Galen was cursed with a Heavenly Restriction, he lost his left leg from the knee down, right arm from the shoulder, and left eye, and also he lost his ability to use RCE. In exchange for these massive disadvantages he was granted insane CE efficiency, so using his technique is next to nothing for him. One step down from Gojo's CE efficiency.

Prosthetics: In response to Galen's HR, he was given several cursed prosthetics.

• Left Leg: This prosthetic is a shikigami, it attaches to his knee and allows Galen to control it like an extension of his own body. The body of this shikigami is malleable, it can stretch/shrink itself. The shikigami kind of looks like the prosthetic leg that Mirko from MHA has, except it's a living thing. On the back side of the leg where the calf would be there is a large ridge of sharp bones coming out of it.
• Right Arm: This prosthetic is also a shikigami, it attaches to his shoulder and allows Galen to control it like an extension of his own body. The arm looks like a pitch-black regular arm, but at the elbow, the arm can split into two different arms when Galen chooses. Since this shikigami allows Galen to have two dominant right hands, he can use his Black CE on both hands at once.
• Left Eye: This fake glass eye is a cursed tool, it allows Galen to see through it just like a normal eye. The pupil of the eye resembles a pink heart. The cursed technique of this tool allows Galen to see someone through this eye and "lock on" to them. When someone is "locked on" to the eye won't let it out of its sight, no matter how fast it moves the eye will always move to constantly keep it in sight.

Other Techniques

• Black Flash: Galen is pretty capable of performing fairly regular black flashes. He can't perform them on command as much as Yuji but he can regular chain like 3 to 4 in a row if concentrating enough.
• Recoil: This technique allows Galen to reinforce a part of his body like his arm multiple times up to a total of 10 times. When Galen does layer his CE, his CE will become a darker shade. When Galen attacks with his multiple-layer reinforced arm, then depending on how many layers there are, the target of the attack will feel that many amount of impacts. The target will feel the impacts back to back not all at once. This technique could also be used to defend certain parts of the body, with multiple layers of CE reinforcement. Galen is not able to achieve a black flash while using this technique.

I remember watching a music video in Spanish class but I can’t remember the name. Some scenes had moving graffiti with Angel wings and maybe holding a baby? And another was a pulsing heart underground that looked kind of handmade

