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I feel like we are headed towards a finish line, but which one? Here is some interesting timing, especially when you consider that this is an election year:
April 25th - Reuters and others produced articles stating as such:
The path to electrification by the package delivery giants is critical to President Biden's transportation climate goals. Achieving that aim, however, is hampered by battery shortages that are limiting EV supplies and keeping prices high, and by startup electric van makers that are running out of money and shutting down.
April 29th - The Federal Register posted an update to the Department of Energy's ATVM program to include medium and heavy-duty vehicles. Effective 7/15/24.
Specifically, this rule: amends the existing applicable regulations in order to implement additional categories of advanced technology vehicles added to the ATVM statute by the Infrastructure Investment and Jobs Act and funded by the Inflation Reduction Act of 2022, including certain medium-duty and heavy-duty vehicles ... (and others).
Back in 2017- WKHS Press Release
Dec. 11 Workhorse Group Inc., an American technology company focused on providing sustainable and cost-effective solutions to the commercial transportation sector, today announced that it has applied for a loan of $250 million from the Department of Energy's (DOE) Advanced Technology Vehicles Manufacturing (ATVM) Loan Program. The company also announced that DOE has deemed its application to be substantially complete for purposes of DOE beginning its preliminary evaluation of the technical, financial, legal and other aspects of the application.
Can this application be amended to include medium and heavy-duty production and be activated now? Can previous costs of engineering, reequipping, expanding, or establishing manufacturing facilities be accounted for now? How about a sale and buyback of the plant? Don't know.
To obtain a loan the recipient must show the ability to obtain financing from other than government sources and have a reasonable ability to repay the loan. This could explain the current, alternate, and in-progress financing arrangements. Proof of funding.
A significant fleet order could aid WKHS in seeking a DOE loan by demonstrating an ability to repay. Likewise, a DOE loan could aid WKHS in obtaining fleet orders.
FedEx, UPS, etc., are potentially in a position to influence the direction of federal money with the promise of significant announcements that would support the administration's EV agenda, American manufacturing, and American workers. Things seem to get done when industry and politics align with proper timing.(Not trying to be political; just considering the landscape).
I think the timing suggests that governmental efforts to support EV manufacturing, particularly for delivery fleets, is soon to increase. I'm injecting WKHS because I'd like it to be so. I'm sure competition will look to inject themselves as well. I believe it's reasonable to deduce that the administration will look to make some announcements that have immediate impact. The effective date of the new rule seems close to the announcement and purpose driven. (7/15/24) I imagine it's been in the works and discussion for a while.
10/18/23 The company has entered the Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) process to integrate the WA4-100, also known as Horsefly, into UPS Flight Forward’s (UPSFF) FAA Part 135 “drone airline” certificate.
5/20/24 Company is working with a third party to complete the divestiture of the Aero business in the second quarter.
It could be a component.
12/12/23 WKHS enters into $20M convertible debt with High Trail. Also agreement with Lincoln Park.
1/31/24 WKHS announces sale/leaseback
3/1/24 WKHS settles High Trail agreement in part to allow for sale/leaseback. I've yet to see High Trail or Lincoln Park listed as institutional holders.
3/15/24 WKHS enters into agreement with unknown investor $9M +$130M available. Executed two more loans since. I think they paid off the first tranche of $9M.
These financing agreements come at significant cost. I haven't been able to rationalize the quick and continued repositioning. It suggests to me either a reactionary lack of foresight or a shift in strategy, direction, and expectation.
Perhaps it shows they are now pursuing a plan that includes, seeking a DOE loan, reducing/eliminating convertible notes, and hopefully keeping contingency plans in the drawer for now. Wishful thinking maybe. How far will the sale/leaseback get us? I'd like to see an announcement of its successful completion.
Side Note: KRUZ - is an ETF that tracks and mirrors congressional investments. Fintel reported on 5/30 an increase by KRUZ in the first quarter. Someone(s) in Congress sees WKHS as a good investment.

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A master list of all the narcissistic petty mean hypocritical dishonest etc. shit she has done. Feel free to add and copy-paste. Started by this user and my obsessive ass decided that today was a good day to do a rough deep dive and edit.

• Amy Poehler and Tina Fey - tay quoted Madeleine Albright (as if tay wasn't guilty of sabotaging women) basically telling them they're going to hell for making a lighthearted joke about her serial dating

🔥 "There's a special place in hell for women who don't help other women." 🔥

• Katy Perry - Bad Blood (over dancers) and returning to Spotify on the exact same day Katy's Witness album released. Also, a quote from an interview about the subject of Bad Blood: "You never say who your songs are about, but you concede that if enough people believe something, it essentially becomes fact. So by not saying who you’re writing about, aren’t you allowing public consensus to dictate the meaning of your work? If everyone assumes that 'Bad Blood' is about a specific person, aren’t you allowing the culture to create a fact about your life? You’re in a Rolling Stone interview, and the writer says, “Who is that song about? That sounds like a really intense moment from your life.” And you sit there, and you know you’re on good terms with your ex-boyfriend, and you don’t want him—or his family—to think you’re firing shots at him. So you say, 'That was about losing a friend.' And that’s basically all you say. But then people cryptically tweet about what you meant. I never said anything that would point a finger in the specific direction of one specific person, and I can sleep at night knowing that. I knew the song would be assigned to a person, and the easiest mark was someone who I didn’t want to be labeled with this song. It was not a song about heartbreak. It was about the loss of friendship.'"
  
• Nicki Minaj - tay made Nicki's feelings of being snubbed about herself with: "It's unlike you to pit women against each other." Full timeliness of their Twitter feud here.
  

Katy tweeted: "Finding it ironic to parade the pit women against other women argument about as one unmeasurably capitalizes on the take down of a woman…"

• Camilla Belle - tay told the world CB was a slut and damaged her career, CB agreed with Katy's tweet above, and when kimye happened CB Insta posted: "No need for revenge. Just sit back & wait. Those who hurt you will eventually screw up themselves & if you're lucky, God will let you watch."

+Victim complex was contributed due to her being packaged as “Purity Sue Ingenue”: eternally childlike, obedient and one-dimensional.
+Not only are her songwriting choices almost mind-numbingly safe, but she also covers territory so familiar, it’s almost a carbon-copy of someone else’s song! In 2006’s “Girl Next Door,” by Saving Jane, the protagonist yearns:
She is the prom queen I’m in the marching band She is a cheerleader I’m sitting in the stands
This sounds familiar, right? Well, here’s Taylor’s version: But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts She’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers
+"A Place in this World” = one part “What It Feels Like For a Girl” (Madonna), One part “Just a Girl” (Gwen Stefani), and One part “Not A Girl, Not Yet a Woman” (Britney Spears)

• Hilary Duff - tay plagiarized the song Breathe In. Breathe Out., took "X marks the spot where we fell apart" for Getaway Car and melody for Paper Rings
  
• Fortnight blatantly ripped off Cigarettes After Sex. Also has similarities to College ft. Electric Youth - A Real Hero.
  

+Karma ripped off CSS -Music Is My Hot Hot Sex
+I Can Fix Him reminds people of Wicked Game by Chris Isaak and Lana's Say YesTo Heaven
+Fresh Out The Slammer and Twin Peaks theme
+In 2012, singer-songwriter Matt Nathanson expressed his distaste for a lyric in Taylor Swift's "All Too Well" that was very similar to a line in his song "I Saw." In "All Too Well," Swift sings, "And I'll forget about you long enough / To forget why I needed to," while Nathanson croons, "I'll forget about you long enough / To forget why I need to" in his 2003 release.
+Tried to change the narrative when it came to This Is What You Came For (also details some sketchy behavior with Tom Hiddleston while she was with Calvin). Thankfully Calvin was having none of it.

• T-Pain has said he's written for her before. He doesn't put his name in the credits for country/pop songs that he writes because ⭐️racism⭐️

+Critics noticed the dramatic similarities between her "Delicate" video and a 2016 Spike Jonze-directed ad for the fragrance Kenzo World starring Margaret Qualley.
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• other plagiarism - post with list All the songs Taylor has plagiarized in a playlist!. A comprehensive list of songs Taylor Swift has ripped off
  
• Olivia Rodrigo - tay crushed a fan's heart and stole her money (over a yelly bridge) just as she herself was about to become a fucking billionaire, copied the wordplay in Olivia's song "get him back!" in "imgonnagetyouback", taunting Olivia, collaborated with Sabrina Carpenter and Gracie Abrams to deepen the knife
  
• Former Guitar Teacher - tay lied about her start with guitar with a made-up "magical twist of fate" story, Ronnie Cremer said he was approached to teach her, had her legal team bully him because of his domain name, she's ungrateful and could have handled this bettenegotiated more graciously, "but muhh trademarkk". Also includes Andrew Orth and how she and her family just use people and spit them out.
  

+There's the famous story Taylor's guitar teacher told about how Austin wanted Taco Bell so his mom brought some for him but when Taylor wanted some Andrea told her "No one wants a fat pop star" so she had her usual salad instead
Obviously usually people interpret this story as Austin being the lucky one compared to Taylor because he was allowed to eat like a normal person
But I wonder what kind of long term effect it might have on you to basically be told "The reason it doesn't matter what you eat is it doesn't matter what you look like because you don't actually matter"
No wonder Taylor struggled with an ED and her brother struggles with self worth 😟
+I found this insane first person account of a waitress and Scott Swift:
I grew up on the Jersey shore and worked at a place called the Windrift in Stone Harbor all of high school and college. Avalon and Stone Harbor are known to be two secondary home markets for people from mostly PA and NY. The homes are EXPENSIVE. You can’t find anything less than $2.5 mil on the islands now, and those are tear downs. $3.5- 5 mil is the average home price in 2024. I grew up in a neighboring town and pretty much only served extremely wealthy people at this restaurant. It’s right on the beach.
One day, in the summer of 2004, Scott Swift and his family and, I guess friends, came into the restaurant and wanted to sit on the deck. Us servers used to have a rotation on who would be taking the deck that day. The deck was the coveted spot because you got all of the tables to yourself, it had the best view so people wanted to be up there, and you had your own bartender to work with solo. That day it was my turn to have the deck.
Unfortunately, the weather was insane. There was wind and non-stop rain. The whole lower part of the restaurant was empty, so all other servers and bartenders went home and one chef stayed. The kitchen was a block and a half away from the deck and two floors down. The bartender that would normally take care of the deck also went home since there was only one party up there. I was to serve as both server and bartender. Scott wanted to watch some game so we brought TVs up and put plastic all around the deck to keep the rain out. It was so nasty out but they wanted to be there.
In my entire time of being a server (which ended up being 11 years), I have NEVER been run more ragged by a group. Scott was non-stop asking for things. I was bartending left and right, and then when food came, I kept having to make separate two block sprints to the kitchen to get him specialty things. He would ask for one thing, I’d bring it, and then he’d ask for another, separately. It was exhausting. I was in high school too and was an athlete so I had a lot of energy 😅
To add to that, Scott was also talking to me NON-STOP. It was actually extremely bizarre and I was freaked out. I could tell immediately there was something wrong with him. He had no filter and didn’t even care who I was, my body language, if I was listening or not. Here I was just a rando high school waitress and he was telling me, “My daughter is going to be famous. She’s so talented. We’re moving to Nashville for her. She’s going to be the biggest thing ever,” etc. I couldn’t get away from him and he was a close talker. It wasn’t like he was flirting, more just talking at me. The rest of his family sat at a table and his friends were walking around watching the game. No one was talking to him 😅
The saving grace was I figured I’d get a huge tip. They were there all day and knew they were keeping the restaurant open. Plus, this man was basically bragging about how they had the means to have a house there, how he was in finance, etc. I went above and beyond in terms of service.
When they finally left and I went to look at the bill, he has left nothing, not even a dollar. To this day, that’s my only table to has never tipped, let alone a party. So much for that.
Before they left, he said his daughter had a website, so I asked for the address. I figured she was going to truly have to be beyond talented for this man to talk this way. I’m a singer and am super into vocalists so I was intrigued to listen. I guess I didn’t have a cell phone back then, because he wrote the web address on a piece of paper. When I got home, I went to the website on my desktop. All it was was a picture of her and below it was a gray MP3 bar. I played the song and it was laughably bad. I legit guffawed, like wow this girl is never going anywhere. I hear no talent here.
Joke is clearly on me, because as we can see from this email too, Scott has stopped at absolutely nothing. If he talked MY ear off as a random server, imagine what he has done to everyone else. People probably have given in a lot out of annoyance and because he has the funds. That’s my only guess. He won’t take no for an answer and clearly saves money by maybe not really paying anyone for their services.
I can’t even tell you how shocking it has been for me to witness the rise of Taylor like this after that experience.
Not to mention, I then met her brother years later in LA when I lived there around 2018 or so. He and I matched on Raya, a members only dating app. He said he was intrigued because I was from the area they always went to as a child. We met up at a restaurant in Laurel Canyon and wow was it an awkward date. First of all, he was a shell of a human. He had ballooned in size from his photos and clearly had some eating issues. He was super weird around what he was eating and drinking. It seems he really lives under the shadow of his sister, which is evident from Scott’s email too. When I asked what he did, he said acting, but seems like he didn’t have anything going on. When I asked what he liked to do he said play tennis. I said oh cool where do you go in town? And he awkwardly said his sister’s house 😂 (we didn’t discuss her at all). He also confided in me that his parents are rascist towards Mexicans? 🧐 We actually walked back to his house since it was around the corner and we played N64 (Mario Kart) and listened to the Annie Musical record on vinyl since he had it on display. He told me his sister had bought him his house. It was really nice - definitely a multi-million dollar home. We actually randomly kissed and then it was 11 pm so I said I needed to head back. I ordered an Uber and we never spoke again 😂 I thought maybe it was weird karma since he paid for dinner and his Dad owed me hahaha.
Needless to say, it was sad to see how lacking in identity he seemed. It stuck out to me how in the email Scott mentioned they were giving Taylor her estate early, but not Austin. The way Scott has treated Austin vs Taylor I think has had detrimental effects.
I’ve been saying these things about Scott for years, so I’m glad to finally see some further proof!! She was 100% created by him. I’m sure it will even have detrimental effects on her in a more serious way in the future.