(All Airtimes E.S.T.)
SAT JUN 01
(1:00AM) Scott Joplin (1977/1h 36m/Biography/Jeremy Kagan)
(3:00AM) The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp (1943/2h 43m/WaMichael Powell)
(6:00AM) The Sun Comes Up (1949/1h 33m/Drama/Richard Thorpe)
(8:00AM) MGM CARTOONS: Barnyard Babies (1935/0h 9m/Animation/Rudolf Ising)
(8:10AM) The Day of Rest (1939/0h 9m/Comedy/Basil Wrangell)
(8:20AM) Glimpses of Florida (1941/0h 9m/Documentary/James A. Fitzpatrick)
(8:30AM) The Last Ride (1944/0h 57m/Crime/D. Ross Lederman)
(9:30AM) Lincoln's Doctor's Dog (1955/0h 30m/Comedy/H.C. Potter)
(10:00AM) POPEYE: The Spinach Roadster (1936/0h 6m/Animation/Dave Fleischer)
(10:07AM) The Falcon and the Co-eds (1944/1h 8m/Mystery/William Clemens)
(11:30AM) Alaska Lifeboat (1956/0h 20m/Documentary/Herbert Morgan)
(12:00PM) The Producers (1967/1h 28m/Comedy/Mel Brooks)
(1:45PM) The Bad Seed (1956/2h 9m/HorroMervyn Le Roy)
(4:15PM) The Boy with Green Hair (1948/1h 22m/Drama/Joseph Losey)
(5:45PM) The Bingo Long Traveling All-Stars And Motor Kings (1976/1h 50m/Comedy/John Badham)
(8:00PM) The Gunfighter (1950/1h 24m/Western/Henry King)
(9:45PM) Gun Crazy (1950/1h 27m/Crime/Joseph H. Lewis)
SUN JUN 02
(12:00AM) Tomorrow Is Another Day (1951/1h 30m/Film-NoiFelix Feist)
(2:00AM) The Remains Of The Day (1993/2h 14m/Drama/James Ivory)
(4:30AM) Cries and Whispers (1972/1h 35m/Drama/Ingmar Bergman)
(6:15AM) The Honeymoon Killers (1969/1h 46m/Crime/Leonard Kastle)
(8:30AM) Cast a Dark Shadow (1955/1h 25m/Suspense/Lewis Gilbert)
(10:00AM) Tomorrow Is Another Day (1951/1h 30m/Film-NoiFelix Feist)
(11:45AM) A Star Is Born (1937/1h 51m/Romance/William A. Wellman)
(1:45PM) Big City (1948/1h 43m/Crime/Norman Taurog)
(3:45PM) Auntie Mame (1958/2h 23m/Comedy/Morton DaCosta)
(6:15PM) Critic's Choice (1963/1h 40m/Comedy/Don Weis)
(8:00PM) American Graffiti (1973/1h 49m/Comedy/George Lucas)
(10:00PM) Peggy Sue Got Married (1986/1h 45m/Comedy/Francis Ford Coppola)
MON JUN 03
(12:00AM) The Cossacks (1928/1h 40m/Drama/George Hill)
(2:00AM) El casado casa quiere (1950/1h 22m/Drama/Gilberto Martínez Solares)
(3:30AM) Los que volvieron (1947/1h 18m/Drama/Alejandro Galindo)
(5:00AM) Everybody's Hobby (1939/0h 54m/Comedy/William McCann)
(6:00AM) The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938/1h 42m/Adventure/Michael Curtiz)
(7:30AM) Quality Street (1937/1h 24m/Comedy/George Stevens)
(8:00AM) A Star Is Born (1954/2h 56m/Musical/George Cukor)
(9:00AM) The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938/1h 42m/Adventure/Michael Curtiz)
(10:45AM) A Star Is Born (1954/2h 56m/Musical/George Cukor)
(1:45PM) Mutiny on the Bounty (1935/2h 12m/Adventure/Frank Lloyd)
(4:00PM) Ben-Hur (1959/3h 32m/Drama/William Wyler)
(8:00PM) Out Of Africa (1985/2h 42m/Romance/Sydney Pollack)
(10:50PM) The Mission (1986/2h 5m/Drama/Roland Joffé)
TUE JUN 04
(1:00AM) Johnny Belinda (1948/1h 42m/Drama/Jean Negulesco)
(2:45AM) Max Steiner: Maestro of Movie Music (2021/2h 0m/Documentary/Diana Friedberg)
(4:45AM) Koyaanisqatsi (1982/1h 27m/Documentary/Godfrey Reggio)
(6:15AM) The Casino Murder Case (1935/1h 23m/Mystery/Edwin L. Marin)
(7:45AM) Fast and Loose (1939/1h 20m/Mystery/Edwin L. Marin)
(9:15AM) No Time for Comedy (1940/1h 33m/Comedy/William Keighley)
(11:00AM) Mourning Becomes Electra (1947/2h 50m/Drama/Dudley Nichols)
(1:45PM) The Feminine Touch (1941/1h 37m/Comedy/Major W. S. Van Dyke II)
(3:30PM) The Women (1939/2h 12m/Comedy/George Cukor)
(6:00PM) The Velvet Touch (1948/1h 37m/Suspense/John Gage)
(8:00PM) Bright Eyes (1934/1h 23m/Comedy/David Butler)
(9:45PM) Moon Over Miami (1941/1h 31m/Musical/Walter Lang)
(11:30PM) The Gang’s All Here (1943/1h 43m/Musical/Busby Berkeley)
WED JUN 05
(1:30AM) Sun Valley Serenade (1941/1h 26m/Musical/H. Bruce Humberstone)
(3:15AM) Duchess of Idaho (1950/1h 38m/Musical/Robert Z. Leonard)
(5:00AM) Thrill of a Romance (1945/1h 45m/Musical/Richard Thorpe)
(7:00AM) Cat People (1942/1h 11m/HorroJacques Tourneur)
(8:15AM) The Picture of Dorian Gray (1945/1h 50m/Drama/Albert Lewin)
(10:15AM) The Scapegoat (1959/1h 32m/Suspense/Robert Hamer)
(12:00PM) Victim (1961/1h 40m/Drama/Basil Dearden)
(1:45PM) Diabolique (1955/1h 47m/Suspense/Henri-georges Clouzot)
(3:45PM) The Last Of Sheila (1973/2h 0h/Mystery/Herbert Ross)
(6:00PM) Strangers on a Train (1951/1h 36m/Suspense/Alfred Hitchcock)
(8:00PM) Stagecoach (1939/1h 36m/Western/John Ford)
(10:00PM) The Searchers (1956/1h 59m/Western/John Ford)
THU JUN 06
(2:30AM) Sergeant Rutledge (1960/1h 51m/Western/John Ford)
(4:30AM) Journey to Italy (1954/1h 24m/Drama/Roberto Rossellini)
(6:00AM) Code Name: Emerald (1985/1h 33m/WaJonathan Sanger)
(8:00AM) The Americanization of Emily (1964/1h 57m/WaArthur Hiller)
(10:00AM) George Stevens: A Filmmaker's Journey (1984/1h 50m/Documentary/George Stevens, Jr.)
(12:00PM) 36 Hours (1964/1h 55m/WaGeorge Seaton)
(5:30PM) George Stevens: D-Day to Berlin (1994/0h 50m/Documentary/George Stevens, Jr.)
(6:30PM) Overlord (1975/1h 25m/WaStuart Cooper)
(11:00PM) The Longest Day (1962/3h 0m/WaKen Annakin)
FRI JUN 07
(2:15AM) Eye of the Needle (1981/1h 51/Suspense/Richard Marquand)
(4:15AM) I See A Dark Stranger (1946/1h 52m/Suspense/Frank Launder)
(6:15AM) Hamlet (1948/2h 35m/Drama/Laurence Olivier)
(9:00AM) Sherlock Jr. (1924/0h 51m/Silent/Buster Keaton)
(10:00AM) City Lights (1931/1h 27m/Silent/Charles Chaplin)
(11:45AM) Confidential Report (1955/1h 39m/Suspense/Orson Welles)
(1:45PM) Bananas (1971/1h 21m/Comedy/Woody Allen)
(3:30PM) Invitation to the Dance (1956/1h 33m/Musical/Gene Kelly)
(5:30PM) Yentl (1983/2h 14m/Musical/Barbra Streisand)
(8:00PM) Lincoln (2012/2h 29m/Drama/Steven Spielberg)
(10:45PM) In the Name of the Father (1993/2h 7m/Biography/Terry George)
SAT JUN 08
TBD
(3:15AM) My Beautiful Laundrette (1985/1h 37m/Comedy/Stephen Frears)
(5:00AM) Central Park (1932/0h 58m/Comedy/John G. Adolfi)
(6:00AM) Sunday in New York (1963/1h 45m/Comedy/Peter Tewksbury)
(8:00AM) MGM CARTOONS: The Chump Champ (1950/0h 7m/Animation/Fred “Tex” Avery)
(8:08AM) Dirt Track Racing (1957/0h 8m/Short/Heinz Scheiderbauer)
(8:17AM) In the Valley of the Rhine (1953/8m/Short/?)
(8:26AM) Alcatraz Island (1937/1h 1m/Crime/William McGann)
(9:30AM) The Silent Partner (1955/0h 26m/Comedy/George Marshall)
(10:00AM) POPEYE: I'm in the Army Now (1933/0h 6m/Animation/Dave Fleischer)
(10:08AM) The Falcon Out West (1944/1h 4m/Mystery/William Clemens)
(11:30AM) The Flag of Humanity (1940/0h 19m/Short/Jean Negulesco)
(12:00PM) In Caliente (1935/1h 24m/Musical/Lloyd Bacon)
(1:45PM) Tension at Table Rock (1956/1h 33m/Western/Charles Marquis Warren)
(3:30PM) Angel Face (1953/1h 31m/Crime/Otto Preminger)
(5:15PM) Battle Cry (1955/2h 29m/WaRaoul Walsh)
(8:00PM) A Matter of Life and Death (1947/1h 44m/Romance/Michael Powell)
(10:00PM) Wings of Desire (1987/2h 8m/Drama/Wim Wenders)
SUN JUN 09
(12:15AM) No Abras Nunca Esa Puerta (Never Open That Door) (1952/1h 25m/Film-NoiCarlos Hugo Christensen)
(2:00AM) Si muero antes de Despertar (If I Should Die Before I Wake) (1952/1h 13m/Film-NoiCarlos Hugo Christensen)
(3:45AM) Platoon (1986/2h 0h/WaOliver Stone)
(6:00AM) Nancy Goes to Rio (1950/1h 39m/Musical/Robert Z. Leonard)
(7:45AM) Holiday in Mexico (1946/2h 7m/Musical/George Sidney)
(10:00AM) No Abras Nunca Esa Puerta (Never Open That Door) (1952/1h 25m/Film-NoiCarlos Hugo Christensen)
(11:45AM) Si muero antes de Despertar (If I Should Die Before I Wake) (1952/1h 13m/Film-NoiCarlos Hugo Christensen)
(1:30PM) Fanny (1961/2h 13m/Romance/Joshua Logan)
(3:45PM) Rome Adventure (1962/1h 59m/Romance/Delmer Daves)
(6:00PM) Designing Woman (1957/1h 58m/Comedy/Vincente Minnelli)
(8:00PM) The Lost Weekend (1945/1h 41m/Drama/Billy Wilder)
(10:00PM) Alias Nick Beal (1949/1h 33m/Suspense/John Farrow)
MON JUN 10
(12:00AM) Our Modern Maidens (1929/1h 15m/Comedy/Jack Conway)
(2:00AM) Coup De Grace (1976/1h 35m/Drama/Volker Schlöndorff)
(4:00AM) The Night Porter (1974/1h 55m/Drama/Liliana Cavani)
(6:00AM) The Jolson Story (1946/2h 8m/Musical/Alfred E. Green)
(8:15AM) Above and Beyond (1952/2h 2m/Drama/Melvin Frank)
(10:30AM) Buck Privates (1941/1h 24m/Comedy/Arthur Lubin)
(12:00PM) Irma La Douce (1963/2h 22m/Comedy/Billy Wilder)
(2:30PM) Days of Wine and Roses (1962/1h 57m/Drama/Blake Edwards)
(4:30PM) La Strada (1954/1h 55m/Drama/Federico Fellini)
(6:30PM) Laura (1944/1h 28m/Film-NoiOtto Preminger)
(8:00PM) Psycho (1960/1h 49m/HorroAlfred Hitchcock)
TBD
TUE JUN 11
TBD
(4:45AM) The Luzhin Defence (2000/1h 46m/Adaptation/Marleen Gorris)
(6:45AM) The Amazing Dr. Clitterhouse (1938/1h 27m/Crime/Anatole Litvak)
(8:30AM) Confessions of a Nazi Spy (1939/1h 50m/Suspense/Anatole Litvak)
(10:30AM) All This, and Heaven Too (1940/2h 23m/Romance/Anatole Litvak)
(1:00PM) Out Of The Fog (1941/1h 33m/Crime/Anatole Litvak)
(2:30PM) Blues in the Night (1941/1h 28m/Drama/Anatole Litvak)
(4:00PM) The Long Night (1947/1h 37m/Crime/Anatole Litvak)
(5:45PM) The Journey (1959/2h 3m/Drama/Anatole Litvak)
(8:00PM) Blood and Sand (1941/2h 3m/Drama/Rouben Mamoulian)
(10:15PM) Forever Amber (1947/2h 20m/Drama/Otto Preminger)
WED JUN 12
(12:45AM) Broken Lance (1954/1h 36m/Western/Edward Dmytryk)
(2:30AM) Spartacus (1960/3h 2m/Drama/Stanley Kubrick)
(6:00AM) MGM Parade Show #13 (1955/0h 25m/Documentary/?)
(6:30AM) Way Back Home (1932/1h 21m/Drama/William Seiter)
(8:00AM) Street Scene (1931/1h 20m/Drama/King Vidor)
(9:30AM) Stranger on the Third Floor (1940/1h 4m/Crime/Boris Ingster)
(11:00AM) Lightning Strikes Twice (1951/1h 31m/Crime/King Vidor)
(12:45PM) The Night of the Hunter (1955/1h 33m/Suspense/Charles Laughton)
(2:30PM) Look in Any Window (1961/1h 27m/Drama/William Alland)
(4:00PM) Rear Window (1954/1h 52m/Suspense/Alfred Hitchcock)
(6:00PM) Night Watch (1973/1h 45m/Suspense/Brian G. Hutton)
(8:00PM) Topper (1937/1h 37m/Comedy/Norman Z. Mcleod)
(9:45PM) Topper Takes a Trip (1939/1h 25m/Comedy/Norman Z. Mcleod)
(11:15PM) Topper Returns (1941/1h 25m/Comedy/Roy Del Ruth)
THU JUN 13
(1:00AM) Arsene Lupin (1932/1h 24m/Comedy/Jack Conway)
(2:30AM) Arsene Lupin Returns (1938/1h 22m/Mystery/Geo. Fitzmaurice)
(3:15AM) The Bride Wore Red (1937/1h 43m/Romance/Dorothy Arzner)
(5:00AM) The Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Story (1950/0h 56m/Documentary/Herman Hoffman)
(6:00AM) The Great American Pastime (1956/1h 29m/Comedy/Herman Hoffman)
(7:30AM) Ladies' Day (1943/1h 2m/Comedy/Leslie Goodwins)
(8:45AM) Death on the Diamond (1934/1h 12m/Suspense/Edward Sedgwick)
(10:00AM) Fireman Save My Child (1932/1h 7m/Comedy/Lloyd Bacon)
(11:30AM) Alibi Ike (1935/1h 13m/Comedy/Ray Enright)
(1:00PM) Speedy (1928/1h 25m/Silent/Ted Wilde)
(2:30PM) The Babe Ruth Story (1948/1h 46m/Drama/Roy Del Ruth)
(4:30PM) The Jackie Robinson Story (1950/1h 16m/Drama/Alfred E. Green)
(6:00PM) The Stratton Story (1949/1h 46m/Drama/Sam Wood)
TBD
(10:00PM) Billy Elliot (2000/1h 51m/Comedy/Stephen Daldry)
FRI JUN 14
(12:00AM) The Band's Visit (2007/1h 26m/Comedy/Eran Kolirin)
(2:00AM) Some Like It Hot (1959/2h/Comedy/Billy Wilder)
(4:15AM) An American in Paris (1951/1h 53m/Musical/Vincente Minnelli)
(6:15AM) Callaway Went Thataway (1951/1h 21m/Western/Norman Panama)
(7:45AM) Invitation (1952/1h 24m/Romance/Gottfried Reinhardt)
(9:15AM) Till the End of Time (1946/1h 45m/Drama/Edward Dmytryk)
(11:15AM) Trial (1955/1h 45m/Drama/Mark Robson)
(1:15PM) Susan Slade (1961/1h 56m/Romance/Delmer Daves)
(3:15PM) A Summer Place (1959/2h 10m/Drama/Delmer Daves)
(5:30PM) Friendly Persuasion (1956/2h 17m/Drama/William Wyler)
(8:00PM) The Chalk Garden (1964/1h 46m/Drama/Ronald Neame)
(10:15PM) Gambit (1967/1h 49m/Crime/Ronald Neame)
SAT JUN 15
(12:15AM) The Odessa File (1974/2h 8m/WaRonald Neame)
(2:30AM) Tunes of Glory (1960/1h 45m/WaRonald Neame)
(4:30AM) The Seventh Sin (1957/1h 34m/Romance/Ronald Neame)
(6:15AM) Saturday's Children (1940/1h 42m/Drama/Vincent Sherman)
(8:00AM) The Discontented Canary (1934/0h 8m/Animation/Rudolf Ising)
(8:09AM) Fine Feathers (1933/8m/Short/Jules White)
(8:18AM) Cherry Blossom Time in Japan (1936/0h 8m/Short/?)
(8:27AM) Bodyguard (1948/1h 2m/Suspense/Richard O. Fleischer)
(9:30AM) The Titanic Incident (1955/0h 30m/Drama/Ted Tetzlaff)
(10:00AM) POPEYE: The Paneless Window Washer (1933/0h 6m/Animation/Dave Fleischer)
(10:07AM) The Falcon in Mexico (1944/1h 10m/Mystery/William Berke)
(11:30AM) Heart to Heart (1949/0h 21m/Documentary/Gunther Von Fritsch)
(12:00PM) On An Island With You (1948/1h 47m/Musical/Richard Thorpe)
(2:00PM) Lilies of the Field (1963/1h 34m/Comedy/Ralph Nelson)
(3:45PM) The Winning Team (1952/1h 38m/Drama/Lewis Seiler)