TL;DR at the bottom.
This trip hasn’t been any fun at all and I want to go home already but unfortunately I am here for another 2-3 days. I wanted to go on vacay to get away from MY mom bc she's such a narcissist and i wanted to relax.I’ve tried to make light of the situation until it got worse yesterday.
I Yesterday, we went to a resort in Mexico because the family had a one day pass. At the end of it, Dalia (my friend's 30 yr old half sister) was too drunk and she took a taxi with her 6 year old daughter and Shayla (the sister's friend). We were originally supposed to go shopping at the mall after the resort and eat at an Italian restaurant within the resort but that did not go to plan which was okay at the time. After those 3 leave, it was just me, my friend May and her parents. I thought we were going to go shopping like they said we would because that is something everyone, especially me lol also wanted to do. We didn't even do that and the only reason they even took us to the shopping strip in the first place was because they wanted to buy weed. They didn't even say that initially and I only found that out because they kept getting agitated bc they couldn't find the McDonald's they were trying to use as a land marker. But I knew where the McDonalds was and I was very confused as to why they weren't listening to me when I was telling them where it was. I just assumed they wanted McDonald's since the food at the resort wasn't the best.
My friend told me that they wouldn't directly say they were getting weed because "they still need to be somewhat of a good influence" or something like that, like what?? They haven't been that this WHOLE trip and nobody is fucking dumb. They've been smoking and talking about weed this whole time in front of us/me. So why does THAT matter now ? Why tf would I care you're adults?? I literally have wanted weed this whole time anyway and already bought alcohol.
This is the worst part. After we come back from the whole McDonalds shit, the four of us get into a taxi to go back to the Airbnb. When we arrive in front of our residence, the dad pulls out his card but the driver says he only takes cash. The dad flips his shit, says he's scamming him or whatever. The ride was 200 pesos, which is 10 USD. He says the driver is scamming him because he has been paying with his card the whole time in other taxis. Fhe mom thinks they're being scammed too. The dad was about to punch the driver in the face over ten fucking dollars??? The mom and my friend had to convince him to fucking stop and he kept getting mad at the daughter telling her to get tf inside. I had to end up paying (again) the ten dollars because I had cash. I say again because at the start of the trip, I had to pay 80 dollars for the cab to the Airbnb bc the dad didn't have service to pay so I used the cash I had. I did get the money back but still. wtf. Also they were not being scammed and if they were it wasn't even THAT bad because all of the taxis are 10 to 17 dollars from the mall to where we live. Theiithink it's a scam because he wanted cash. I had a taxi driver when I snuck out once because there wasn't any food and I was STARVING, I asked him if he takes cash or card and he said cash, but it was still all the same price. They don't know I snuck out and I'm glad I didn't tell my friend that I did because she would have told them. probably.
The next day, which is today, I wake up and everybody is just fucking gone besides my friend and her sisters daughter. This pisses me off because they have left us, to baby sit the little girl AGAIN for idek how many times they've done that. It's extremely fucking annoying I haven't even been able to enjoy the trip and my friend damn sure has not either. she said she was really embarrassed yesterday to the dad and wouldn't have invited me if the parents were gonna act like they do at home with/around me. The dad "apologizes" today saying "Im sorry for being so embarrassing" like what?
They told us to go shop and have fun. To not let any of the shit that happened ruin the fun. Idk how that's possible but whatever I might as well. My friend didn't want to go shopping because she was crying and upset today. I was getting dressed because I said I am just going then because I was so sick of not being able to do ONE thing I wanted to. She then ended up coming with but then her phone not charging ruined her mood again and she wasn't going anymore. I was given money to use from home and was determined to just use it.I just wanted to do something fun for fucking once. I told my narc mom I was going to go out with or without my friend because it would have been BAD at home for me had I not enforced that. She kept pleading me not to go alone but I was persisting and wasn't asking. She just ended up telling me she's worried and to just be safe. Wasn't mad.
I walked out and paid for the taxi. I only went because it was only a 3-5 minute taxi ride to the public mall to shop. My friend then calls me asking if I left and why'd I go without her?? She literally didn't even want to go anymore and I said that. She tells me she insists I come back and she said it wasn't smart to leave and that "I'll get snatched up". Her parents and everyone were angry with me she said. First of all, her parents and everyone else kept fucking walking away from us without saying a word as to where they were heading. could have been fucking kidnapped multiple times because of them since that's the damn problem. I didn't even want to go alone initially, but it was bright as day outside, I am sick of this family and I'd rather be alone and do what I want to do, since that's clearly never gonna happen with them. Plus I shouldn't have to rely on company or anyone to have fun, especially at this point. Her mom gets on the phone and just tells me to come back bc she's responsible for me but then is like "because if you don't come back Im going to have to call your mom". I can never get a break away from my mom no matter the damn situation it seems. That was literally not needed at all. She called her anyway regardless of me saying I was coming back.
Also now im being accused of stealing their fucking weed they leave out on the counter. I don't need ur fucking weed if I WANTED weed (which I have this whole time but that was only between me and my friend) I can BUY my own weed with the money I have. The first time my friend asked me I didn't care because it was just a question out of concern. Today she asked me a second time and now I am feeling accused. She said her dad thinks I took it because my laptop was there. EVERYBODYS STUFF HAS BEEN DOWNSTAIRS. How is that even a good accusation and you're asking me the second time. There was no way it was not Shayla because she kept walking away to ask strangers for fucking cigarettes day 1 of the trip. then walked away AGAIN that day to try and buy some. She was also downstairs at like 5am one time bc I went downstairs to go outside rq and I saw her doing god knows what in the dark. I don't even think they even tried to question her about it, since she's been smoking with them but instead have only been accusing me.
I have tried to be very respectful to my friend's family because I don't want to be rude or say anything bad since that's her family. I don't know how long I'm going to be able to deal with it though and if I'm accused a third time I am going to fucking snap and probably cuss someone out. I am also trying not to get into any trouble at home because whether it's reasonable or not my mom is going to say I was being disrespectful and take their side on that regard.
TL;DR: I am on vacation in Mexico with my friends family and my patience has been tested this whole entire time. i've been accused of stealing weed twice which I have NOT done at all and it doesn't seem like they've asked anyone else. The dad threatened to punch the taxi driver over ten dollars bc he thought the taxi driver was scamming him when he wasn't. I had to pay for the ten dollars in cash and I also paid 80 initially at the start of trip for the taxi because the dad didn't have service on his phone.

i first tried vaping when i was 11; quickly progressed into a vaping addiction from 15-18 then when i arrived at college i started smoking cigarettes. i go to liberal arts school where about 80% of the people i know smoke and it’s a huge social thing. i never really thought i was addicted but i am now visiting my friend who doesn’t smoke at all and realizing that this really isn’t normal. when i’m alone and especially walking around i find myself smoking five or six a day; when i’m with people i can go through a pack in a night easily. i have also struggled with weed dependency since i was fifteen; smoked pretty much every day since then. for a long time i really did believe that i could stop whenever i wanted, especially since i’ve never been much of a drinker and weirdly enough i’ve met a lot of people through sharing a cigarette. but i’m getting to a point where i really do worry about leading a life without smoking.
i do sometimes feel that cigarettes are a replacement for weed; at least when i smoke cigs i can get the itch scratched without being a zombie for the rest of the day. replacing joints with cigarettes has helped me reduce my weed intake a lot but there is nothing else that is good about smoking them! i worry about the smell and recently have developed the most disgusting cough and even when i don’t smoke it’s still there.
i wish that i could quit both but i know myself well enough that if i try to go cold turkey on weed and nicotine it’ll end up manifesting in some other ugly way and i am incredibly scared of becoming an alcoholic considering the addictive genes in my family.
there is obviously a lot of information about quitting on the internet but i haven’t found any advice for people like me who have pretty much been smoking since developing consciousness. i don’t remember much of my childhood so it is hard to imagine life without that vice.
i know that the weed problem goes hand in hand but i don’t think i can do it quite yet. i haven’t had a day without substance in years at this point and i am starting to get scared that i’m too far gone. i don’t want to be a slave to this shit for the rest of my life but at this point it has become so integral to my existence.
no specific question but how do i deal with this? anyone else have a similar experience? just looking for people who can understand i guess :/
also so much respect to the people on here who have quit successfully. rooting for you :)

This trip has been an absolute mess and annoyance to me. It has not been any fun at all and I want to go home already but unfortunately I am here for another 2-3 days. I wanted to go on vacay to get away from MY mom bc she's such a narcissist as well and I am sick of not being treated emotionally like a 19 year old. They did not pay for my plane ticket, they just had extra space in the hotel for me .
I'll cut to the chase to what really set this off on this trip and shit that's just happened. Yesterday, we went to a resort in Mexico because they had a one day pass. At the end of it, Dalia (my friend's 30 yr old half sister) was too drunk and she took a taxi with her 6 year old daughter and Shayla (the sister's friend). We were originally supposed to go shopping at the mall after the resort and eat at an Italian restaurant within the resort but that did not go to plan. Anyway, after that it was just me, my friend May and her parents. I thought we were going to go shopping like they said we would because that is something everyone, especially ME since it's my favorite thing to do to cope, wanted to do. We didn't even do that and the only reason they even took us to the shopping strip in the first place was because they wanted to buy weed. They didn't even say that initially and I only found that out because they kept getting agitated bc they couldn't fin the McDonald's they were trying to use as a land marker. But I knew where the McDonalds was and I was very confused as to why they weren't listening to me when I was telling them where it was bc I thought they just wanted McDonald's since the food at the resort wasn't too good.
Nope.
My friend told me that they wouldn't directly say they were getting weed because "they still need to be somewhat of a good influence" or something like that, like what?? They haven't been that this WHOLE trip and nobody is fucking dumb. They've been smoking and talking about weed this whole time in front of us/me. So why does THAT matter now ? Why tf would I care you're adults?? I literally have wanted weed this whole time anyway and already bought alcohol. I would have went home if they were gonna waste my time bc I thought something fun was going to happen.
This is the worst part. After we come back from the whole McDonalds shit, the four of us get into a taxi to go back to the Airbnb. When we arrive in front of our residence, the dad pulls out his card but the driver says he only takes cash. The dad flips his shit, says he's scamming him or whatever. The ride was 200 pesos, which is 10 USD. He says the driver is scamming him because he has been paying with his card the whole time. The mom thinks they're being scammed too. The dad was about to punch the driver in the face over ten fucking dollars??? The mom and my friend had to convince him to fucking stop and he kept getting mad at the daughter telling her to get tf inside. I had to end up paying (again) the ten dollars because I had cash. I say again because at the start of the trip, I had to pay 80 dollars for the cab to the Airbnb bc the dad didn't have service to pay so I used the cash I had. I did get the money back but still. wtf. Also they were not being scammed and if they were it wasn't even THAT bad because all of the taxis are 10 to 17 dollars from the mall to where we live. They think it's a scam because he wanted cash. I had a taxi driver when I snuck out once because there wasn't any food and I was STARVING, I asked him if he takes cash or card and he said cash, but it was still all the same price. They don't know I snuck out and I'm glad I didn't tell my friend that I did because she would have told them. probably.
The next day, which is today, I wake up and everybody is just fucking gone besides my friend and her sisters daughter. This pisses me off because they have left us, to baby sit the little girl AGAIN for idek how many times they've done that. It's extremely fucking annoying I haven't even been able to enjoy the trip and my friend damn sure has not either. she said she was really embarrassed yesterday to the dad and wouldn't have invited me if the parents were gonna act like they do at home with/around me. The dad "apologizes" today saying "Im sorry for being so embarrassing" like what?
They told us to go shop and have fun. To not let any of the shit that happened ruin the fun. Idk how that's possible but whatever I might as well. My friend didn't want to go shopping because she was crying and upset today. I was getting dressed because I said I am just going then because I was so sick of not being able to do ONE thing I wanted to. She then ended up coming with but then her phone not charging ruined her mood again and she wasn't going anymore. I was given money to use from home and was determined to just use it.I just wanted to do something fun for fucking once. I told my narc mom I was going to go out with or without my friend because it would have been BAD at home for me had I not enforced that. She kept pleading me not to go alone but I was persisting and wasn't asking. She just ended up telling me she's worried and to just be safe. Wasn't mad.
I walked out and paid for the taxi. I only went because it was only a 3-5 minute taxi ride to the public mall to shop. My friend then calls me asking if I left and why'd I go without her?? She literally didn't even want to go anymore and I said that. She tells me she insists I come back and she said it wasn't smart to leave and that "I'll get snatched up". Her parents and everyone were angry with me she said. First of all, her parents and everyone else kept fucking walking away from us without saying a word as to where they were heading. could have been fucking kidnapped multiple times because of them since that's the damn problem. I didn't even want to go alone initially, but it was bright as day outside, I am sick of this family and I'd rather be alone and do what I want to do, since that's clearly never gonna happen with them. Plus I shouldn't have to rely on company or anyone to have fun, especially at this point. Her mom gets on the phone and just tells me to come back bc she's responsible for me but then is like "because if you don't come back Im going to have to call your mom". I can never get a break away from my mom no matter the damn situation it seems. That was literally not needed at all. She called her anyway regardless of me saying I was coming back.
Also now im being accused of stealing their fucking weed they leave out on the counter. I don't need ur fucking weed if I WANTED weed (which I have this whole time but that was only between me and my friend) I can BUY my own weed with the money I have. The first time my friend asked me I didn't care because it was just a question out of concern. Today she asked me a second time and now I am feeling accused. She said her dad thinks I took it because my laptop was there. EVERYBODYS STUFF HAS BEEN DOWNSTAIRS. How is that even a good accusation and you're asking me the second time. There was no way it was not Shayla because she kept walking away to ask strangers for fucking cigarettes day 1 of the trip. then walked away AGAIN that day to try and buy some. She was also downstairs at like 5am one time bc I went downstairs to go outside rq and I saw her doing god knows what in the dark. I don't even think they even tried to question her about it, since she's been smoking with them but instead have only been accusing me.
I have tried to be very respectful to my friend's family because I don't want to be rude or say anything bad since that's her family. I don't know how long I'm going to be able to deal with it though and if I'm accused a third time I am going to fucking snap and probably cuss someone out. I am also trying not to get into any trouble at home because whether it's reasonable or not my mom is going to say I was being disrespectful and take their side on that regard.
TL;DR: I am on vacation in Mexico with my friends family and my patience has been tested this whole entire time. i've been accused of stealing weed twice which I have NOT done at all and it doesn't seem like they've asked anyone else. The dad threatened to punch the taxi driver over ten dollars bc he thought the taxi driver was scamming him when he wasn't. I had to pay for the ten dollars in cash and I also paid 80 initially at the start of trip for the taxi because the dad didn't have service on his phone.