(5:30PM) Rio Bravo (1959/2h 21m/Western/Howard Hawks)
(8:00PM) Central Station (1998/1h 55m/Drama/Walter Salles)
(10:00PM) Fruitvale Station (2013/1h 30m/Drama/Ryan Coogler)
SUN JUN 16
(12:00AM) Call Northside 777 (1948/1h 51m/Film-NoiHenry Hathaway)
(2:15AM) Vertigo (1958/2h 8m/Suspense/Alfred Hitchcock)
(4:30AM) I Confess (1953/1h 35m/Drama/Alfred Hitchcock)
(6:15AM) The Entertainer (1960/1h 44m/Drama/Tony Richardson)
(8:00AM) Edward, My Son (1949/1h 52m/Drama/George Cukor)
(10:00AM) Call Northside 777 (1948/1h 51m/Film-NoiHenry Hathaway)
(12:15PM) East of Eden (1955/1h 55m/Drama/Elia Kazan)
(2:30PM) Daughters Courageous (1939/1h 43m/Romance/Michael Curtiz)
(4:30PM) A Family Affair (1936/1h 9m/Comedy/George B. Seitz)
(5:45PM) The Courtship of Eddie's Father (1963/1h 57m/Comedy/Vincente Minnelli)
(8:00PM) Life with Father (1947/1h 58m/Comedy/Michael Curtiz)
(10:15PM) Father of the Bride (1950/1h 33m/Comedy/Vincente Minnelli)
MON JUN 17
(12:00AM) Wolf Lowry (1917/0h 50m/Western/William S. Hart)
(12:00AM) The Bad Buck of Santa Ynez (1915/0h 20m/Western/William S. Hart)
(1:45AM) The Makioka Sisters (1983/2h 20m/Drama/Kon Ichikawa)
(4:15AM) Judex (1963/1h 44m/Crime/Georges Franju)
(6:00AM) Raintree County (1957/3h 7m/Drama/Edward Dmytryk)
(9:15AM) The Mask of Dimitrios (1944/1h 35m/Mystery/Jean Negulesco)
(11:00AM) The Champ (1979/2h 2m/Drama/Franco Zeffirelli)
(1:30PM) Doctor Zhivago (1965/3h 17m/Drama/David Lean)
(5:00PM) The Great Escape (1963/2h 48m/WaJohn Sturges)
(8:00PM) In the Heat of the Night (1967/1h 49m/Mystery/Norman Jewison)
(10:00PM) Superman (1978/2h 23m/Science-Fiction//Richard Donner)
TUE JUN 18
TBD
(3:30AM) Papillon (1973/2h 30m/Adventure/Franklin J. Schaffner)
(6:15AM) Sweet Adeline (1935/1h 27m/Musical/Mervyn Le Roy)
(7:45AM) Sweet Music (1935/1h 35m/Romance/Alfred E. Green)
(9:30AM) Murder, My Sweet (1944/1h 35m/Mystery/Edward Dmytryk)
(11:30AM) Seven Sweethearts (1942/1h 38m/Musical/Frank Borzage)
(1:15PM) Sweet November (1968/1h 54m/Romance/Robert Ellis Miller)
(3:15PM) Sweet Bird of Youth (1962/2h/Drama/Richard Brooks)
(5:30PM) Sweet Charity (1969/2h 29m/Musical/Bob Fosse)
(8:00PM) Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953/1h 31m/Comedy/Howard Hawks)
(10:00PM) All About Eve (1950/2h 18m/Drama/Joseph L. Mankiewicz)
WED JUN 19
(12:30AM) Laura (1944/1h 28m/Film-NoiOtto Preminger)
(2:15AM) The Graduate (1967/1h 45m/Comedy/Mike Nichols)
(4:15AM) The Prisoner of Second Avenue (1974/1h 45m/Comedy/Melvin Frank)
(6:15AM) They Live by Night (1948/1h 35m/Crime/Nicholas Ray)
(8:00AM) A Woman's Secret (1949/1h 25m/Drama/Nicholas Ray)
(9:30AM) Born to Be Bad (1950/1h 34m/Drama/Nicholas Ray)
(11:00AM) Flying Leathernecks (1951/1h 42m/WaNicholas Ray)
(12:45PM) On Dangerous Ground (1952/1h 22m/Film-NoiNicholas Ray)
(2:15PM) The Lusty Men (1952/1h 53m/Drama/Nicholas Ray)
(4:15PM) Rebel Without a Cause (1955/1h 51m/Drama/Nicholas Ray)
(6:15PM) Lightning Over Water (1980/1h 31m/Documentary/Nicholas Ray)
(8:00PM) Car Wash (1976/1h 37m/Comedy/Michael Schultz)
TBD
THU JUN 20
(12:00AM) Super Fly (1972/1h 36m/Crime/Gordon Parks, Jr.)
(1:45AM) Shaft (1971/1h 38m/Crime/Gordon Parks)
(3:30AM) Sparkle (1976/1h 38m/Drama/Sam O'steen)
(5:15AM) MGM Parade Show #13 (1955/0h 25m/Documentary/?)
(6:00AM) I'm From the City (1938/1h 5m/Western/Ben Holmes)
(7:15AM) Henry Goes Arizona (1939/1h 6m/Western/Edwin L. Marin)
(8:30AM) Way Out West (1930/1h 11m/Western/Fred Niblo)
(10:00AM) The Dude Goes West (1948/1h 26m/Comedy/Kurt Neumann)
(11:30AM) Bad Bascomb (1946.1h 52m/Western/S. Sylvan Simon)
(1:30PM) Big Jack (1949)/h 25m/Western/Richard Thorpe)
(3:00PM) Jackass Mail (1942/1h 20m/Western/Norman Z. Mcleod)
(4:30PM) Many Rivers To Cross (1955/1h 32m/Western/Roy Rowland)
(6:15PM) Dirty Dingus Magee (1970/1h 31m/Western/Burt Kennedy)
(8:00PM) Rear Window (1954/1h 52m/Suspense/Alfred Hitchcock)
(10:00PM) The Far Country (1955/1h 37m/Western/Anthony Mann)
FRI JUN 21
(12:00AM) Mr. Hobbs Takes a Vacation (1962/1h 56m/Comedy/Henry Koster)
(2:15AM) The Spirit of St. Louis (1957/2h 18m/Drama/Billy Wilder)
(4:45AM) Malaya (1950/1h 38m/WaRichard Thorpe)
(6:30AM) It Happened on 5th Avenue (1947/1h 55m/Comedy/Roy Del Ruth)
(8:30AM) Black Gold (1947/1h 32m/Drama/Phil Karlson)
(10:15AM) The Phenix City Story (1955/1h 40m/Crime/Phil Karlson)
(12:00PM) Cyclops (1957/1h 15m/HorroBert I. Gordon)
(1:15PM) Bitter Creek (1954/1h 14m/Western/Thomas Carr)
(2:30PM) I Was an American Spy (1951/1h 25m/WaLesley Selander)
(4:00PM) Love in the Afternoon (1957/2h 10m/Romance/Billy Wilder)
(6:15PM) The Strangler (1964/1h 29m/HorroBurt Topper)
(8:00PM) Sylvia Scarlett (1935/1h 37m/Romance/George Cukor)
(9:45PM) Gay USA (1977/1h 18m/Documentary/Arthur J. Bressan)
(11:15PM) Torch Song Trilogy (1988/2h 0m/Comedy/Paul Bogart)
SAT JUN 22
(1:30AM) The Queen (1968/1h 08m/Documentary/Frank Simon)
(2:45AM) The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant (1972/1h 59m/Drama/Rainer Werner Fassbinder)
(5:00AM) The Blue Angel (1930/1h 44m/Drama/Josef Von Sternberg)
(7:00AM) Queen Christina (1933/1h 37m/Romance/Rouben Mamoulian)
(9:00AM) Artistic Temper (1932/0h 17m/Short/Roy Mack)
(9:30AM) Hot Cargo (1956/0h 30m/Drama/Tay Garnett)
(10:00AM) POPEYE: Organ Grinder's Swing (1937/0h 6m/Animation/Dave Fleischer)
(10:07AM) The Falcon in Hollywood (1944/1h 7m/Mystery/Gordon Douglas)
(11:30AM) King for a Day (1934/0h 21m/Comedy/Roy Mack)
(12:00PM) A Chorus Line (1985/1h 53m/Musical/Richard Attenborough)
(2:15PM) The Song of Fame (1934/0h 21m/Short/Joseph Henabery)
(2:15PM) Tip Tap Toe (1932/0h 18m/Short/Alfred J. Goulding)
(3:00PM) Kramer Vs. Kramer (1979/1h 45m/Drama/Robert Benton)
(5:00PM) Out Of Africa (1985/2h 42m/Romance/Sydney Pollack)
(8:00PM) The Go-Between (1971/1h 56m/Drama/Joseph Losey)
(10:15PM) Sunday, Bloody Sunday (1971/1h 50m/Drama/John Schlesinger)
SUN JUN 23
(12:15AM) The Locket (19461h 26m/Film-NoiJohn Brahm)
(2:00AM) The Two Mrs. Carrolls (1947/1h 39m/Suspense/Peter Godfrey)
(4:00AM) Conflict (1945/1h 26m/Suspense/Curtis Bernhardt)
(6:00AM) Sinbad the Sailor (1947/1h 57m/Adventure/Richard Wallace)
(8:15AM) Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1932/1h 30m/HorroRouben Mamoulian)
(10:00AM) The Locket (1946/1h 26m/Film-NoiJohn Brahm)