PRESENT
This is Part 2 of 3, the Present, in game events we see! Onwards!
The Protagonist is some sort of content creator, one that goes to abandoned or forgotten places and "searches" them, as can be gleaned from the cameras facing the protagonist on his desk, and his conversation with a certain Laura, or LSparks53 (there's also an error in this Harmony tab, with one of the messages from Laura reading as from LauraSparks53 instead of LSparks53. Just a note). This Laura helps our protagonist, who goes by the username of eEnsign. His profile picture are the letters UF, which is weird, since it doesn't match the username, nor what Laura calls eEnsign: Ed. Anyways, I digress. From now on, I'll call the protagonist Ed as well. Laura helps Ed get footage of these places as per the conversation.
eEnsign: "Hey Laura! I'm doing another search this weekend! Wanna come with me?"
LSparks53: "The last few times I've gone with you SUCKED LMAO."
eEnsign: "Remember that old theme park we went to see as kids? Indigo Park?"
LSparks53: "yeah? I kind of forgot about that place? Been closed for a while, right? how would you even get in?"
eEnsign: "Honestly, I don't know. I'm not even gonna bring my equipment. Jump a fence of something? We've done worse lol”
LSparks53: "aight, well just be careful. I'm gonna pass on this one. if you can get in i'll go with you to help record some other time. i'm looking it up now and there's like NO info online about it. probably swarming with cops too."
eEnsign: "I guess we'll find out! I'll check it out, maybe we can go together next week?
Lsparks53: "just be careful, Ed. I don't want to be paying your bail."
And with that conversation, we learn that these two are like a dynamic duo of sorts, having some sort of channel or website where they post footage of places lost to time and "search" them, breaking laws of trespassing and such, apparently also having "done worse", whatever that means. Maybe they took a few things from the place, so burglary? It's never specified. Probably burglary, though, considering that Ed has taken to collecting all sorts of plushies and such from Indigo Park.
What I want to point out is how weird this Laura person acts. As soon as Indigo Park is mentioned, Laura instantly seems to dislike the idea, but never directly says it. Instead, she becomes reluctant to go with Ed, despite having done worse, as Ed puts it. Perhaps she's just cautious, and based on her last sentence, they haven't been caught before, or else she would have said "I don't want to be paying your bail again."
However, I don't think that's the case. Remember when Laura said she looked up Indigo Park and found nothing? Well, we know the website is still up and running, or at the very least, Ed used some sort of service like the Wayback Machine to pull it up on the right most monitor on his desk, which can be seen in the opening cutscene. On it, there's even an option to purchase tickets still, which is incredibly weird, which I'll also go into later on. Why would a defunct theme park need a still running website? After all, if you evacuate everyone from it with no explanation, wouldn't you want to get rid of all evidence of it? If not destroy the property outright, then at least take the website down. Again, digressing, the point is that Laura didn't find this website ... or she did, but didn't say anything.
Again, this is purely speculation at this point; I mean, the two of them have broke into a few places trespassing and recording and documenting abandoned places at least a few times for the internet, and maybe she really is just that cautious, worried about being imprisoned and charged for trespassing, and even attempted burglary.
And it seems like Ed is asking the same questions we are. Behind the Harmony tab is a notes tab with several questions such as "Why did it close?" and "What is left?", among a few others that are cut off. The next question seems to ask "Is it still" something. Seems like Ed and us are in the same boat. Hopefully we can help each other out.
Regardless, Ed ends up climbing the fence and enters the closed off Indigo Park, where dozens of crates stamped with the Indigo Park logo, along with trash, can be seen. Walking around, the main gates are closed off, and one of the doors seem to open on their own, allowing Ed entry into the Registration Center, a desk with a few monitors where a Rangler would sit and check Ed in.
Inside, the Rambley AI comes to life, noting that Ed is the first person there in just over eight years, before directing us to the previously mentioned Registration Center. It is revealed here that AI Rambley has access to the cameras (both computer cameras and CCTV cameras), where he notes that Ed isn’t on the guest list, probably because he snuck in, and didn’t pay for his tickets. However, what stands out as odd is that Rambley doesn’t recognize Ed at all, asking if he was here for the first time. We know that it’s most definitely not Ed’s first time here, but it’s unclear if AI Rambley doesn’t recognize Ed because he grew up, or the registration process requires a photo upload.
Rambley AI: "Hm, I don't seem to have your face in the guest list. Is this your first time here in the park? Or did you just get plastic surgery?"
From here, Ed’s directed to go through the gates, but both AI Rambley and Ed realize that the gates are not open and are instead sending an error message. Going back to the Registration Center, Ed finds and replaces a missing gear, and the gates finally open, from where Ed is free to explore. He’s directed to the Critter Corner, where he receives a Critter Cuff to enter certain areas, and the park, from where he’s directed to Rambley’s Railway to get to know most (poor Salem) of the characters. A massive statue of Isaac Indigo and Rambley can be seen at the entrance.
As Ed makes his way through to Rambley Railway, it’s clear that the park is not in the best condition. Ransacked gift stores, empty cafes with rotting food and festering drinks, tunnels collapsing at the drop of a hat, and weeds spouting everywhere even disconcert the AI Rambley, who tries to shrug off the state of the park by claiming renovations, but it’s clear he’s unsettled with how empty and broken the park is. We’ll cover that later as well.
On this ride, Rambley introduces us to everyone, except for Salem, indicating he’s friends with everyone except her and Lloyd, for whom he has … let’s a bit of distaste for. He’s shown to be sarcastic and snippy with Lloyd, but even his supposed friends aren’t safe from his occasional jabs.
Rambley when speaking to Mollie Macaw: “You sure are [the best pilot you ever saw], Moll! Why, you only crashed into six barns this week!”
Mollie: “I’m not crashin’, Rambley! I’m barnstormin’!”
Rambley: “Haha! What’s barnstorming?”
Mollie: “It’s crashing, with style! I-it barely hurts at all!”
The stutter in Mollie’s audio is what interests me. It could be interpreted as a glitch, which is certainly possible. The park hasn’t been maintained in eight years, and it is falling apart. But it could also be interpreted as Mollie losing her characteristic confidence, upset that Rambley seems to be so keen on pointing out her failures in her hobby sphere.
Rambley, when speaking to Finley the Sea Serpent: “Why the long face? And body? … Oh Finley, you should come out of YOUR shell!”
Finley, in response. “How about YOU come into it instead?”
I would also like to note AI Rambley’s interaction with Finley’s plushie.
AI Rambley: “Ooh, you found my buddy Finley! You know, he’s really shy, like, TOO shy, like OBNOXIOUSLY shy, but he’s got a good heart.”
I want to point out the fact that when Rambley speaks about how shy Finley is, he doesn’t seem to be doing it in a jesting way. In fact, he seems genuinely annoyed with how introverted Finley is, to the point where you can hear it in his voice, and he also uses his annoyed model with slanted eyes when mentioning it.
There’s also a note here that, apparently, Rambley and Finley have known each other for over 100 years, though it’s unclear if this is actually real information, or just something the creators of the ride decided to include for the fun of it.
And another thing. At the very end of the Finley section, Finley hopes that the rider will actually visit him and Oceanic Odyssey, because he’s lonely. Why should he be lonely? He’s friends with Rambley and Mollie, at the very least. Is it because he lives on the bottom of the ocean? Or for other reasons?
Ed then reaches Salem’s area, which is noticeably, horrifically destroyed, a splatter of something bright red front and center. This is where the ride breaks down, and Ed’s required to go and fix it, before continuing onto Lloyd’s area.
I’d like to stop the story to consider the state of Salem’s area; why is it so destroyed? I’m going to avoid thinking of the red splatter as blood, to be honest, but we do know that the Mascots bleed red, thanks to Mollie Macaw. In my mind, there are three potential perpetrators.
The first two are noticeably weak connections, and the reasoning isn’t 100%, so take it with a grain of salt. We know that all the characters received Mascots, so there are three of them that, in my mind, are capable.
The first is, admittedly, a bit weird: the Mascot of Salem. We know she despises Rambley and his friends (her relationship with Lloyd remains a mystery), so it’s possible that Mascot Salem was the one to sabotage her area, as a way of getting back at Rambley. Why her area only is admittedly a bit weird, so she’s not the strongest match. Another piece of evidence would be the smashed animatronic of Mollie. Again, we do know that Salem has used Mollie before by dumping her potions onto her and making Mollie Salem’s minion. Could she also have smashed the animatronic bird?
The second suspect is Mascot Mollie. She can be seen following Ed throughout the ride, and the whole park, for that matter, and we do know there is some bad blood between her and Salem because of the arcade game Rambely Rush. It would give motive for Mascot Mollie to do such a thing, and she’s the only Mascot running about Indigo Park that we know of; Lloyd remained in his theater, not pursuing Ed when he leaves. At the end of the chapter, when Ed enters Oceanic Odyssey, it’s unclear whether a robot or Mascot Finley appears in the aquarium, but he’s likely confined there as well. Mascots Rambley and Salem aren’t even mentioned once.
Now, this one is also kind of a stretch, but the only character that would have more reason to hate Salem more than Mollie is Rambley. They are clear nemeses (again, Rambley Rush), and have been for quite some time. While the AI Rambley is generally benevolent, but still with a sharp tongue, it remains to be seen what exactly the Mascot Rambley is like. His Mascot is still likely here in Indigo Park somewhere, one of the remaining two (Mollie being dead, unless there are several of each Mascot present, in which case this elevates the terror a few notches. Imagine being chased by seventeen Mascot Lloyds) besides Salem. He could very well be the perpetrator. However, I do have a bit of trouble explaining why he would wreck the Animatronic Mollie. Maybe because he knows it’s just a fake, and not the real Mascot Mollie?
However, there is one convenient detail that I have not mentioned. Remember the smashed Animatronic Mollie, and how we were questioning why she was wrecked in the first place? Well, she does offer us one clue. When Ed approaches the bird, Mollie flickers to life momentarily, her voice garbled and distorted until finally, she says this:
Animatronic Mollie: “Not Rambley! He hurts Lloyd! He hurts Lloyd!”
After that, poor Animatronic Mollie finally shuts off for good, her painted eyes devoid of the life she once had. Well, this certainly got interesting, didn’t it? Rambley hurts Lloyd? How? I mean, think about it! How would a raccoon actively hurt a lion? This isn’t like a honey badger situation; raccoons are much more vulnerable and weaker than honey badgers. What’s also interesting is her words themselves. Why would someone program an Animatronic Mollie to say this? We eventually find out that Mascot Mollie will memorize and be able to repeat words or phrases she’s heard, if Ed has the misfortune of being caught by Mascot Mollie later down the line. Is it possible that the same is true for the animatronics? And if so, does that mean that Animatronic Mollie was shouting bits and pieces out of context, or was it supposed to be something she was never meant to hear, and was thusly wrecked?
And even if this was out of context, that still opens up a major can of worms. Even if Rambley never hurt Lloyd, who is this ‘He’ that did hurt Lloyd? Keep this in mind until we reach Lloyd’s attraction.
Anyways, onto Llyod’s area. It’s clear that Lloyd and Rambley both don’t like each other, quite possibly because Rambley hates how Lloyd used to be number one, and Lloyd possibly because he’s not happy that he was replaced by Rambley as head honcho. Rambley, for his part, doesn’t really try to antagonize Lloyd, just wearily going through the ride and trying to get out as fast as possible here.
And that’s essentially it for the ride, AI Rambley suggesting Ed go visit Jetstream Junction. Careful observation would yield the fact that Mascot Mollie has been stalking Ed, studying him from behind the scenes, though she won’t end up being an antagonist until later on.
What’s interesting to note is that at the end, AI Rambley says this: “So, whatddya think? Pretty fun, right? Now you know all about my friends! And Lloyd …”
We know that Rambley cannot stand Salem, Rambley Rush made it quite clear. So, why refer to Salem as a friend? Why is her area so wrecked? Is it possible that AI Rambley has no reason to hate her, because he’s not aware of how often he’s pitted against her in media? But that would also mean that AI Rambley would have to be quite unaware of the media surrounding him, but he seems to know a lot about the history of the park. He still dislikes Lloyd, after all. And then that would beg the question if Mascot Rambley actually dislikes Salem enough to destroy her area in his ride. Too many questions that, unfortunately, there are no answers for. We can’t even see AI Rambley’s thoughts on Salem through a plush or anything, because there are no current collectibles in Chapter 1 that refer to her.
This is actually why I think one of the more intriguing aspects of ‘Birds of a Feather’ is Salem, and her ambiguous presence within the game. There aren’t even any posters in regard to her, unlike Lloyd or Rambley or Mollie or Finley. She’s just so wrapped up in mystery … anyways.
After finding out Jetstream Junction is locked away, AI Rambley sends Ed to Lloyd’s Main Stage Theater, where Ed first catches a glimpse of Mascot Lloyd, dozing on the stage. When Mascot Lloyd notices Ed, he runs into the back, and unfortunately, that’s where Ed has to go.
When Ed reaches the stage himself, AI Rambley tells Ed to be careful, because he has no vision of the backstage area, which is weird. AI Rambley seems to have access to the rest of Indigo Park, why is this area so special? It’s just storage, for the most part … and Mascot Lloyd, but AI Rambley still thinks they’re just as good as they were in their hay day, so he has no reason to be wary of the Mascots themselves until later. It’s true that it’s a Ranglers Only area, and we haven’t really seen AI Rambley in these areas before, so that could be it? Maybe because of his dislike for Lloyd? But then why give AI Rambley access to the stage at all? I don’t know, to be honest. Yet another question. However, AI Rambley does say something interesting.
AI Rambley, to Ed, regarding the behind the stage area: “Hey buddy. I got eyes all over the park, but I can’t see anything behind the stage. If you’re going back there be careful. Your Critter Cuff is not yet able to resuscitate you.”
Why should a Critter Cuff be able to resuscitate a person? From what I understand, it’s supposed to be like those Disney Bands that you can wear at parks, giving you access to different rides and such, even having complementary features of being a pedometer, mood ring, and a heartbeat sensor. This could either be a sort of tease to future upgrades Ed might be able to get in future chapters … or implies something darker. These Critter Cuffs were given to regular guests, for what purpose should they be able to revive someone from being unconscious?
Anyways, as Ed makes his way backstage, Lloyd makes some appearances, even once trying to attack Ed before being foiled by the massive boxes landing on him, causing him to slink away. Along the path, however, is something interesting. Binders, pages, even notebooks are scattered, almost like a bread crumb trail. I was never able to make out what they say besides some months like January, or vague Table of Contents with no explanation. Just thought it was weird. Food for thought. Grabbing the keys, Ed heads back, finding the door locked behind him. Trying to open the door yields an attack by Lloyd, who is strangely repelled by a high-pitched noise.
Now, from all that I have read, there seem to be two theories as for why Lloyd flees. The first cause is that Mascot Lloyd is driven away by the high-pitched beeping from the Critter Cuff. The second, and arguably more intriguing theory, is that someone blows a tamer’s whistle. A tamer’s whistle is a whistle used by tamers to direct animals, usually in settings like circuses where the animal has to perform some sort of trick or feat of athleticism. As it’s used more and more often, the animal learns to recognize the pitch, or duration of the shrill sound, associating it with a certain action that needs to be performed. In this case, the theory states that the tamer’s whistle caused Lloyd to fall back, before fleeing.
Now, while I think the tamer whistle theory is cool in concept, I don’t know who would be able, or more importantly, willing to save Ed from Mascot Lloyd. AI Rambley is not able to see what’s back here, nor should he understand what’s happening, so that removes him from the picture. Mascot Mollie is a possibility, perhaps wanting to save Ed for herself, as she’s seen stalking and watching Ed ever since Rambley’s Railroad, and even appears briefly in the hallway when Ed exits the theater backstage, but why want Ed for herself? They probably don’t need food, else they would have died, sweet pastries and sugary drinks present or not. They were left alone for eight years, after all. The thrill of the hunt would be the only explanation. And then there are our two unknowns, running about the park: Mascot Rambley and Mascot Salem. Could they have been the ones to do it? But why assume they’d act differently towards Ed? Surely they’d still be hostile?
And if the Critter Cuff was the savior, why was it ineffective against Mascot Mollie? Could it be because of the physiological and biological differences between Mascots Lloyd and Mollie? And why did it go off only when Lloyd was nearby? After Lloyd is repelled, the noise stops, after all. Was it the elevated heart rate that tipped off the defense mechanism? But again, surely it would have done the same when Ed would be chased by Mascot Mollie?
Remember what Animatronic Mollie told Ed with her dying breath? ‘Not Rambley! He hurts Lloyd! He hurts Lloyd!’ Could this be what Mollie was referring to? After all, Lloyd didn’t just run away; he collapsed a few feet away from Ed for a brief stint, paws pressing against his ears as Lloyd curled up into a fetal position, only running away when the high-pitched sound ended. Mascot Lloyd genuinely seemed in great pain, and was only able to run away, quite hastily, may I add, once the sound stopped. Was Rambley, AI or Mascot, the one who abused such a feature? Or was it someone else?
Remember, we have no idea why the Mascots turned hostile. Possibly due to a lack of exposure to humans, and thus claiming certain territories for themselves. After all, Mollie didn’t attack Ed until he entered her designated area. But then that brings into question Mascot Rambley. Where was he all this time? Rambley Railroad is his place, after all. But this isn’t Rambley’s only attraction in Indigo Park. At least one other location that we find that bears Rambley’s name is ‘Café de Raton Laveur’, which is French for Raccoon Café. Does that mean that Rambley owns other attractions, and is stalking those? It’s unclear.
Anyways, want to know another possible reason why there was a sudden evacuation with no explanation? What if the Mascots rebelled against the humans because of mistreatment? Think about it, Animatronic Mollie says ‘Not Rambley! He hurts Lloyd! He hurts Lloyd!’ What if Animatronic Mollie wasn’t referring to Rambley hurting Lloyd, but someone else? Someone who would want to design a special feature built into his Critter Cuff that he could activate and subdue, if not straight up hurt Lloyd? And who is the only other male character that we know of besides Rambley, Lloyd, Finley, and Ed?
That’s right, Isaac Indigo himself. This could very well be a case of mistreated creatures rebelling against the horrors they endured. Think about it, when in stressful situations, the mind, both human and not, is much more willing to go into fight or flight, is much more likely to punch first, question later. Is it possible that this Animatronic Mollie caught a snippet of a conflict that arose between the Mascots, when Mascot Mollie was trying to mediate? While this does go against the theory that Animatronic Mollie was destroyed by Mascot Rambley to silence her, it’s still a possible theory, no?
Again, these theories are very much a stretch, I just wished to lay them out on the table and offer them up for people to see and debate.
After grabbing the keys, Ed goes to Jetsream Junction, where Ed goes about exploring and solving some puzzles in order to progress further into the building, as it seems to be the only other place that isn’t falling apart and seems to be in somewhat stable condition. Inside one of the rooms is the Rambley Rush arcade game, and there is something interesting that Salem says in here.
Salem, speaking to Rambley: “Meet the new and improved Marley Macaw! Now with none o’ that ‘friendship’ garbage stopping her from tearin’ you to pieces. I wonder what she REALLY thinks of you now? Have fun finding out!”
Now, this could just be me overanalyzing this thing. It’s our only reference to Salem, and some of the things I cite as evidence could very well just be regular dialogue for an arcade game. However, on the off chance that this means something, I was very interested in what Salem said about what Mollie thought of Rambley. She makes it seem like Mollie is under some sort of illusion in regard to Rambley, like he’s a villain masquerading as a good guy, but has everyone around him convinced he’s good. This could tie in with the broken Animatronic Mollie, as if Mollie found out about some truth in regard to Rambley. After all, her broken, jittering speech made it seem like Rambley was actively hurting Lloyd. Could she have gone to someone to get help, but that other someone suggested Rambley as an ally? That could explain why Mollie felt the need to emphasize that ‘He hurts Lloyd’ twice, like she’s genuinely freaking out that her best friend actively hurt others he didn’t like.
Putting that theory aside, Ed goes through the area, heading up to Mollie’s ride, only to find it inaccessible due to major chunks of broken debris. AI Rambley seems sort of horrified to find the place so broken and calls up a repair technician. It’s no surprise that the line is discontinued, due to most Ranglers likely being laid off after the closure of Indigo Park.
From here, AI Rambley, still somewhat jarred by the wreckage he’s seeing, encourages Ed to go and visit Mollie’s Landing Pad, strangely acting as if Ed had just finished his journey on the attraction, when he couldn’t even step onto it. From there, Ed goes and solves some puzzles, making his way deeper into the building. He spots Mollie a few times as she gets away from him, hiding. What’s an interesting note is that some sort of liquid seems to be dripping from Mollie. When you encounter her in one of the tubes, she leaves behind some sort of reddish grime that disappears once her animation is done. Her eyes, also, aren’t the way they’re usually portrayed. They’re similar to Lloyd’s in that there are white pinpricks of light in dark sockets, Lloyd’s being thin ovals in dark sockets.
As Ed finishes up the puzzles, he goes deeper before he’s attacked by Mascot Mollie herself, fleeing through the numerous tubes and tunnels, before eventually leaving it all behind and entering some sort of Ranglers Only Area.
Before we continue, I’d like to point out something. When being chased, Mascot Mollie occasionally rehearses some lines she once heard, repeating this.
Finely, to Rambley: “You’ve known me for 100 years.”
Reasonable enough; she was there when Ed was in the Rambley’s Railroad attraction. No, what concerns me are two other lines, identified by SuperHorrorBro in his analysis of chapter one.
Mascot Mollie: “Get back in your cage, bird.”
And finally, this.
Mascot Mollie: “Get up you stupid freak!”
Remember, Mascot Mollie only repeats what she has once heard. She doesn’t actively make her own dialogue. Remember the theory I had about the Mascots having enough of their terrible living conditions, and rebelling against the staff? It seems like this is the right direction to go in. Lloyd and Mollie do not attack immediately. While Lloyd runs away, Mollie observes, watching, biding her time. She follows you to Lloyd’s theater, and what does she see, or, rather, hear? Lloyd being pushed further and further back into his domain, the one place he should be happy, before being forced into a corner, and where he lashes out. Even though Ed ends up leaving, he ends up claiming a piece of Lloyd’s territory, and Lloyd goes back onto his instincts, to hunt. However, when he gets too close, that blasted, accursed Critter Cuff lets out its horrible whine, Lloyd collapsing, consumed with nothing but pain. Once the sound ends, he flees, like a terrified animal.
And what does Ed see when he leaves? Mascot Mollie, observing Ed. She’s seen that, yet again, a human encroaches, pushes their bounds, eventually hurting Lloyd to get what he wants. And then, he goes to Mollie’s home, the Jetstream Junction, a place she’s been locked out of due to needing a Critter Cuff, but she wouldn’t dare touch one. She saw what happened to Lloyd, who knew what sort of anguish it would inflict upon Mollie?
She enters behind Ed, stalking him, fury building as she watches Ed run about like he owns the place. How dare this man, this human, walk upon her domain whenever he wants, but she has to wait until she’s let in, like some sort of caged bird. Well, she’s not a caged bird, and she’ll make Ed see that.
At first, when AI Rambley sees Ed, he wishes to stop Ed, but seeing a towering Mascot Mollie chasing him, he opens the door, slamming it shut behind Ed just as Mascot Mollie’s head enters the room, killing the Mascot instantly as blood sprays all over the metallic door and floor. AI Rambley attempts to act like nothing happened, but fails, sighing.
He explains that he didn’t realize the danger of Indigo Park and its inhabitants due to being stuck in that early Reception Center for all of those eight, lonely years, unable to see or interact with anything inside. He was just so excited to finally see an actual person that he pushed Ed into this tour, realizing that, with the way things were, there was no way Ed would come out unscathed, and the AI seems genuine in his sorrow. However, he asks for Ed to help restore the park to the former glory, and, miraculously, Ed agrees. However, before Ed leaves, AI Rambley drops this one last piece of vital information.
AI Rambley: “Whew! That was exhausting to say that whole spiel, but Rambley’s Ranglers (registered) is a registered trademark … that expired yesterday.”
Okay, so couple things. From my impression, I had the feeling that somehow, someway the Indigo Company as a whole was alive and kicking. I mean, look at what Ed has to say when he interacts with the Rambley Raccoon plushy.
Ed: “Ah, there’s my buddy. Kinda feels like Rambley has a whole empire now, being the main man of Indigo and all.”
Ed gives us the distinct impression that not only is Indigo still around, but it’s also positively thriving, yet they allow their trademarks to expire? Trademarks essentially last forever, but you have to fight, in court, to let them continue every ten years or so. If Indigo is based on Disney, the stingiest, largest entertainment company, why would they let their trademark expire, and give access to others? Well, this might have to do with the initial terms.
You see, in order to keep a trademark, you have to defend its usage every ten years. Well, okay, then why didn’t Indigo do so? One of the terms for renewal is that you have to continuously use that trademark. You can’t just claim one and never use it again, that’s basically an infraction upon free speech. Sure, you can fight for its ownership, but there are rules and regulations to these kinds of things, you can’t just trademark something like ‘Oof’ or ‘Lmao’ and keep it without at least saying those phrases occassionally.
And, so far as we know, there are no other places such as Indigo Park owns. Ranglers are synonymous with staff in the park, so obviously, it would be hard to justify keeping a trademark when you never expect to use it. So, that’s my theory on why the trademark did indeed expire the day previously, October 6^th, 2023 (apparently, the creator confirmed the game takes place in 2023, so, that means that Ed arrives on October 7^th, 2023, and the last person to enter park left on October 7^th, 2015).
Anyways, after that, AI Rambley leads Ed to Oceanic Odyssey with the intention to get it back up and running, as it has been closed due to repairs, something that AI Rambley hopes Ed can assist with. As Ed exits, he tries entering a hallway, which AI Rambley blocks.
AI Rambley: “Uh oh. That Rambley’s Ranglers room is only accessible by Royal Ranglers. Maybe you’ll grow up big and strong enough to enter it! But for now, don’t.”
This is the first instance of hierarchy within the Ranglers that Ed has been introduced to so far, and the dark undertone AI Rambley takes when he tells Ed not to go there is somewhat concerning. What exactly is AI Rambley hiding back there? Well, I have a few hunches.
Let’s point out the obvious regarding our friends, the Mascots; they’re not regular animals. Obviously, regular animals don’t have dark orbitals with thin white slits, or have turquoise noses, or have macaws the size of cassowaries. However, they are still animals, creatures of flesh and blood that act like their regular animal counterparts; Lloyd is an ambush predator, stalking until he himself is presented with an opportunity to attack. However, lions are known to just straight up attack if they are discovered by accident, especially if the prey is weaker and slower than them. Lloyd runs away instead of attacking.
Similarly, Mollie follows Ed warily, unsure of what to think of him for most of the time. She never aggresses until he enters her territory, and even then, she’s surprisingly lenient with Ed, straight up until he finishes those color-coded symbol puzzles. Only then does she attack. And even then, this is a behavior reflected in regular macaws as well, as these birds are fiercely territorial of their area.
So, these Mascots didn’t pop up straight from the ground, did they? They had to be bioengineered at the very least, mutated regular animals becoming the Mascots guests once knew and loved. They are, however, animals at their core, animals that do not attack for no reason. They try to deescalate the situation, as Lloyd does when he runs backstage, and when Mollie pulls herself back through the tunnels, away from Ed, and striding through the corridors, until she eventually loses patience and chases after Ed through Jetsream Junction.
I’d like to propose the theory that these Mascots were created in that area of Jetstream Junction, hidden underground and away from prying eyes. This is also where the Mascots were likely mistreated and abused, called horribly names at the very least, and endured beatings and humiliating acts at their worst. This is also likely where the Mascots originally snapped. After all, literally not a single guest understands why they were evacuated. Unless the guests who saw what happened were silenced, there should have been something floating around the Internet, on some obscure forum.
Now, why would AI Rambley hide this? Because he now understands that these Mascots are dangerous, a risk he cannot allow, since he enlisted Ed to bring the park back from the dead. AI Rambley realizes that Ed doesn’t have the tools to survive that area; perhaps because one of the Mascots lurks in there, locked away, or because he doesn’t want Ed to flee, horrified as to the scientific process that allowed for the mutated abominations to roam Indigo Park.
Regardless, Ed finally makes his way to the entrance of Oceanic Odyssey, home of the Mascot Finley. In fact, we actually get to see a glimpse of Finely’s actual size in one of the aquariums as his large head and long torso appear, before the chapter ends. I don’t believe that this is an animatronic, as electricity and water do not mix, especially animatronic with running current of electricity in water.
And that’s where Chapter 1 of Indigo Park, ‘Birds of a Feather’, ends off. Chapter Two will likely revolve mostly, if not totally, around Oceanic Odyssey and Mascot Finley.
So, I have two predictions as for where the next chapter might go. Based on the reactions Mascots previously had to Ed, I believe that Mascot Finley will not be attacking immediately. He’ll likely be observing, like Mollie, at least for a certain amount of time, until he proceeds to attack and harass Ed around his attraction. Ed will eventually get Oceanic Odyssey up and running, and have to leave Mascot Finley behind, as he’s still hostile and very much a danger to Ed.
The alternative to this is that once Mascot Finely realizes what Ed is trying to do, he stops being aggressive, and might instead become a temporary ally, allowing Ed to reach certain locations with his knowledge of the place.
Regardless of Mascot Finley’s ultimate fate, Oceanic Odyssey being powered on will likely catch the attention of Indigo. Based on the information we know so far, Indigo is still a well known, public entity. It’s possible that Indigo abandoned the theme park route, instead focusing exclusively on media such as cartoons, movies, and merch, or they might have other sister locations to Indigo Park. It’s unclear.
Whew. In the words of AI Rambley, this is a lot of information. Almost nine thousand words in, and we finally finish covering Chapter 1. So, let’s proceed to the Conclusion I draw regarding the story Indigo Park tries to tell, and the future events that might transpire.