(11:45AM) Kind Lady (1951/1h 18m/Suspense/John Sturge)
(1:15PM) The Cobweb (1955/2h 4m/Drama/Vincente Minnelli)
(3:30PM) Butterfield 8 (1960/1h 49m/Drama/Daniel Mann)
(5:30PM) Sense and Sensibility (1995/2h 15m/Romance/Ang Lee)
(8:00PM) The Sand Pebbles (1966/3h 13m/WaRobert Wise)
TBD
MON JUN 24
(1:30AM) The Red Lily (1924/1h 21m/Silent/Fred Niblo)
(3:00AM) The Face of Another (1966/2h 1m/Drama/Hiroshi Teshigahara)
(5:15AM) Wedding in Monaco (1956/0h 31m/Documentary/Jean Masson)
(6:00AM) Tom Jones (1963/2h 11m/Comedy/Tony Richardson)
(8:15AM) Watership Down (1978/1h 32m/Adventure/Martin Rosen)
(10:00AM) The Thing from Another World (1951/1h 27m/HorroChristian Nyby)
(11:30AM) A Streetcar Named Desire (1951/2h 2m/Drama/Elia Kazan)
(1:45PM) Cool Hand Luke (1967/2h 9m/Drama/Stuart Rosenberg)
(4:00PM) Avalon (1990/2h 7m/Drama/Barry Levinson)
(6:15PM) Throw Momma From The Train (1987/1h 28m/Comedy/Danny De Vito)
(8:00PM) The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1939/1h 57m/HorroWilliam Dieterle)
(10:15PM) Little Women (1994/1h 55m/Drama/Gillian Armstrong)
TUE JUN 25
(12:30AM) The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964/1h 35m/Musical/Jacques Demy)
(2:15AM) A World Apart (1988/1h 53m/Drama/Chris Menges)
(4:15AM) Glengarry Glen Ross (1992/1h 40m/Drama/James Foley)
(6:00AM) Washington Story (1952/1h 21m/Romance/Robert Pirosh)
(7:30AM) Scene of the Crime (1949/1h 34m/Mystery/Roy Rowland)
:30AM) The Bride Goes Wild (1948/1h 38m/Comedy/Norman Taurog)
(11:30AM) Easy to Love (1953/1h 36m/Musical/Charles Walters)
(1:30PM) Brigadoon (1954/1h 48m/Musical/Vincente Minnelli)
(3:30PM) The Last Time I Saw Paris (1954/1h 56m/Drama/Richard Brooks)
(5:45PM) The Caine Mutiny (1954/2h 5m/Drama/Edward Dmytryk)
(8:00PM) State Fair (1933/1h 20m/Comedy/Henry King)
(10:00PM) The Model and the Marriage Broker (1951/1h 43m/Comedy/George Cukor)
WED JUN 26
(12:00AM) The Kiss of Death (1947/1h 38m/Crime/Henry Hathaway)
(2:00AM) The Great Santini (1979/1h 55m/Drama/Lewis John Carlino)
(4:00AM) The Outfit (1973/1h 42m/Crime/John Flynn)
(6:00AM) The Story of Mankind (1957/1h 40m/Fantasy/Irwin Allen)
(8:00AM) Three Strangers (1946/1h 32m/Drama/Jean Negulesco)
(9:45AM) Hotel Berlin (1945/1h 38m/Drama/Peter Godfrey)
(11:30AM) They Met In Bombay (1941/1h 26m/Drama/Clarence Brown)
(1:15PM) The Man Who Knew Too Much (1934/1h 24m/Suspense/Alfred Hitchcock)
(2:45PM) The Beast with Five Fingers (1946/1h 28m/Suspense/Robert Florey)
(4:15PM) You'll Find Out (1940/1h 37m/Musical/David Butler)
(6:00PM) M (1931/1h 39m/Suspense/Fritz Lang)
(8:00PM) Moulin Rouge (2001/2h 6m/Drama/Baz Luhrmann)
(10:30PM) The Others (2001/1h 41m/HorroAlendro Amenábar)
THU JUN 27
(12:30AM) To Die For (1995/1h 40m/Drama/Gus Van Sant)
(2:30AM) The Hotel New Hampshire (1984/1h 50m/Drama/Tony Richardson)
(4:30AM) Our Town (1940/1h 30m/Drama/Sam Wood)
(6:00AM) Dracula A.D. 1972 (1972/1h 40m/HorroAlan Gibson)
(7:45AM) The Satanic Rites of Dracula (1973/1h 28m/HorroAlan Gibson)
(9:30AM) It's Alive (1974/1h 30m/HorroLarry Cohen)
(11:15AM) From Beyond the Grave (1973/1h 37m/HorroKevin Connor)
(1:00PM) Equinox (197/1h 21m/HorroMark Thomas McGee)
(2:30PM) The Shout (1978/1h 26m/HorroJerzy Skolimowski)
(4:15PM) Wicked, Wicked (1973/1h 35m/HorroRichard Bare)
(6:00PM) AFI Life Achievement Award: 50th Anniversary Special (2023/?/Documentary/?)
(8:00PM) The 49th AFI Life Achievement Award: A Tribute to Nicole Kidman (2023/?/Documentary/?)
(11:30PM) The 49th AFI Life Achievement Award: A Tribute to Nicole Kidman (2023/?/Documentary/?)
FRI JUN 28
(1:00AM) AFI Life Achievement Award: 50th Anniversary Special (2023/?/Documentary/?)
(3:00AM) VictoVictoria (1982/2h 14m/Musical/Blake Edwards)
(6:00AM) MGM Parade Show #13 (1955/0h 25m/Documentary/?)
(6:30AM) Purple Noon (1961/1h 58m/Crime/René Clément)
(8:45AM) Journey Into Fear (1942/1h 9m/Drama/Norman Foster)
(10:00AM) Looking at Lisbon (1953/0h 8m/Documentary/?)
(10:15AM) The Conspirators (1944/1h 41m/Adventure/Jean Negulesco)
(12:00 PM) To Have and Have Not (1944/1h 40m/Romance/Howard Hawks)
(1:45PM) Glimpses of Austria (1938/0h 9m/Documentary/?)
(2:00PM) The Third Man (1949/1h 33m/Suspense/Mystery/Carol Reed)
(4:00PM) Glimpses of Western Germany (1954/0h 8m/Documentary/James A. Fitzpatrick)
(4:15PM) Berlin Express (1948/1h 26m/Suspense/Jacques Tourneur)
(6:00PM) Glimpses of Morocco and Algiers (1951/0h 8m/Documentary/?)
(6:15PM) Casablanca (1942/1h 42m/Romance/Michael Curtiz)
(8:00PM) Caged (1950/1h 36m/Drama/John Cromwell)
(10:00PM) Happy Together (1997/1h 37m/Drama/Wong Kar Wai)
SAT JUN 29
(12:00AM) Brokeback Mountain (2005)2h 14m/Drama/Ang Lee)
(2:30AM) Some of My Best Friends Are... (1971/1h 40m/Drama/Mervyn Nelson)
(4:30AM) Desert Hearts (1985/1h 31m/Drama/Donna Deitch)
(6:15AM) A Taste of Honey (1961/1h 40m/Drama/Tony Richardson)
(9:00AM) The Golden Equator (1956/0h 17m/Documentary/Hamilton Wright)
(9:30AM) It's Always Sunday (1956/0h 30m/Comedy/Allan Dwan)
(10:00AM) POPEYE: My Artistical Temperature (1933/0h 5m/Animation/Dave Fleischer)
(10:07AM) The Falcon In San Francisco (1945/1h 6m/Mystery/Joseph H. Lewis)
(11:30AM) Movie-Mania (1937/0h 21m/Short/Joseph Henabery)
(12:00PM) Funny Girl (1968/2h 35m/Musical/William Wyler)
(2:45PM) The Long Voyage Home (1940/1h 45m/Drama/John Ford)
(4:45PM) The Narrow Margin (1952/1h 11m/Film-NoiRichard Fleischer)
(6:15PM) The Fastest Gun Alive (1956/1h 32m/Western/Russell Rouse)
(8:00PM) Coming Home (1978/2h 8m/Drama/Hal Ashby)
(10:15PM) The Last Detail (1973/1h 45m/Drama/Hal Ashby)
SUN JUN 30
(12:15AM) No Questions Asked (1951/1h 21m/Film-NoiHarold F. Kress)
(2:00AM) June Bride (1948/1h 37m/Romance/Bretaigne Windust)
(4:00AM) June Night (1940/1h 29m/Drama/Per Lindberg)
(6:00AM) Untamed Youth (1957/1h 20m/Drama/Howard W. Koch)
(7:30AM) Age 13 (1955/0h 26m/Short/Arthur Swerdloff)
(8:15AM) Jailhouse Rock (1957/1h 36m/Musical/Richard Thorpe)
(10:00AM) No Questions Asked (1951/1h 21m/Film-NoiHarold F. Kress)
(11:45AM) Come Fly with Me (1962/1h 49m/Comedy/Henry Levin)
(1:45PM) The Opposite Sex (1956/1h 57m/Musical/David Miller)
(4:00PM) Tootsie (1982/1h 56m/Comedy/Sydney Pollack)
(6:15PM) Girlfriends (1978/1h 26m/Comedy/Claudia Weill)
TBD
(10:15PM) Enemy Mine (1985/1h 52m/Science-Fiction/Wolfgang Petersen)