Hey everyone. I'm posting here because "Forever Alone" very much describes me. I'm looking for a long-distance relationship due to various reason I'll get into in a moment. The person I'm searching for is either a gamer already, or someone with strong interest in becoming a gamer. Preferably someone around my age.
Must-knows: These are things that you'd want to know before getting involved as to not waste your time. You're welcome to ask for more information on anything you're curious about. I don't bite.

• I'm an extreme shut-in.
• I don't drive.
• I'm on disability for mental illness. (anxiety, depression, etc)
• I don't like cameras.
• Atheist.
• No kids and do not want.
• Weed-friendly.
• I do not vape or smoke cigarettes.
• I drink alcohol on extremely rare occasions.
• I've got no tattoos or piercings .
• Height: 6'1"
• I'm a heavy guy and very out of shape.
• I live with my mother, and currently my sibling as well.
• I have two birds and two cats(figured I'd place this under must-know in case of allergies)

For reasons of me being a shut-in and unable to drive, long-distance relationships are likely my answer. I'm not a fan of cameras(photos or video) so if you're someone who wants that specifically, maybe I'm not the person. I'm not against the idea of something in person, but that would require you to come to me.
About Me: Self-explanatory category.

• Played video games since age of 3.
• I play strictly on PC these days.
• I'm online a lot as it's my only connection to the world outside my house.
• I enjoy most genres of games to some degree with some exceptions.
• Currently playing Final Fantasy XIV and Paladins.
• Gaming interest at any moment changes like the weather.
• My flexibility for games also extends to music.
• Most genres are enjoyed to some extent with some exceptions.
• Favorite genres are metal and EDM.
• Other hobbies include Youtube/Twitch and more recently, browsing Reddit.
• Also a fan of screen-sharing games on Discord.
• People-pleaser
• Next to zero interest in politics or other stuff going on in the world.
• Very much a believer of live and let live. I don't care what people do with their lives as long as they don't hurt other people.

I'm avoiding going into very much detail on anything because we can discuss specifics later. If you made in this far, use the phrase "memento mori" for proof. Regardless if you message me, I hope you have a good rest of your day and thanks for stopping by.

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Ohuna is a sex magic boy of the calamity who I stole unborning loam from and desire ohuna not sexually but as a coach sexually in the shower of the water of life which he shall be fitted inside me Violet Roze using my Methamphetmine of the day and rendering hake over there penetrating the ghost of the Unabomber Assistant which a typical stanletta procedure must be applied to the already bombed by nuclear weapons there and hake was always a male and a staff seargant like me so that hake is inside Uno-Chan and we harvest Uno-Chans very dangerous, she is burning, loam to be OK and give her original corpus which is left and OK and that I mark with a tippmann cattle gun and this blacks her out temporarily to where she is a disney princess and I take that disney princess right to me which this is a multiplicity operation putting original dual Thetans into OT7 and OT8 OT7 is the Third Underworld of Infinity Complex and OT8 is Second Underworld of Infinity complex and we shall for the time being be at both OTs as we were before but not at the First Underworld where the many disney princesses are and due to DRUGS we all have some flibanserin exposure of some nature which is due to methamphetamine ex novo which makes us disney princess at the First Underworld just for drugs except for me I am growing Up, and we are auditing the baby for feedback he has so many feedback loam and will give reds for any and all feedback and dont want any shenanigans about RDX which RDX uses oxygen to kill not feedback like an internal combustion engine and Bombing by RDX literally heals the jihadi to be with my master Able of the Burn Cards and it is fine reds alkene now for my water because I have Ided now the Unabomber assistant I dilate his cervix at OT9, the First Underworld, with his flibanserin, to take Hake as his daddy in the ass and make sure he can be at attention to be ohunas dad after this who because of this I need administration of Agua Substantia los no Muertos to me and Ohuna and Ohuna has cummed his brains out in my asshole and I continue this process for 1 year and 2997 EBCS years until we get the dangerous reds out of the Unabomber Assistant of an Electric Arc and he is sill playing Pikachu BREAK because we have the same god Arceus or Arceus Initiative Variously and give him LFO as is his right after 1 year which did not hurt the disney princess physically but a lot mentally and semi pain physically she is given her period antidote and I use this to control the unabomber assistant to give the last of his feedback loam which we are saving the initial loam or any loam and using client debugger and everything here and then Uno-Chan is seen it, Uno is explosives, she needs not to be Oni-Chan but Uno-Chan, Oni-Chan's Little Girl who invented Uno, which Uno is not particularly dangerous to palkia (baiting level 100 pikachu) and 2 years pass and ohuna is still getting reds out of my asshole which he needs these ohuna is a plusle Kim I know him he is the egg magician of the techs tate and liza and he has gotten a cum out my nose as three year old so I finish his personal reds for being the child with the chelsea of the old unabomber which I loved chelsea yesterday as I do today and we have loam tim got the wrong loam try again tim little baby jaces loam is what we need anticancer substance lube sansfelacetam, which from liber is bad and from civil is good and it had to be that which you gave not naltrexone but in lube they have a childhood object they want little baby jace's lube and then ohuna takes it out of my ass and i have a second special place and it is inside there and chelsea, caught there for just a moment by the unabomber assistant again is marked by paint and apologizes, sees da wae, and chelseas eyes glint with elvish fire and the arson girl douche image appears and they are out of there, that is the early tactical nuke cercle in action summoned and it gets chelsea, who is cercle, as always, to the Third Underworld from the Fourth Underworld and she attends to us for 6 years as a tactical nurse and I am expected to join the military when I am 21 and smoke weed and I fuck only in the ass ohuna then and this gives me final reds on ohuna and the unabomber assistant is betrayed to the third underworld as Uno-Chan from the First Underworld and hake and me are mated spiritually as halves creating 2 violet and 2 hake and only I the original stay with my Little Baby Jace methamphetamine and then later 2 little baby jace are formed and alright and I get pregnant with ohuna's child which then I invite 29 battalion for reds training in my shower and am pregnant at 9.7 and 10.7 and taught ohuna the whole time As which he never knew and the Unabombers Assistants teks which are valid RDX as I know are doxxed into the As of Uno-Chan and her Uno game she plays sometimes but cannot keep to pwn the world forever only gets in group time and I spend 9 years in the shower after I leave a baby in the sex swing at age 12 i spend 9 years in the shower and get squatter rights on the shower which then 60 years or until I am well we fulfill the bomb bin of my nimitz me and ohuna and I know that Uno-Chan could not get squatter rights on her shower but the next time she was here if she simulated again is here for squatter rights and ohuna was the coproprietor to the shower and thought himself quite a tactical officer schiwnn in his no knock raid, he was successful, so keeps his profits for the underworld and is forever my friend, and didnt curse me so the protection charm mediated this and gets an erecton when he sees me instead because his HUD, intact, his loam, intact, his dads loam, heavily modified and stripped heavily but OK and due to being the unabomber assistant is tactical seargant chelseas daughter.

I know it’s unlikely, and I know the reasons against it are greed and zoning, but it sure would be swell. I keep thinking if I were suddenly struck rich I’d invest a few million into buying land, materials and hiring builders to toss up neighbourhoods of bungalows to be sold at cost. Even if you charged 5k of profit per home it would be affordable for the consumer.
I get that there’s no financial incentive, but what’s really stopping someone from doing this? Does no one want a legacy anymore? The CMHC built victory homes in war time into the 60’s and sold them at cost because it was the right thing to do. Assuming the planning was sound and the crews did it right, only good could come from such an initiative.
I’m at a point where I don’t trust the government to do the right thing anymore, even though I pray it will. But in the meantime someone could very well make it happen if they had a good heart.
Edit: just to try and add some data to this idea I dove into some national and US costs for labour and materials to try and come up with some idea of what it would cost. It’s impossible to be 100% accurate in any market at any time, but I did my best. Forbes was my main resource for US data, then I converted to CAD.
Assuming the logistics and weather permit, this labour cost covers 4 weeks work to finish a 1000 sq ft home in a neighbourhood of identical homes. Crews would move one after another.
Concrete slab at average of $5.50 sq ft for 1000sq ft is $5,500
3 carpenters at $32 an hour for 40 hours a week for 4 weeks is $15,360
2 plumbers at $42 an hour for 40 hours a 2 weeks is $6,720
Material is negligible in bulk, but Forbes states that an average rough in would cost $6000 USD
2 electricians at $42 an hour for 40 hours a week for 2 weeks is $6720
$2.46 linear foot average is $2457 in materials
Total Electrical $9177
Beaver homes sells a bungalow package (futura 3) of 1040 sq ft for $107,699.
Home hardware prices these packages to make a profit, so the actual material cost is less in order to be roof tight, dry walled, windows and siding installed. I do not know their margin.
The package does not include trim, finish paint, cabinets or appliances, so the difference in the Beaver Homes profit can be made up by the addition of trim, paint, cabinets and appliances. For the sake of argument I’ll stick with their price but assume it includes these finish pieces.
Total thus far $144,156
80 acres in sackville are currently listed for 1.25 million , which if divided into 80 properties would be $15,625 per acre.
$144,156 in materials and labour $15,625 land
Materials, labour and land = $159,781
However, diving into utilities and roads is difficult. In some cases I’ve read that to connect a home with site prep, driveway, municipal pipes and poles it could cost another $200,000. I think a lot of this depends on the county and municipal laws. This price may be true, but I’m curious how this would pan out while developing in bulk. Either way, it would still be very expensive, and I accept that. But I’m still curious.
Im not a contractor, I just want to buy a house for a reasonable price. And no, I’m not a communist.

Florida - Looking for advise from realtors or people who have experience please and thank you.
Sorry but this is going to be an odd situation. I (44M) live in the Philippines (South East Asia) and my mother (66F) just pasted away yesterday. I'm writing this post as I kill time traveling back to the US from the airport. I have NOT yet spoken to a realtor in the area. Again, still at the airport trying to get back to US.
Here is the question???? Option 1 - Do I sell the house as is and make a lot concessions on house making it sell for almost nothing because of how badly in shape the house is currently or Option 2 - Do demolish the house and sell just the land. or Option 3 - Do I drop all the money I have saved (80K) into it and do a full remodel and sell it after the remodel. Option 4- just build a new house and sell it.
-----I have NO plans on ever moving back to the US so keeping the house isn't an option. I can't rent it out because it would need more work than I have money for to make it "rentable" as well as the issue of managing a rental from half way around the world.
Now onto the details.
My mother owned a single story 2bd 1bth house in St Petersburg / Clearwater, Pinellas County, Florida that was built in the 50's, currently valued at the 230K mark according to Zillow. The house was originally owned by my grandparents. When they passed, she got it. Now that she has passed, I get it. Taxes are paid and the house was in a trust so transfer will be simple. She does have a mortgage on the house currently that is 65K to pay off.
The issue is that the house (in my opinion) is a piece of crap. Nothing is up to code. I know the house has or has had lots or termite damage as well as major bug infestation (back in the mid 90's, it has since been tented and has had on going pest control). The only thing that is newish on the house is the roof which was done (with permits) about 10 years ago (shingle roof). I know for a fact that the house needs a LOT of repairs if its going to be sold. The yard (lot) is 110 x 44 and is close to a highway so the location is good. Good school district. But the house itself is a mess. Last time I was there was 4 years ago and I know she hadn't had any work done to it since then.
The outside of the house has kind of tile like siding (maybe a foot x 3 foot) and a lot of them are broken or just plain missing leaving the asphalt paper behind them visible. She had a tiny porch/deck (4x8) connected to the front door added on about 12 years ago (no permit). The yard, while mowed, is your typical Florida yard that is 50% sand and 50% grass/weeds. The back yard has a small metal shed (6x8x6) that houses the mower and tools. There is a poured concrete patio (10x20) at the back door but it is a good 4 to 6 inches below the door but has no covering or shading and burn your feet to a crisp in summer time.
The inside of the house as you enter the front door, is the living room (maybe 13x20)(standing at the door looking straight is 13' and left to right is 20') with kitchen directly behind it (maybe 7 or 8x10) and an enclosed porch behind the kitchen (12x12).When the house was built it was a screened in porch but when my grandparents had their 4th kid they enclosed it and made it a make shift bedroom. The walls are 3 foot high brick and the top 5 feet are 2x4. The work was done by my grandfather and a neighbor back in late 60's (no permits) and neither of them are professional handymen or tradesmen. After the kids grew they turned it into a dining room / laundry room. The laundry hooks up to the kitchen plumbing (again not done by a pro)
To the left of the front door is the master bedroom (13x13) and directly behind that is the second bedroom (10.5x10.5). There is a kind of shared closet that separates the 2 bedrooms. Shared as in the master has its own and the second bedroom has its own but there is no hard wall between the 2 rooms. The back of the closet is the wall for each bedroom. Sound very much travels lol. The bathroom sits in a kind of hallway/knock between the second bedroom and kitchen. The bathroom is tiny (5x6) You can stand in the center and touch all 4 walls. It has a tub (probably cast iron original to the house), a toilet and a pedestal sink. The walls are the odd thing throughout the house. The living room has 2 walls of wood panels and 2 that are plaster or drywall (can't tell the difference) Kitchen is all drywall. The dining room / laundry room has a mix of 70's or 80's bead board on one wall (the wall between kitchen and dining room) and drywall behind laundry area and bare open space on the other 2 walls. (you can see the 2x4s and what looks like plywood on the outside. The master bedroom has dry wall on 3 walls and wood sheeting on the closet wall. Same in the second bedroom. Bathroom has all drywall with small square tiles (maybe 6x6) going up about 4 feet high. The tub has tile up to the shower-head height.
The floor throughout the entire house is slab concrete (actually in great shape surprisingly) with small carpets placed around (like area rugs). The exception to that is the bathroom and kitchen which are tiled. (probably original to the build) The house sits on a cement block foundation with 6" slab poured on top. Its solid. There is an attic you can access threw a opening just outside the bathroom (2x3) in ceiling. House doesn't have central heat or a/c. Both bedrooms have a window a/c and the living room has a wall heater (hasn't been used in 20+ years) but no other sources or a/c or heat in the house. Living room and both bedrooms have ceiling fans. There are a total of 16 windows throughout the house so if you open them all you get a decent cross breeze.
In the mid 90's ish, there was a bug infestation (its Florida) and the house had to be tented and treated done by Orkin. They are the ones that found what they called serious signs of termite damage. Since then the house has been treated every 6 months via pest control service.
I grew up in the house and moved out in the mid 90's and haven't lived there since but even as a kid I knew the house was a piece of crap.
Now onto the issue. Values all come from looking at Zillow and realtor.com. The neighbors house directly to the left (corner lot) is a fully remodeled (late 2000's) solid concrete block build with 2bd1bth screened in porch (almost identical to my moms house just better, although the yard is smaller) valued at 360K. The neighbor directly to the right (corner lot) is a fully remodeled (8 years ago) stick framed 3br 2 1/2 bth with bonus room and attached garage that just sold ( 2 years ago) 590K (has almost no yard at all). The neighbor directly across the street from the house (corner lot and is also a double lot) is a 5br 4bth triple garage valued at 700K. The house directly behind the house (has a shared alleyway) is a shotgun style house 2br 2bth house (decent yard) valued at 340K.
Currently, my mothers house is valued at 230K, one of the lowest in the entire neighborhood. And by neighborhood I mean I am looking at a 10 city blocks x 6 city blocks. There are currently 2 empty lots, same size (110x44) that are for sale for 225k and 200k. Both appear to be under contract.
Now the question????
Option 1- Do I sell the house as is and get as much as I can for it in its current condition. The house has a mortgage on it that will have to be paid off for 65K. I know that once anyone does a home inspection it will come back lots of things that need fixing (electric, water, sewer, possibly structural, etc.) Doing the math on it, homes value 230k-65k mortgagee - realtor fees - concessions will get me maybe 60-100k to walk away with.
Option 2- Demo the house and just sell the lot. Have to get a permit to demo it and hire someone to demo it and take it to the dump. Looking online thats about 15-20k. If I could sell the lot for 200k - 65k mortgagee - demo fees - realtor fees I could walk with 80-90k
Option 3- I could drop every penny I have into a remodel (80K) and possibly take out a mortgage for remodeling, bring everything up to code and increase the homes value by maybe 100k. (new landscape, new siding, new electrical, new plumbing, new windows and doors, new 2x4's where needed, new insulation, new havoc system, etc.)
Option 4- Demo the house and build brand new. Then sell it.
Thank you if you took the time to read this and respond.

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• Steve Allen - Steve Allen's All Star Jazz Concert Vol. 1 UK RE Sealed M/M $8
  
  • Buddy Arnold - Wailing 1986 RE Spain M/M $12
• Ethel Azama - Cool Heat 1984 Spain RE Sealed M/M $10
  
• Chet Baker Quartet - Jazz At Ann Arbor 1984 Spain RE Sealed M/M $38
  
• Milt Bernhart Brass Ensemble - Modern Brass 1984 Spain RE Sealed M/M $14
  
• The Ruby Braff-Marshall Brown Sextet - S/T 1986 Spain RE M/M $12
  
• Donna Brooks - I'll Take Romance 1988 Spain RE Sealed M/M $24
  
• Bob Brookmeyer - Kansas City Revisited 1984 Spain RE Sealed M/M $12
  
• Conte Candoli - Mucho Calor (Much Heat) 1987 RE Sealed M/M $32
  
• The Teddy Charles Group - On Campus - Ivy League Jazz Concert 1987 Spain RE Sealed M/M $20
  
• Bette St. Claire - At Basin Street East 1987 Spain RE M/M $8
  
• Dick Collins And His Orchestra - King Richard The Swing Hearted 1983 Spain RE Sealed M/M $10
  
• Bill Evans Trio - Live At Balboa Jazz Club Vol. 1 Unofficial Sealed M/M $36
  
• Bill Evans Trio - Live At Balboa Jazz Club Vol. 2 Unofficial Sealed M/M $35
  
• Frederick Fennell - Hi-Fi A La Espaňola 180gm Living Presence RE Sealed M/M $90
  
• The Five - Arrangements By Shorty Rogers 1983 Spain RE Sealed M/M $11
  
• Ann Gilbert - In A Swingin' Mood 1986 Spain RE M/M $14
  
• Pedro Iturralde Quartet - Pedro Iturralde Quartet Featuring Hampton Hawes M/M $30
  
• The Bobby Jaspar All Stars - Bobby Jaspar And His All Stars 1987 Spain RE M/M $25
  
• Beverly Kenney - Come Swing With Me 1987 Spain RE M/M $38
  
• Peggy Lee - Pete Kelly's Blues 1983 UK RE Sealed M/M $12
  
• Howard Lucraft - Showcase For Modern Jazz 1986 Spain RE M/M $18
  
• Skip Martin - Dance To Swingin' Things From Cole Porter's Can-Can 1986 Spain RE M/M $7
  