TW: SUICIDE/BEING SUICIDAL

backstory: i was friends with this guy named ryan on discord. god, we were inseparable (foreshadowing). one day he started saying dumb shit like disliking neopronouns and therians (you may not like them, but just put yourself in my shoes as someone who does support them.). i started getting annoyed with him more. he was suicidal, which i was NOT annoyed by. i was there for him, but some people said that might've been manipulation. especially seeing that he seems to be doing fine? i hope this isn't insensitive, but he is still alive so i'm not sure if he really was suicidal. anyways, the only reason i mention this is because he might've been manipulative in saying he was suicidal and saying he had made "plans" but i helped him go through with those plans just by being there. sounds kinda manipulative but idk. then he did graffiti in a random bathroom. maybe i was being dumb about this. i told him it was bad and he shouldn't have done it. (backstory 2: i occasionally pirate retro games that aren't sold first-hand anymore) and he said that pirating games is also bad. i get that, but also, pirating old games that the creators wont even get money from anymore since they don't sell it isn't really harming them. anyways months later, i was getting more and more annoyed. i dont know why. i guess all that stuff was just piling on. the worst part is, the apologized for the therians and neopronouns. eventually, i ended our friendship, blocked him, we had one final (very short) conversation using the statuses (if u use discord u know what i'm talking about) and said our goodbyes. present day: i regret it. i realized, he was probably a great friend (if he wasn't manipulative which i'm unsure of). i thinking about messaging him again, but i'm not sure. what should i do? 

This is taken from and is copyright protected by globalsoup.net, a website that promotes flash Fiction with annual writing contests.
I am reprinting these Flash Fiction Prompts because they are outstanding ways to freewrite and offer plenty to work with for those who want to learn how to write Flash Fiction.
So check out these prompts and the article and work some of them into your journal! Post the best responses!
100 Awesome Flash Fiction Prompts - Plus Bonus Prompts!
We’ve put together 100 flash fiction prompts, each one designed for a very short story. These prompts will probably be best suited to a story of between 300-1,000 words. If you want to write a longer story using these prompts, you can easily expand these ideas to fit a story of any length.
What is flash fiction?
Flash Fiction is defined as a very short story that can be anywhere from just a couple of words to about a thousand in length. The beauty (and difficulty) of writing flash fiction lies in trying to tell a complete story in so few words. Great flash fiction is succinct, emotive, thought-provoking, and impactful.
What’s the difference between flash fiction and a short story?
The only difference between flash fiction and a typical short story is the word count. However, this scarcity of words means that writing flash fiction can feel like a completely new skill. Just like the short story is a different animal to the novel or novella; flash fiction is kind of unique.
When writing flash, you’ll need to use fewer characters, a simpler plot, and you’ll have to make each word count. This is why editing is so important. You have to be brutal. Cut out everything superfluous and really make sure each and every word is performing an important function in the story. If you’re interested in writing very short fiction, why not check out drabbles? Drabbles are stories of exactly 100 words in length, and they can be a great way to practice keeping your stories very, very short.
How to plot a flash fiction story
When you sit down to write flash fiction, you must begin by choosing an appropriate plot. You cannot simply use a short story plot and tell it using fewer words. A typical flash fiction plot is like looking at one part of a story under a microscope.
For example, let’s look at prompt #21 in our list of 100 Flash Fiction Prompts:

1. Two people on a sinking ship must decide who should take the last seat in the last lifeboat. If you were writing a novel about a sinking ship, you’d probably want the actual sinking to be the climax of the story. Of course, there are infinite ways to write a novel about a sinking ship, but this would structurally be the most obvious. You’d use the first part of the novel to introduce your characters and describe the voyage leading up to the sinking and the sinking of the ship would be the dramatic climax, leaving the last part of the book as the resolution.

The golden rule of writing short stories is to begin as close to end as you can. So, to turn the same story from novel to short story, you’d probably want to begin with the ship sinking. You haven’t got time to introduce the characters before the action begins, so you’d need to feed in exposition and backstory here and there during the events.
All stories need a good climax. So, you would find the most dramatic moment in the story and build up to it. Perhaps your climax would be the two main characters having to decide who will take the remaining seat on the last lifeboat.
Finally, you need a resolution. In a longer short story you do have time to bring in some kind of satisfying resolution at the end.
But, if you’re writing flash fiction and your story is only a few hundred words, you really need to zoom in on one tiny moment in that story.
You don’t have time to tell the entire story of a sinking ship, but you can turn one moment into a story.
We’ve chosen the lifeboat situation as the key moment in this hypothetical story. Two characters must decide which one of them will take the last seat on the last lifeboat. This is an appropriate plot for flash fiction because it’s simple, high-stakes, dramatic, and thought provoking.
Not all flash fiction will have a plot quite this dramatic, but all great flash fiction will have a plot that can be expressed in just one or two sentences.
If you have a plot in mind, but it seems more suitable for a longer story, you can sometimes find several flash fiction plots hidden within it. Just look for little stories within the story, like the lifeboat moment in our hypothetical tale of the sinking ship.
This brings us to our top tip for coming up with ideas for flash fiction stories:
if you’re ever stuck for ideas, you can find little stories within the story in books, movies, and TV shows. A full length feature film might have as many as 20 little incidents in it that could easily be flash fiction.
Don’t directly write a story based on the film, though. Just carefully pick out those little moments, write down what’s happening as a one or two sentence plot, and then use it to inspire your own, completely original flash fiction story.
One of our 100 Flash Fiction Prompts was actually taken from the movie Pulp Fiction!
How to write very short flash fiction
There are several reasons writers might start writing flash fiction. Of course, it could be that they just love and enjoy the form, but sometimes they’ll be a more strategic and practical reason at play.
Perhaps they want to practise the process of writing stories within the confines of a certain word limit. Maybe they are trying to develop a daily writing routine and they don’t have a lot of free time. It could be that they’re trying to break a habit of not finishing writing projects, or perhaps they are entering a flash fiction competition.
Whatever the reason, very often when we sit down to write flash, we must work under an imposed or self-imposed word restraint. We’ve set ourselves (or been set) the task of keeping the story under a particular number of words.
So, how do you plot a flash fiction story when you have to keep your story very, very short.
We’re not going to discuss stories of 100 words or fewer here. Technically, those stories are still flash, however, we prefer to categorise 100 word stories as drabbles and anything under 100 words as micro fiction.
But what if you have to keep your flash fiction story under, let’s say, 300 words? How do you write a flash fiction story that short?
The answer is: get your microscope out again. Remember earlier when we said writing flash fiction is like looking at part of a story under a microscope? If you have to write very short flash fiction, you’ll need to zoom in even further.
Let’s look at a couple of examples from our 100 Flash Fiction Prompts:

1. During a match, a young boxer must decide whether to throw the fight.

If you had 1,000 words to devote to the story, you could have time to tell the story of the entire fight. With only 300 words, it might be better to zoom in on the very moment when the boxer must choose whether or not to go down.
In a longer flash fiction story you might have time to go into detail about why he’s in this situation and why he’s so conflicted. In a 300 word story, you might only devote one or two sentences to his gambling debt and the large sum of money waiting for him if he goes down in the third round, as instructed.

1. A family must decide what to take and what to leave behind as a wildfire approaches their home.

If you had 1,000 words to devote to this story, you might be able to write about the whole process of choosing what to take and what to leave behind. You might be able to mention many different choices and have the whole family participate in the story. You’d be able to go into some details about certain choices and the stories behind individual objects or mementos, as well as the implications of choosing certain things over others.
With only 300 words, it would be advisable to zoom in on one member of the family and to focus on one profound and important choice.
How to write a flash fiction story
Now you have your mini plot, you still need to make sure your flash fiction feels like a complete story. It should still have a beginning, middle, and an end.
Just like a short story, you may need to bring in a little exposition here and there to give texture, context, backstory, and to bring some depth to the characters. But, unlike a short story, you won’t necessarily need to end with a full, detailed resolution. It’s quite common for a flash fiction story to end with a quick twist or plenty of ambiguity.
Flash Fiction is much more about eliciting emotions and provoking thought, than setting up and resolving a complex story.
100 Awesome Flash Fiction Prompts
A young ballet dancer chooses not to tell the other dancers in her troop about a loose paving stone outside their dance studio.
Two sisters realise they’ve both been on a perfect first date … with the same man.
On the car journey home, two parents realise they’ve left their child’s favourite teddy on a park bench several hours away.
A writer suffering from writers’ block looks for inspiration in a strange place.
Set 200 years in the future, a young man realises he’s too emotionally dependent on his robot assistant.
A young woman discovers she’s taken the wrong suitcase home from the airport. The contents of the case make her question her own life choices.
A murderer realises he has only 10 minutes to dispose of a body.
A child decides to walk home by themselves after their parent forgets to pick them up from school … again.
Your protagonist manages to talk the grim reaper out of collecting their soul.
Your protagonist suddenly realises they’ve been living in a simulation.
A young couple has chosen to spend the night in a haunted house to fix their marriage. Your story starts just as things get very weird.
Your protagonist finds a letter they wrote to themselves when they were a teenager.
Your protagonist must decide whether or not to drink from a fountain that erases all painful memories from the mind.
Your protagonist comes across a street called ‘Memory Lane’. They quickly realise the name is eerily apt.
A bride finds out something startling about her future husband an hour before the wedding.
Your protagonist finds an advertisement for a company that promises everlasting youth.
A youngest sibling shows up at a family reunion they weren’t actually invited to.
Your protagonist finds a piece of paper with a spell on it. If they say the words out loud they aren't sure if something terrible or wonderful will happen.
Your protagonist is watching a jazz band play when they realise they know the drummer from somewhere — but where? It takes a whole song for them to figure it out.
Your protagonist must meet their ex for lunch to tell them they’re now engaged. It’s been just a few weeks since they split up.
Two people on a sinking ship must decide who should take the last seat in the last lifeboat.
During a match, a young boxer must decide whether to throw the fight.
Your protagonist must pack their belongings before moving to a new colony on mars.
A pilot realises they have lost control of their aircraft.
Your protagonist doesn’t want to attend their 100th birthday party — and for good reason!
Your protagonist gets stuck in a lift with their ex … 5 minutes after breaking up with them.
A child says goodbye to the fairies in his garden before moving to a new home.
Your protagonist saves someone’s life … and then wishes they hadn’t.
Your protagonist arrives at a blind date. They’ve been set up with someone they actually know a little too well.
Set in a dystopian future in which public displays of affection are banned, your protagonist faces an agonising choice.
An agoraphobic must face their fear in order to save something important.
Your protagonist must make her partner fall out of love with them. Both their lives depend on it.
Your protagonist is hiking with her small children, they come face to face with a grizzly bear and her cubs.
Cinderella and Prince Charming realise they got married too quickly.
A message written in graffiti on a bathroom wall has serious implications for your protagonist.
Your protagonist finds a bag, looks inside, and realises the owner might just be their soulmate.
Your protagonist has been seeing the same stranger everywhere they go for months. They finally decide to confront them.
A couple realise their relationship is over during the trip of a lifetime. They’ve been saving up for the trip for years.
A public debate sees two previously married people letting their private grievances come into their arguments.
Your protagonist plans their escape from a retirement home.
A couple realise their fundamental beliefs are at odds with each other.
An artist develops an obsession with drawing a next-door neighbour.
Your protagonist finds themselves trapped in a cabin with a group of hikers during a heavy snowfall.
An ice skater must face going back on the ice after a dangerous fall.
A couple must decide their plan for New Year’ Eve. They both have secret reasons for their choice.
A family must decide what to take and what to leave behind as a wildfire approaches their home.
Your protagonist is waiting for someone important at the airport. They begin to think that person isn’t going to show up … and then they realise why.
Your protagonist must find their way through a maze. What they find in the middle of the maze is the last thing they were expecting.
An actor waiting in the wings has forgotten his first line.
Your protagonist is wrongly identified as a hero. Do they come clean?
Your protagonist realises their past is catching up with them.
Your protagonist overhears something that has serious implications for them while trying on clothes in a changing room.
Your protagonist is in a costume shop trying to decide what to dress up as for Halloween.
Your protagonist realises they’ve slipped into an alternate dimension.
A surgeon must make an impossible choice on the operating table.
A pregnant journalist interviews the mother of a missing child.
Your protagonist must ask his girlfriend’s father for his blessing, only to discover the father knows his deepest secret.
Your protagonist sees something on social media that will change their life forever.
Two work colleagues realise they’ve been dreaming the same dreams for weeks.
A reluctant daughter comes to terms with having to carry on the family business.
Your protagonist realises she must go on the run.
Two bank robbers disagree on their plan to rob a bank. This leads to a disastrous consequence.
A strange case of deja vous leaves your protagonist convinced of supernatural interference.
A sceptic begins to question their beliefs during a psychic reading.
Your protagonist uncovers a scandal at their workplace.
A hapless cook tries to recreate her late father’s favourite recipes in an effort to feel connected to him.
Your protagonist has a premonition that makes them certain they can’t visit their mother-in-law for Christmas. Now he must convince his husband.
A young backpacker discovers something unexpected in a cave.
An impulsive character and an indecisive character are brought together by chance. They must make an important choice.
Two characters cleaning up after a party discover an object that sheds light on something strange that happened earlier.
Two strangers are trapped together during a blackout.
Your protagonist must take a leap of faith in order to save something important to them.
Your protagonist discovers a huge part of their life has been a lie.
Your protagonist has set up an elaborate way to propose. Inexplicably, everything goes wrong.
Your protagonist must buy a dress for her mother’s funeral.
Your protagonist goes back to her favourite city in the world, only to find it has completely changed.
While stargazing, your protagonist realises the stars are forming secret messages in the sky.
Your protagonist hears a news story on the radio that will mean the world changes forever. However, she seems to be the only person who heard it.
Your protagonist is crossing a frozen lake. They see something under the ice that definitely shouldn’t be there.
A workaholic must come to terms with retirement.
An Olympic athlete must decide whether or not to report their teammate for doping.
A young mother feels isolated from her childless friends.
Your protagonist is about to realise their greatest ambition. Will it be everything they were hoping for?
Onboard a spaceship, a couple prepare to go into stasis for hundreds of years.
Your protagonist has an obsession with thinking about the past.
Set in a post-apocalyptic future, your protagonist meets an unlikely love interest.
Your protagonist visits a place from their childhood and realises their memories of that time might not be accurate at all.
A small child has decided to run away from home. Her parents watch on with amusement as she decides what to put in her backpack.
On a whim, a bus driver decides to radically change his route, much to the chagrin of his passengers.
Dystopian. A couple in love are only allowed to spend time with each other one day a year.
A shapeshifter begins to realise their powers are fading. They must decide what form will be the last one they take before they cannot change again.
The devil visits your protagonist with an offer on her soul.
Your protagonist suddenly has the ability to read minds. There’s only one place they want to go now!
Your very wealthy protagonist has designed a simple test to see who will inherit her estate.
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(before we start, i am on Xbox, I can't use wtlive, also I'm aware no one really cares about this idea, at all, in anyway shape or form, but I wanna give out my ideas! I'm also aware none of these will ever even remotely occur, but I just wanna throw them out here)
This is just a list of cool camo ideas I hope they add, as im really disappointed in the distribution of cool camos in the base game.
Netz 107! What a cool unlockable camo, the first real f16 for Israel, and not only would that be cool enough to have as a camo, the fact it has unique kill markings on the front would certainly be a small, but nice feature to have, Im pretty disappointed that Israeli top tier jets in the base game have no decent camos.
B-17 "squawkin hawk", okay, I'm aware war thunder neglects bombers, but I found a photo on Google of it, and boy is it cool, I did some research, and found out it's pretty important, 50 missions from the bloody 100th!! For this camo I'm talking specifically about the one with all the graffiti on it!.
Speaking of graffiti, that famous F9F, that landed on the wrong carrier, that would be an awesome camo, or at the very least, some camouflaged naval plane that screwed up on the wrong carrier.
F15J shard/muddy camo, youd have to excuse me here, idk the names of either, but there's these two (or more I'm unsure) really cool Japanese F15's, one with a blue grey and white shard looking camo, the other with a camo that's almost like a darker Israel camo, it's really cool!
Last but not least, The F16 ZEUS, a Greek demonstration team (I think), idk much about this except for the fact its cold as hell and I want it.
Okay, I'm aware most of these are on wt live, and none of these will ever even remotely enter the game, nor does anyone else want these, but if you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them!!!