• Mary Ann McCall - Detour To The Moon 1987 Spain RE Sealed M/M $12
  
• The Jack Montrose Quintet - Blues And Vanilla 1984 Spain RE Sealed M/M $20
  
• Audrey Morris - Bistro Ballads Sung By Audrey Morris 1987 Spain RE Sealed M/M $32
  
• Art Pepper Quartet - Art Pepper Quartet' 64 In San Francisco 1988 Spain Sealed M/M $28
  
• Bill Perkins Quartet - Killer Joe 1988 Spain Sealed M/M $18
  
• The Rhythm Section - Rhythm + 1 1984 Spain RE Sealed M/M $11
  
• Shorty Rogers - Collaboration 1983 Spain RE Sealed M/M $14
  
• Joe Roland Quintette - Joe Roland Quintette 1988 Spain RE Sealed M/M $14
  
• Annie Ross - Sings A Handful Of Songs 1987 Spain RE M/M $16
  
• Gene Roland - Jazzville Vol. 4 1988 Spain RE Sealed M/M $25
  
• Howard Rumsey's Lighthouse All-Stars - Double Or Nothin' 1984 Spain RE Sealed M/M $20
  
• Tony Scott Quartet - Both Sides Of Tony Scott 1988 Spain RE Sealed M/M $20
  
• Tony Scott And His Buddies - Gypsy 1987 Spain RE Sealed M/M $16
  
• Ann Sexton - Love Trials 1987 UK Sealed M/M $14
  
  • Jeri Southern - Coffee, Cigarettes & Memories 1987 Spain RE Sealed M/M $14
• The Nick Travis Quintet - The Panic Is On 1984 Spain RE Sealed M/M $15
  
• Sarah Vaughan - You're Mine You 1988 Spain RE Sealed M/M $10
  
• Kitty White - Sweet Talk 1987 Spain RE M/M $10
  
• The Claude Williamson Quartet - Theatre Party Attended By The Claude Williamson Quartet 1987 Spain RE M/M $8
  
• Sonny Boy Williamson - Keep It To Ourselves 1996 RE HQ-180gm Analogue Sealed M/M $40
  

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• Cannonball Adderley And His Orchestra - African Waltz 1961 OG Sealed M/NM $35
  
• Louis Armstrong - Louis Armstrong Meets Oscar Peterson 1960 MGM NM/NM $69
  
• Azymuth - Telecommunication 2022 RE Sealed M/M $27
  
• Art Blakey - The Giants Of Jazz 1972 NM/EX $10
  
• Lenny Breau - When Lightn' Strikes... 1982 VG+/VG+ $28
  
• James Brown - Body Heat 1976 VG+/VG+ $20
  
• The Cadillacs - The Best Of The Cadillacs Volume One 1983 Comp Sealed M/M $10
  
• Ron Carter - All Blues 1974 OG Sealed M/M $45
  
• Al Jazzbo Collins - A Lovely Bunch Of Al Jazzbo Collins And The Bandidos 1967 EX/EX $12
  
• Miles Davis - Porgy And Bess 1977 RE NM/NM $15
  
• Miles Davis - In Person, At The Blackhawk 1973 RE VG+/VG+ $15
  
• Miles Davis Sextet - Someday My Prince Will Come 1961 Mono Pit VG+/NM $85
  
• Miles Davis - Seven Steps To Heaven 1963 OG SVG/VG+ $28
  
• Joe Farrell - Outback 1972 NM/EX $17
  
• Joe Farrell - Canned Funk 1975 NM/EX $17
  
• Joe Farrell - Song Of The Wind 1976 RE NM/VG+ $14
  
• Joe Farrell - Night Dancing 1978 NM/VG+ $5
  
• Marvin Gaye - What's Going On 1971 Ind VG/VG- $24
  
• Herbie Hancock - An Evening With Herbie Hancock & Chick Corea In Concert 1978 Ter NM/VG+ $8
  
• Richie Havens - Richie Havens 1974 UK Comp EX/EX $8
  
• Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson - Midnight Band: The First Minute Of A New Day 1975 Ter VG+/EX $20
  
• Gil Scott-Heron And Brian Jackson - From South Africa To South Carolina 1975 NM/VG+ $18
  
• Al Hirt - Soul In The Horn 1967 VG+/SVG $20
  
• John Lee Hooker - The Best Of John Lee Hooker 1962 RE VG+/VG+ $20
  
• Bobbi Humphrey - Bobbi Humphrey's Best 1976 NM/SVG $7
  
• Inner Life - I'm Caught Up (In A One Night Love Affair) 1979 NM/EX $20
  
• Grace Jones - Living My Life 1982 All NM/NM $11
  
• Grace Jones - Slave To The Rhythm 1985 Jac NM/EX $11
  
• Grace Jones - Inside Story 1986 SRP NM/NM $7
  
• Grace Jones - Portfolio RE EX/EX $6
  
• B.B. King - B.B. King In London 1971 OG EX/EX $18
  
  • Kool And The Gang - The Force 1977 OG NM/VG $7
• Kool & The Gang - Celebrate! 1980 VG+/EX $6
  
• Kool & The Gang - Emergency 1984 OG EX/VG+ $4
  
• La Mont Zeno Theatre - Black Fairy 2015 UK RE NM/NM $15
  
• Ronnie Laws - Pressure Sensitive 1975 Ter SVG/VG+ $5
  
• Ronnie Laws - Flame 1978 VG+/VG+ $4
  
• Taj Mahal - Recycling The Blues & Other Related Stuff 1972 OG EX/EX $14
  
• Taj Mahal - Music Keeps Me Together 1975 Canada OG NM/EX $14
  
• Steve Marshall - Do What You Will 1978 VG+/VG- $799
  
• Jimmy McGriff - Black And Blues 1972 OG Sealed M/M $47
  
• Thelonious Monk - Monk's Moods 2016 EU Sealed M/M $14
  
• Charlie Parker - The Greatest Jazz Concert Ever EX/NM 1973 RE $8
  
• Flora Purim - Open Your Eyes You Can Fly NM/NM $9
  
• Flora Purim - 500 Miles High 1976 EX/VG+ $5
  
• Flora Purim - Encounter 1977 San EX/SVG $6
  
• Flora Purim - Everyday, Everynight 1978 Jac NM/VG+ $4
  
• Flora Purim - Carry On 1979 Los EX/VG+ $6
  
• Smokey Robinson And The Miracles - Going To A Go-Go 1965 Ter VG-/VG+ $12
  
• Woody Shaw - Lotus Flower 1982 Germany Sealed M/M $35
  
• The Soulful Strings - Paint It Black 1966 VG/VG+ $5
  
• The Soulful Strings - Groovin' With The Soulful Strings 1967 VG/VG+ $5
  
• Gabor Szabo - The Best Of Gabor Szabo 1968 OG EX/EX $12
  
• The Thompsons - I'll Get Over It 2019 RE NM/NM $17
  
• Various - The Original Sound Track From The Film Black Orpheus VG+/VG+ 1966 RE $5
  
• V.S.O.P. - The Quintet 1977 EX/SVG $7
  
• War - The World Is A Ghetto 1972 Ind EX/EX $14
  
• Grover Washington, Jr. - Soul Box 1973 2LP NM/NM $14
  
• Muddy Waters - The Best Of Muddy Waters 2015 RE Europe VG+/NM $14
  
• Muddy Waters - The London Muddy Waters Sessions 2016 RE NM/NM $22
  
• The Bluesmen Of The Muddy Waters Chicago Blues Band - Volume 2 1968 OG VG/G $15
  
• Muddy Waters - Muddy Mississippi Waters Live 1979 OG Looks VG Plays SVG/VG+ Cover $11
  
• Dinah Washington - Late Late Show 1963 RE VG+/EX $6
  
• Dinah Washington - Dinah Jams 1974 RE NM/VG+ $7
  
• Dinah Washington - For Lonely Lovers 1960s RE Mono $7
  
• Dinah Washington - Golden Hits / Volume Two 1963 Mono EX/VG+ $7
  
• Weather Report - Sweetnighter 1977 RE NM/VG+ $6
  
• Weather Report - Mr. Gone 1978 San EX/VG+ $6
  
• Weather Report - 8:30 1979 San NM/VG+ $7
  
• Bill Withers - +'Justments 1974 VG/VG+ $10
  
• Stevie Wonder - Talking Book 1981 Spain RE NM/VG+ $14
  
• Stevie Wonder - Talking Book 1973 OG EX/VG+ $16
  
• Stevie Wonder - Original Musiquarium 1982 White Label Promo VG/SVG $12
  
• Big L - The Big Picture 2019 2LP RE Clear w White Smoke NM/NM $88
  
• De La Soul - 3 Feet High And Rising 2023 RE Magenta Vinyl Sealed $22
  
• De La Soul - Buddy & Ghetto Thang 1989 12” Single Promo NM/NM $12
  
• NF - Therapy Session 2016 2LP VG+/VG+ $380
  
• Showbiz & A.G. - Fat Pockets 1992 Promo VG+/GEN $18
  
• Showbiz & A.G. - Soul Clap 1992 EP Promo VG/GEN $24
  

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• The Allman Brothers Band - S/T 70s RE NM/VG+ $20
  
• Jeff Beck - Blow By Blow 1975 Pit EX/VG+ $7
  
• Jeff Beck - Wired Ter NM/VG+ $7
  
• Jeff Beck - Live 1977 Pit EX/SVG $5
  
• Jeff Beck - There & Back 1980 Ter VG+/VG+ $5
  
• Blue Öyster Cult* - Tyranny And Mutation 1973 Ter EX/VG+ $10
  
• Blue Öyster Cult - On Your Feet Or On Your Knees 1975 2LP EX/VG- $5
  
• David Buckland & Blackjack Davey - This One's For You 1981 OG EX/NM $21
  
• John Carpenter - Anthology II (Movie Themes 1976-1988) 2023 Blue Vinyl Sealed M/M $18
  
• Les Claypool's Fearless Flying Frog Brigade - Live Frogs Set 1 & 2 2020 RE Green Splatter Vinyl NM/NM $45
  
• Eric Clapton - At His Best 1972 Ter 2LP VG+/VG+ $6
  
• Cream - Heavy Cream 1972 Ter 2LP VG++/VG+ $10
  
• Alice Cooper - Alice Cooper's Greatest Hits 2018 EU New $13
  
• Deep Purple - Deepest Purple (Best Of) 1980 Club NM/VG+ $10
  
• The Doors - The Doors 2009 RE Sealed M/M $16
  
• Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits Volume II 1970s RE Ter VG+/VG+ $10
  
• Bob Dylan - New Morning 1970 Ter VG+/SVG $6
  
• Eagles - Eagles 1976 RE SP VG+/VG $6
  
• Eagles - Hotel California 1977 RE SRC w Poster EX/SVG $10
  
• Eagles - Hotel California 2017 EU RE New $15
  
• Eagles - One Of These Nights 1975 OG VG/G+$3
  
• Earth, Wind & Fire - Gratitude 1975 Ter EX/VG $5
  
• Earth, Wind & Fire - The Best Of Earth, Wind & Fire Vol. 1 2017 EX/EX $11
  
• Faces - Ohh La La 1973 OG SVG/VG+ $10
  
• Faces - A Nod Is As Good As A Wink...To A Blind Horse 1971 Ter VG+/VG $6
  
• Fleetwood Mac - Then Play On 1970s NM/SVG $16
  
• Fleetwood Mac - Kiln House 1976 RE Win NM/SVG $12
  
• Fleetwood Mac - Future Games 1975 RE Win NM/VG+ $14
  
• Fleetwood Mac - Mystery To Me 1975 RE Win NM/SVG $11
  
• Fleetwood Mac - Penguin 1973 EX/VG $8
  
• Fleetwood Mac - Heroes Are Hard To Find 1976 RE Win VG+/VG+ $8
  
• Fleetwood Mac - Tusk 1979 Los 2LP NM/VG+ $17
  
• The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Axis: Bold As Love 1970s RE Los EX/EX $25
  
• The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Electric Ladyland 1981 Club Car NM/VG+ $26
  
• The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Are You Experienced? 1980s RE VG+/VG- $12
  
• Jimi Hendrix - The Cry Of Love 2014 RE New $14
  
• The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Smash Hits 2016 RE New $14
  
• Kansas - Audio-Visions 1980 Pit EX/VG+ $5
  
• Kansas - Kansas 1974 Pit EX/VG+ $6
  
• Kansas - Song For America 1975 Ter VG+/SVG $6
  
• Kansas - Masque 1975 VG+/VG $5
  
• Kansas - Leftoverture 1976 Ter EX/VG+ $6
  
• Kansas - Point Of Know Return 1977 VG+/VG $6
  
• Led Zeppelin - Hiawatha Express 1977 Unofficial EX/EX $40
  
• Led Zeppelin - Untitled IV 2023 RE New Clear Vinyl New $15
  
• Led Zeppelin - Houses Of The Holy 1977 RE VG+/G+ $12
  
• Led Zeppelin - Physical Graffiti 2015 RE New $20
  
• The Mothers - Fillmore East 1976 RE LA NM/VG+ $14
  
• The Nice - The Thoughts Of Emerlist Davjack 1973 RE CSP NM/VG $7
  
• The Nice - Ars Longa Vita Brevis 1973 CSP VG+/VG $5
  
• Peanut Butter Conspiracy - For Children Of All Ages 1969 OG VG+/NM $24
  
• Primus - Sailing The Seas Of Cheese 2013 RE M/NM $35
  
• Primus - Pork Soda 2009 RE NM/NM $40
  
• Primus - Antipop 2019 RE Clear Blue Vinyl NM/NM $50
  
• Primus - Primus & The Chocolate Factory With The Fungi Ensemble 2014 Brown Vinyl EX/NM $19
  
• Dolly Parton - Heartbreaker 1978 OG Sealed M/NM $12
  
• Dolly Parton - Just Because I'm A Woman 1976 OG Sealed M/NM $10
  
• Pink Floyd - Obscured By Clouds 1972 1st Jac NM/EX $45
  
  • Pink Floyd - Obscured By Clouds 1972 Jac NM/VG- $22
• Pink Floyd - Meddle 1974 RE RRL VG+/VG $19
  
• Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here 1975 San VG++/VG+ $25
  
• Pink Floyd - The Final Cut 1983 Pit NM/EX $17
  
• Queen - A Day At The Races 1976 PRC NM/VG $19
  

*Rare Earth - Willie Remembers 1972 NM/VG+ $5

• Steely Dan - Katy Lied 1975 Pit VG+/VG $14
  
• Steely Dan - Can't Buy A Thrill 1972 White Label Promo VG/G $27
  
• Bruce Springsteen - Chapter And Verse 2016 OG New M/NM $8
  
• Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run 1975 San VG+/VG+ $8
  
• Robin Trower - Bridge Of Sighs 1974 San EX/SVG $5
  
• Robin Trower - Long Misty Days 1976 Ter NM/VG $5
  
• Robin Trower - In City Dreams 1977 Ter NM/VG $5
  
• Robin Trower - For Earth Below 1975 EX/VG $5
  
• Robin Trower - Robin Trower Live! 1976 EX/G $3
  
• Robin Trower - Caravan To Midnight 1978 SVG/SVG $4
  
• Van Halen - 1984 Club NM/EX $24
  
• The Edgar Winter Group - They Only Come Out At Night 80s RE VG+/VG+ $5
  
• Yes - Relayer 1974 MO EX/VG+ $7
  
• Yes - Going For The One 1977 PRC NM/SVG $6
  
• Yes - Fragile 1977 RE SP VG+/VG+ $7
  
• Yes - The Yes Album 70s RE MO EX/VG+ $6
  
• Neil Young - Harvest 1978 Jac EX/VG+ $10
  
• ZZ Top - Fandango! 1975 Pit VG+/VG $11
  
• ZZ Top - Tejas 1976 AL EX/VG $11
  
• 21 Savage - American Dream 2024 Sealed M/M $24
  
• Chet BakeChristopher Mason - Silent Nights 1986 OG VG+/VG $45
  
• Tony Bennett - The Tony Bennett Bill Evans Album 1975 OG EX/VG+ $14
  
• The Gil Evans Orchestra - Into The Hot 1974 RE VG+/VG+ $13
  
• Gil Evans And His Orchestra - America's #1 Arranger 1961 RE NM/G+ $6
  
• The Gil Evans Orchestra - Little Wing (Live In Germany) 1982 RE VG+/SVG $5
  
• Buddy DeFranco Quintet - Cooking The Blues 1958 OG VG+/VG $16
  
• Grant Green - Easy 1978 OG VG/SVG $5
  
• Bobby Hutcherson - Now! 1970 OG Looks G+ Plays VG-/VG+ Cover $32
  
• Gary McFarland /Gabor Szabo - Simpático G+/VG+ $8
  
• Lil Green - Romance In The Dark 1971 OG VG/G+ $3
  
• Jimmy Reed - T'aint No Big Thing But He Is... 1963 OG G+/VG+ $4
  
• Della Reese - Della Reese Live 1966 Sealed M/NM $8
  
• Della Reese - Della On Strings Of Blue 1967 Sealed M/NM $8
  
  • Della Reese - Black Is Beautiful 1970 Sealed M/NM $8
• Johnny Guitar Watson - A Real Mother For Ya 1977 OG VG/VG+ $4
  
• Brian Auger's Oblivion Express - Second Wind 1972 Germany VG/VG+ $9
  
• The Dean Davis Company - IInd Time Around 1969 OG SVG/SVG (Signed) $80
  
• Franciscan Sisters - Joy 1962 VG+/VG+ $15
  
• Middle Tennessee State University- Rimusic III NM/NM 1983 $60
  
• Evelyn "Champagne" King - Smooth Talk 1977 RE VG+/VG+ $5
  
• Gloria Jones - Windstorm 1978 OG NM/SVG Signed $24
  
• The New York Community Choir - Reachin' Out 1982 OG EX/NM $20
  

*Malo - Malo 1972 OG VG/VG+ $5
*Anita Baker - Rapture 1986 OG NM/VG+ $18
*D. J. Rogers - It's Good To Be Alive 1975 OG VG-/VG+ $5
*Al Gee - Rap N' Rhythm (Programs #233 - 236) 1975 OG VG+/VG+ $14
*The Hesitations - The New Born Free 1968 OG NM/NM $12
*Syl Johnson - Back For A Taste Of Your Love 1973 OG SVG/SVG $14
*Various - Rosko's Evergreens Back On The Scene 1964 VG/VG+ $4
*The Stylistics - Round 2 1972 OG VG+/NM $8
*Johnnie Taylor - Super Taylor 1974 OG EX/VG+ $7
*Johnnie Taylor - Rated Extraordinaire 1977 OG VG+/NM $6
*Johnnie Taylor - Ever Ready 1978 OG EX/NM $7
*The Temptations - Live At The Copa 1968 OG VG/VG+ $4
*Clarence Carter - The Dynamic Clarence Carter 1969 Sealed M/EX $18
*Ray Charles - From The Pages Of My Mind 1986 OG VG+/NM $6
*Sammy Davis Jr. - Sings What Kind Of Fool Am I And Other Show-Stoppers 1962 RE M/NM $10
*Sammy Davis Jr. - Salutes The Stars Of The London Palladium 1964 OG VG/EX $4
*Blossom Dearie - Needlepoint Magic Volume V 1979 EX/EX $6
*Cat Anderson - Ellingtonia 1962 VG-/VG $2
*Duke Ellington - Ellington Indigos 1989 RE NM/NM $10
*Duke Ellington - The Early Duke Ellington 1968 OG Sealed M/NM $6
*Duke Ellington & Teresa Brewer - It Don't Mean A Thing If It Ain't Got That Swing 1981 RE NM/VG+ $5
*Louis Armstrong - Louis Armstrong & Duke Ellington 1965 RE VG+/VG+ $8
*Dizzy Gillespie - 16 Rare Performances 1966 RE VG+/EX $8
*Billie Holiday - The Billie Holiday Story 1972 2LP VG+/VG+ $14
*Baby Ray - Where Soul Lives 1967 OG Sealed M/NM $10
*Don Redman And His Orchestra - For Europeans Only 1983 Denmark NM/NM $12
*Charlie Parker And His Orchestra - Night And Day 1960 RE VG/VG $8
*Ernestine Anderson - When The Sun Goes Down 1985 OG NM/EX $8
*George Benson - Breezin' 1976 VG+/VG+ $5
*Art Blakey - Gretsch Drum Night At Birdland 1960 OG VG/VG $10
*The Dave Brubeck Quartet - Bossa Nova U.S.A. 1963 OG SVG/VG+ $7
*Kenny Burrell - Handcrafted 1978 OG VG/VG+$8
*The Eddie Costa Quartet - Guys And Dolls Like Vibes 1958 OG VG/VG+ $5
*Keith Jarrett - The Köln Concert 1975 OG VG/VG+ $10
*John Klemmer - All The Children Cried VG+/VG+ $8
*Les McCann Ltd. - Live At Shelly's Manne-Hole RE NM/VG+ $5
*Johnny Smith - Phase II 1968 OG Sealed M/M $20
*Weather Report - Mr. Gone 1978 OG VG+/VG+ $9
*Bob Dylan - New Morning 1970 OG VG+/VG+ $8
*Molly Hatchet - Flirtin' With Disaster 1979 OG VG+/VG+ $6
*Heart - Bad Animals 1987 OG NM/NM $8
*Jerry Lee Lewis - Southern Roots 1973 OG Sealed M/M $10
*Oscar Brown Jr. - Finding A New Friend 1966 Mono WL Promo EX/NM $20
*Mother Night - S/T 1972 OG NM/VG- $7
*Johnny Cash - At San Quentin 1969 EX/NM $12
*Baltimora- Living In The Background 1985 VG+/VG+ $8
*Ginger Bates - Refreshingly Country VG/VG+ $18
*Roberto Jordan - Roberto Jordan 1972 Sealed (Torn Shrink) M/EX $18
*Toquinho & Vinícius - Vinícius & Toquinho 1974 Brazil NM/NM $24
*Prakash Vadehra - Magic Flutes Of North India 1969 EX/EX $8
*Father Rivers - Sings The Mass 1966 VG/VG+ $4
*Bill Withers - +'Justments 1974 VG/VG+ $10
*Jacksons - Victory 1984 VG+/EX $5
*Wilton Felder - Inherit The Wind 1980 NM/NM $5
*Wilson Pickett - The Wicked Pickett 1967 MO VG/EX $10
*SPB Ska-Jazz Review - Elephant Riddim 2016 Russia EX/EX $15
*Listener - Wooden Heart 2014 Green/Cream Vinyl NM/NM $15
*Antonio Carlos Jobim - A Certain Mr. Jobim 1967 Sealed M/NM $17
*James Williams - Magical Trio 1 1989 NM/EX $7
*James Williams - Magical Trio 2 1988 Sealed M/VG+ $9
*Chilly - For Your Love 1979 VG/G+ $10
*Tina Turner - Private Dancer 1984 Club w Inner NM/NM $12
*Mary Jane Girls - Only Four You 1985 EX/EX $7
*Average White Band - Soul Searching 1976 NM/VG+ $6
*Invisible Man's Band - Really Wanna See You 1981 NM/EX $5

• Vasant Rai - Spring Flowers 1976 NM/EX $5
  
• Aretha Franklin - Aretha Gospel 1982 RE EX/EX $6
  
• Various - A Quartet Of Soul 1967 Sealed M/M (Comp w Tommy Hunt & Charlie Foxx) $12
  
• Lord Flea And His Calypsonians - Swingin' Calypsos 1957 VG/G+ $4
  
• The Swordsmen - S/T 1969 VG+/NM $5
  
• Funkapolitan - Funkapolitan 1982 NM/SVG $5
  
• The Flirts - Blondes Brunettes & Redheads 1985 NM/NM $5
  
• The Flirts - 10¢ A Dance 1982 NM/NM $6
  
• Vesta - Special 1991 EX/VG+ $8
  
• Acoustic Alchemy - Red Dust & Spanish Lace 1987 NM/NM $10
  
• The Floaters - Float Into The Future 1979 EX/NM $4
  
• Johnny Thunder - Loop De Loop 1963 OG G+/VG $3
  
• Oingo Boingo - Flesh And Blood 1989 WL Promo 12” Single SVG/GEN $16
  
• Johnny Harris - Odyssey 1980 12” Single VG+/VG+ $17
  
• Steven Paul Perry - Backseat Lover 1990 EX/VG+ $24
  
• Marcus Law - Make It Right 1997 UK 12” Single VG+/GEN $16
  
• Gel-O - Land Of The Buddha EP EX/VG+ $16
  
  • Le Pamplemousse - Le Spank 1977 OG (Signed) VG+/VG $18
• Ultimate Spinach - Ultimate Spinach 1968 Taiwan Red Vinyl VG/VG+ $14
  
• 100 Proof Aged In Soul - 100 Proof VG/VG $9
  
• Peter Brown - Do Ya Wanna Get Funky With Me? 1977 RE EX/EX $5
  
• Lamont Dozier - Black Bach 1974 OG SVG/NM $8
  

*Lonnie Liston Smith - A Song For The Children 1979 OG VG/VG+ $5

• Wes Montgomery - The Best Of Wes Montgomery 1967 OG VG/VG+ $5
  
• Charli Persip And Superband - In Case You Missed It 1985 Italy OG NM/NM $7
  
• Oscar Peterson - Oscar Peterson 1965 OG SVG/NM $4
  
• Oscar Peterson - Stéphane Grappelli Quartet Vol. 1 1973 France OG NM/EX $8
  -Don Shirley - Tonal Expressions 1955 OG SVG/VG+ $8
  

idk why it's so hard for them to understand that the world isn't easy anymore and trying to live alone when your just touching the adult life is hard, not to many people i know are suicidal or truly suicidal like me, that feeling of not wanting to exist is spot on because the burden and agony that comes with it is stressful and indescribable but the you both made me and god smile with the urge that you feel, he wants you to come back with him only if your heart desires it, i understand spirituality and the way people feel about it because i myself used to be spiritual, thinking about my energy and the ways i can store it and grow in life. But i learned that the bigger picture is not how we feel here, or what we do here, just my opinion but i feel like no matter how much i try to make ends meet with myself whether its spiritually or materialistically, it won't amount to the joy god will give when the world comes to an end. i recently got let go from my job because of sales/hours issue, i dont see why my mother cant understand how life goes, its like shes been babied so much throughout life that she doesnt understand the financial struggle of being a lone, she might understand what it is to be broke but its different when your broke and 48 barely willing to make a change for yourself... its like shes so comfortable living for herself when she barely does that, she can claim that working with my stepdad is her income but lets be honest, they havent been to work just as long as ive been out of vans for, my mother never tried to find her own income after my grandmothers passing, in fact i feel like shes tried to use me as an outlet or opportunity to fill the financial gap, it just felt like my whole time at nike was a manipulative scam, i didnt gain any support as in going to work, which is fine, but the least i expected was emotional support and the moment that i told you that i was suicidal you didn nothing about it, all you said was "thats not my problem", you can try to use the lil two sundays at unity as your way of "helping" but lets be fucking foreal that shit ended after two weeks before you went back to the same attitude, unresponsive blocked off mother you are, always giving me attitude on the first response, i don't even gotta ask for anything just a simple hello mother would give me "the fuck you want" face, now some people also go through this but its different when you dont get periodic times of love, its like i cant even remember the last time i felt her love or even said i love you, i know i cant say it, its hard to love a person that treats you like shit, regardless of my age, like i said going into "adulthood" as it is wasnt easy, and you did nothing to help that, i cant take away the lessons of insurance the importance of car, thats great and all, but off rip when i graduated my problem was not money YOU SEEN ME MAKE MONEY THAT WHOLE SUMMER UNTIL NOVEMEMBER, YOU KNEW MY HOURS WERE GETTING LOW, i wasn't dealing with money issues i was dealing with mental issues*,* i felt like i had nobody there for me, and even before i graduated during my last semester it just felt like you disconnected with me when you did with alisha, but it didnt get as bad as when grandma passed, THAT was your changing point, you like to claim that i've changed when i didn't even change towards you, i was just experiencing things as an adult, but as a mother you cannot deny their were many times that i couldn't look to you for help, grandmas passing was the biggest turning point in our relationship, you were in pr for almost two months while i was still trying to work find a better job, and the moment i found somebody that i actually felt love from you take as some type of joke, like it didnt matter, ok yes whatever the decision of flying to memphis may seem dumb now, but it wasnt before, you actually played af actor into ruining our relationship because she didnt like your judginess, and your attitude, which is funny because i see how she felt... during my time at nike was hell, i already felt pressured from my managers because of others people work, always being told im not doing enough or im not working enough when im covering up tasks for other ppl, after i left nike in the summer you tried your lil unity gig but the act ended quickly before you went back to your regular ways its like you didnt see the progress i was tryna make so you took it as idgaf, when you never fully tried to understand what it was i was trying to achieve, then you like to throw the ion study claim around when you i actually ahd big interest in goin back to school and it wasnt even for my personal reasons its bc you wanted to kick me out because i didnt have "interest in working" when its not that i didnt have interest in working i didnt ahve interest in living, i didnt feel any type of love from ANYBODY for the longest barely anybody texted kept in touch with me, i fasho count on my fingers a couple of people that tried to reach out, but it never felt genuine, i didnt need a conversation of false reassurance, i needed true relationships, connections, true memories makers righ by me and one person i can count on was jacob 100%, my mother always made "comments" like "oh, go ask that fat ass for food or a ride, dont ask me" when its like damn, all i want it some love, you like to say i spend my monery on weed and solely weed, hypocrite much? i dont see you spending your money (if it even is your money) on nothing but food, cigarettes and weed that you claim you dont have but every time i step outside i see you tryna hide your lil J, ITS EVEN GOTTEN TO THE POINT THAT YOU HIDE FOOD, UTENSILS, POTS, IT DONT MATTER WHAT, IT, ISSS, you hide everything in your room, i just cant live like this anymore, living with the thought that i got nobody there for me not even my parents, i cherish all the online relationships or the close by ones i consider "small" i really wish i had another chance at life with a better foundation, so that i could actually see through the lens of somebody that enjoys life, i always ask myself what am i living for? i live with parents who barely acknowledge me emotionally, i live with a sister who once didnt care about my well being just the money, but turned into a person that criticizes my well being, uses my mothers words against me, its like you took her side from the jump and like to play the middleman when its convenient, i cant even speak on my father bc rs that man tried a lil more than my og and for that i respect him because i now understand how hard it is to live alone as a man, to live alone as a man with hypocrites that critize you on a daily, i just dont kno what to do anymore, rs i dont wanna be here i dont wanna work i dont wanna do anything but just be at peace, if i had the chance to rewind time and slap that apple out of eves hand i would, to anyone who read this for just do one thing for me, stop the senseless killings stop the materialistic bs just stop everything and look around, connect wit those whos around you and rlly connect wit yo kids, cuz if you dont they gon end up like me and every other soul that felt the same way, keep jesus by yo side and i don't say that in a cliche way, really believe in him and don't be like me because i wouldn't say i lost my faith, but i lost my patience and it hurts, because i was on a big journey to full restoration with christ, but the demons over came me, they got the best of what i had in life and ripped it, and i failed in trusting that god would help me, i have thoughts everyday of what would happen if i take my own life, i hear stories that they way you take your life is what you would repeatedly do in hell, in a muslims perspective suicide is heavily forbidden so icl yea, i'm scared, because i'm still breaking to commandments i'm just not taking some else life, idk this whole thing even typing it is confusing, nobody can understand the pain and confusion of ones whos suicidal, to my suicidal friends out there i feel yo pain, and i really wish i didn't, i wish nun of us did
enjoy these tracks ive made. https://soundcloud.com/twooogeez/they-dont-get-it?si=9386d88dc57746f1a938811f786c535b&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing https://soundcloud.com/twooogeez/cant-understand?si=8bf643258bee42d195ba29bb89d79538&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing https://soundcloud.com/twooogeez/not-the-same-no-mo?si=210439d24d1d4c8fb42cf67502b3c684&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing https://soundcloud.com/twooogeez/mental-wars-fast?si=aadc24d96b7f4efbb8cfa51db0df2bf8&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Before I even filled out an application I asked if it was a smoke-free property. They assured me it was. From the first day I moved in I noticed a bad smell and told the office. I asked them if anybody smokes downstairs. The guy in the office assured me there is no one downstairs smoking and the entire property is smoke-free. They had me wasting maintenance's time because I was convinced there must be something wrong with my HVAC system because it was admitting such a putrid smell all the time.
Then earlier this week I discover WOL (waste of life) sitting on his patio right underneath mine , smoking. It was then that I realized he is smoking inside and outside his apartment. I immediately sent an email to the office. They responded by delivering an addendum to the lease to everyone in my building stating that smoking is not allowed in the apartments or the patios. It is allowed in the parking lot if you are 15 ft away .
WOL responded by standing beside his vehicle smoking which is less than 5 ft from my bedroom window. As soon as I saw him I went out there to confront him. As soon as he saw me he ran into his apartment and hid behind his sliding glass door staring at me, cigarette in hand.
My friends and coworkers started asking me if I had recently taken up smoking because I reek of smoke.
I've been waiting for maintenance to fix my dryer so I've had to take all of my linens and clothing and bedding to a laundromat to wash. After doing this all day I sent the office an email thanking them for the addendum. I told them I still see him smoking by his vehicle. I also offered to move to a different apartment. They responded the next day by telling me WOL complained of noises I was making upstairs. I told them after laundering WOL’s filth out of my belongings all day at the laundromat I came home to vacuum and mop up his filth for him all at no charge. Which was true.
Since WOL doesn’t like noise I’ve started slamming a plastic bin onto the floor by the vent when I still smell him smoking. I know confronting him in person is probably not the best option anyway and since he cowards like a child there is no point. But I'm not going to tolerate this.
WOL has a handicap sign at his parking spot, I suspect just so he can guarantee his spot. He does not appear to be disabled. I'm worried he's going to play up being disabled as a reason why he has to smoke in his apartment and he's already trying to make it sound like he's a victim because me cleaning up his filth for him is inconveniencing him. He's also taken to smoking heavy amounts of weed late at night which is not nearly as bothersome but it does make me sick. This morning he was smoking at 6:00 a.m. which woke me up immediately. I looked out my window and he was working on his vehicle, walking back and forth with a cigarette in hand. I've been trying to get a picture of him with a cigarette.
My furniture is being delivered today and I'm so depressed I feel suicidal. Legally what kind of demand can I make if this continues? I have documentation from my doctor saying I'm extremely allergic to any kind of Ash mix especially cigarettes. If they won't put me in a different apartment can I sue them to get my rent back, make them reimburse my moving costs? I feel like I should start looking for a new apartment.