Took a day trip and wrote this around 9:30PM. Enjoy.
Everyone has those dreams they want to accomplish in a lifetime. The ones that seem so far fetched but still obtainable. In my case it has always been on my bucket list to travel every corner of Texas. I have been blessed in my 27 years of life to have gone as far north to see the Panhandle plains near Amarillo and as far east to see Huntsville surrounded by the piney woods. I’ve been able to see the Third Coast from H-Town through Corpitos, down to McAllen and Harlingen. I’ve drank on 6th Street in ATX, and have had countless nights I couldn’t remember in San Anto. I’ve seen a Cowboys game in Arlington while staying in Dallas with family, and I’ve floated down the rivers in San Marcos with friends. I know the backroads of South Texas between Uvalde and Laredo, like the back of my hand, and if I needed too, I could probably drive between El Paso and Fort Stockton blindfolded. In the past 4 years, I’ve spent the majority of the 100,000 miles I’ve driven, on Texas highways and county roads. Passing through small towns that people would never know existed, such as Dryden, Camp Wood, Orla, Goliad, and Dilley, where my son lives. There’s so many other cities and towns I could name which would take up the majority of this story and bore you but there is one area of Texas that I’ve always wanted to see with my own eyes and be able to experience it all. This place is actually a lot closer than many of the places I mentioned. It’s pretty much the next door neighbor to my hometown of El Paso.
On December 28, 2023, I was finally able to see it. Big Bend and Terlingua. As I was driving into the national park I stopped at the park’s entrance sign and took a typical picture in front of it like everyone does, but after, I turned back down the road, made a right and drove 28 miles to La Linda. I did this all without having a GPS or signal on my phone after I lost it passing Marathon which about an hour or so from the park entrance. I followed the old green highway signs down a road that you could tell was hardly used because of all the weeds and brush growing in the middle and side of the road. I was probably the only truck on the road with the expection of two trucks going the opposite direction that had passed me. I kept going until the road ended at a blocked off bridge that only a small car could drive over. The only time I had ever seen this place was through Google Maps when I’d sit there looking at random places that you’d think no one would ever go. I got off my truck and look around, it was quiet but the sound of the river is what got me. It was surreal to say that across that bridge was Mexico and the river I heard was the Rio Grande, which surprisingly had water in it and wasn’t dry like the way it is in El Paso. As I was looking at the graffiti on the bridge I noticed a part of it said “Chuco Town” which I though was weird because why would some slang from El Paso be tagged on some random bridge literally in the middle of nowhere. So I got curious and ended up making my way down underneath the bridge where I found this clear box with a small notebook in it. Several people had written in it with their names and when they had visited the bridge. It was like an Easter egg. I wrote my name in the book, put it back and went to go look for a way to get to the river but I couldn’t because of all the bushes and trees. I spent like a good hour looking around before getting back to my truck. I ended up driving about two hours to the Big Bend National Park Headquarters where I finally got signal on my phone. The drive into the Chisos Basin was beautiful. The color of the rocks and trees made it feel as if it was still the Fall season. The canyons were huge, the road curved through the mountains, the air hitting me through the windows was fresh. Seeing the amount of trees, for the mountain range being in the middle of a desert was crazy. Again, I only spent about an hour or so before driving through the park and into Terilingua. As I drove to Terlingua, the scenery changed drastically. It went from mountains covered in trees to something out of a Mad Max scene. It was nothing but desert with little plant life. I ended up stopping at a gas station where two the highways met. One would take me to Alpine and the other to the Terlingua ghost town. After fueling up, I drove through the ghost town to find a couple of restaurants open. I ended up eating some green enchiladas that were good but nothing compared to the ones found in El Paso. I continued to drive down the highway towards Presidio as the sun started to set. About half way to Presidio, I turned back around to head back. By this time it was 7pm. The sun had almost set completely. I pulled over to the side of the road so I could look at the sky. I had heard so many stories and seen so many pictures of the Terlingua night sky. I wanted to see if it was real. As I stepped out and looked up I saw more stars than I could ever imagine. Everything around me was pitch black, except the sky. There were hundreds of stars, they were brighter than ever. There were no clouds. I stayed looking at them for a good minute, actually I stayed looking up so long I ended up laying in the bed of my truck trying to take it all in. I ended having to go back into my truck because of the cold. Even with a thick hoodie and thermals underneath I couldn’t stay out any longer. I continued my drive back to the gas station where I had first put gas so I could type this out before my plan to head back into Big Bend. I only arrived about 8 hours ago, drove down to the La Linda bridge, drove through the national park, drove through the ghost town and saw a night sky many wont get to see in their lifetime but maybe on this drive back, I’ll be able to find the moon.