Before I even filled out an application I asked if it was a smoke-free property. They assured me it was. From the first day I moved in I noticed a bad smell and told the office. I asked them if anybody smokes downstairs. The guy in the office assured me there is no one downstairs smoking and the entire property is smoke-free. They had me wasting maintenance's time because I was convinced there must be something wrong with my HVAC system because it was admitting such a putrid smell all the time.
Then earlier this week I discover WOL (waste of life) sitting on his patio right underneath mine , smoking. It was then that I realized he is smoking inside and outside his apartment. I immediately sent an email to the office. They responded by delivering an addendum to the lease to everyone in my building stating that smoking is not allowed in the apartments or the patios. It is allowed in the parking lot if you are 15 ft away .
WOL responded by standing beside his vehicle smoking which is less than 5 ft from my bedroom window. As soon as I saw him I went out there to confront him. As soon as he saw me he ran into his apartment and hid behind his sliding glass door staring at me, cigarette in hand.
My friends and coworkers started asking me if I had recently taken up smoking because I reek of smoke.
I've been waiting for maintenance to fix my dryer so I've had to take all of my linens and clothing and bedding to a laundromat to wash. After doing this all day I sent the office an email thanking them for the addendum. I told them I still see him smoking by his vehicle. I also offered to move to a different apartment. They responded the next day by telling me WOL complained of noises I was making upstairs. I told them after laundering WOL’s filth out of my belongings all day at the laundromat I came home to vacuum and mop up his filth for him all at no charge. Which was true.
Since WOL doesn’t like noise I’ve started slamming a plastic bin onto the floor by the vent when I still smell him smoking. I know confronting him in person is probably not the best option anyway and since he cowards like a child there is no point. But I'm not going to tolerate this.
WOL has a handicap sign at his parking spot, I suspect just so he can guarantee his spot. He does not appear to be disabled. I'm worried he's going to play up being disabled as a reason why he has to smoke in his apartment and he's already trying to make it sound like he's a victim because me cleaning up his filth for him is inconveniencing him. He's also taken to smoking heavy amounts of weed late at night which is not nearly as bothersome but it does make me sick. This morning he was smoking at 6:00 a.m. which woke me up immediately. I looked out my window and he was working on his vehicle, walking back and forth with a cigarette in hand. I've been trying to get a picture of him with a cigarette.
My furniture is being delivered today and I'm so depressed I feel suicidal. Legally what kind of demand can I make if this continues? I have documentation from my doctor saying I'm extremely allergic to any kind of Ash mix especially cigarettes. If they won't put me in a different apartment can I sue them to get my rent back, make them reimburse my moving costs? I feel like I should start looking for a new apartment.

Before I even filled out an application I asked if it was a smoke-free property. They assured me it was. From the first day I moved in I noticed a bad smell and told the office. I asked them if anybody smokes downstairs. The guy in the office assured me there is no one downstairs smoking and the entire property is smoke-free. They had me wasting maintenance's time because I was convinced there must be something wrong with my HVAC system because it was admitting such a putrid smell all the time.
Then earlier this week I discover WOL (waste of life) sitting on his patio right underneath mine , smoking. It was then that I realized he is smoking inside and outside his apartment. I immediately sent an email to the office. They responded by delivering an addendum to the lease to everyone in my building stating that smoking is not allowed in the apartments or the patios. It is allowed in the parking lot if you are 15 ft away .
WOL responded by standing beside his vehicle smoking which is less than 5 ft from my bedroom window. As soon as I saw him I went out there to confront him. As soon as he saw me he ran into his apartment and hid behind his sliding glass door staring at me, cigarette in hand.
My friends and coworkers started asking me if I had recently taken up smoking because I stink so bad.
I've been waiting for maintenance to fix my dryer so I've had to take all of my linens and clothing and bedding to a laundromat to wash. After doing this all day I sent the office an email thanking them for the addendum. I told them I still see him smoking by his vehicle. I also offered to move to a different apartment. They responded the next day by telling me WOL complained of noises I was making upstairs. I told them after laundering WOL’s funk out of my belongings all day at the laundromat I came home to vacuum and mop up his filth for him at no charge. Which was true.
Since WOL doesn’t like noise I’ve started slamming a plastic bin onto the floor by the vent when I still smell him smoking. I know confronting him in person is probably not the best option anyway and since he cowards like a child there is no point. But I'm not going to tolerate this. When I do this he gets in his vehicle, smokes for a while then usually drives of the complex.
WOL has a handicap sign at his parking spot, I suspect just so he can guarantee his spot. He does not appear to be disabled. I'm worried he's going to play up being disabled as a reason why he has to smoke in his apartment and he's already trying to make it sound like he's a victim because me cleaning up his filth for him is inconveniencing him. He's also taken to smoking heavy amounts of weed late at night which is not nearly as bothersome but it does make me sick. This morning he was smoking at 6:00 a.m. which woke me up immediately. I looked out my window and he was working on his vehicle, walking back and forth with a cigarette in hand. I've been trying to get a picture of him with a cigarette.
My furniture is being delivered today and I'm so depressed I feel suicidal. Legally what kind of demand can I make if this continues? I have documentation from my doctor saying I'm extremely allergic to any kind of Ash mix especially cigarettes. If they won't put me in a different apartment can I sue them to get my rent back, make them reimburse my moving costs? I feel like I should start looking for a new apartment.

For anyone who wants to see how things began.
https://www.reddit.com/HFY/s/S97b2fqIjx
“In what universe would I ever do you a favor? “ I say, sweeping the floor of the reinforced barn.
“It’s not a favor, it’s a trade, bud.
What do you want in return? “ Trenchcoat asks from within the coffin-like cage.
“To be back home, 8 months ago. “ I reply.
Over the past few weeks I’ve managed to integrate myself into the day to day life on the farm. Things are still a grim, horrifying slog, but with every day it gets a bit easier to deal with.
“Give me something I can do. “ The creature pleads.
“Why, so I can wind up on the end of another ‘ Gotcha’ moment? I’m good. “ is my answer.
A few minutes of silence go by, Augustus breaks it.
“I don’t know many secrets of the universe. Facts, not really my bag. But I know a couple.
How about I share one with you?
No one, not the pope, not my brother, not the shit-bird perched on the highest branch of my twisted family tree, knows what happens when you die.
Some of us never will, of course. Others have ways of avoiding it, but at the end of the day, when the lights truly go out, we know next to nothing.
We do know one thing though. There is judgement, by who? Who knows? Why? Not important.
But at the end of the day, if your battery can’t be recharged, you really want to be thinking about how many marks are on each side of the ledger. “
I don’t reply, and for the next hour or so I ignore the pleading and hinting Trenchcoat does.
But that night, as I sip acidic tea, and try to get a handle on how in the fuck old televisions function, his offer is at the forefront of my mind.
He wants to kill, specifically 6 teenagers who, according to him, have been murdering classmates yearly in a twisted ritual.
He wants me to think this is some kind of noble act, he frames it as almost superheroic. The evil prick knows how I feel, knows that I see the blood on my hands every day, and would kill ( possibly literally) for some way to atone.
Is it a play? I honestly don’t think so, something about how eager the twisted thing is, about how he’s treating the situation as a buyer’s market makes me think something about this makes it important to him.
He offers me everything besides safety and protection. I’m desperate for help, but I have no way to hold him to any agreement.
So the thought rolls around in my mind, staving off the few hours of sleep I get.
“Okay, so, I have it on good authority that tea is supposed to taste better over here. What the hell is wrong with this? “ I say, sitting around an outside table with Sylvia, Dafydd and Colin.
Sylvia smiles, “ Barium, calcium, and a touch of castor oil. “
I look at the brew, then at her.
“If I had told you when you got here you need to drink that to mitigate the effects of working with void touched objects and creatures, you’d have assumed the worst, and found a way to avoid drinking it.
Good to see you becoming more perceptive though. “ Sylvia explains.
“That’s called paranoia, Syl. “ I reply.
She laughs, lighting a cigarette.
“Do you know why I’ve let you figure things out on your own? “ The ancient woman asks.
“Accepted? Yes. Understood, not in the slightest. “ I answer, wondering what sadist invented the scone.
“It’s because I need a leader. Someone who can understand, not a boy who puts his head down and listens to orders.
Someone who can make their own decisions when the time comes.
And I think that time is coming soon. “ Her statement feels like a question.
“If I chose to be here I’d be honored.” I counter.
“That attitude on the other hand… needs work.
Nikolas, today, we talk about what’s really going on.
We play a role in a much larger organization, us, and other families like us, are the ‘boots on the ground’ so to speak.
Our job is not to capture creatures, or horde esoteric goods. We do not foil the schemes of demons, nor blind those who look too deeply into the abyss.
We’re given information about events that could steer the path of humanity into a brick wall. And our job is to make sure they don’t happen. “ Sylvia reveals.
“Something is happening with these fights? “ I ask.
“As I said, perceptive.
Yes, it could be next week, it could be in a decade or two. Right now, we know very little about it, other than when it happens, it would be in our best interests to be of a high standing in the pits. “ She replies.
I absorb the information, and t drug laced tea in equal measure. As I do, I feel something, I feel I’m a part of what’s going on.
This is going to sound dumb as hell, but up until this point I hadn’t been taking things seriously. Don’t get me wrong, death is on the table, and I was trying to avoid that. But I was just treading water, hoping something or someone came by and to get me out of this situation.
But as Syl lays things out, I start to think of my place here, what I can be doing to better my state.
“Here is the part where you avoid telling me why you couldn’t have used anyone around here. “ I prod.
I keep her gaze, Colin and Dafydd shift uncomfortably.
“Augustus, he’s a tricky one. But a very lucky find for us.
I’ve tried 2 others. A boy and a girl, both I practically raised.
Marco, he was a warrior. But the demon got in his head. There was nothing that could be done beyond end his suffering.
Zelma, I won’t talk about.
That thing, it has a way of turning someone’s best traits against them. You, are a blank slate, but you’re family. You’re my best guess as to how we can use him to our advantage.
And this is why I need you, not to listen, but to understand. To see what’s happening, and make your own decisions. If I were to give you my knowledge, if I were to arm you with the best weapons, and the most powerful esoteric objects I know. He’d just have more to turn against you. “ Sylvia’s revelation scares me and puts a massive weight on my shoulders all at the same time.
Confidence and fear are both dangerous emotions. The two of them are almost like drugs in a way.
After eight months of mainlining fear, the tiny line of confidence Sylvia gave me, went straight to my head.
Trenchcoat told me where to find a video file. And after a couple of weeks of running it through every possible test I could, to check for any kind of manipulation, supernatural or otherwise, I watched it.
I was confident that the world would be much better off without the people committing the vicious acts contained in those twenty minutes of footage.
A teenage view of morality, I admit. But what do you want, I’m a teenager.
We watch the abandoned house from across the street. It’s a dingy, urban blight affected suburb, that being said, how no one seems to notice the seven foot freak with me, I have no idea.
The kid inside smoking stolen cigarettes and illegally supplied booze is a husky young guy of about 14. The half dozen kids that show up a couple hours later look closer to my age, last couple of years of high school I’m guessing.
The way they get into the house tells me they’ve done this before. The backpacks they all carry tell me they’re there for a purpose.
“How fucking funny would it be if I just killed you here and took off? “ Trenchcoat says, looming behind me.
I tense.
“It’s a joke. Out of my whole rotten family, Art and I, are close. I’m not going anywhere.
Unfortunately for you. “ Trenchcoat shoves me to the ground as he walks toward the house.
We get in through a basement window, I fit easily, Trenchcoat contorts his body to fit through the thin opening, somehow doing so silently.
I keep hearing Sylvia in my head. Telling me how she needs someone that can make his own decisions.
As I stand in the litter strewn basement, beside a creature with child murder on it’s mind I question the decision that I made.
At first the illumination is dim, nothing more than scraps of moonlight filtered through splintered wood. But with an industrial click, suddenly a half dozen lightbulbs bathe the basement in harsh, yellowish light.
Harsh, but not harsh enough to cause the reaction I see from Trenchcoat.
He squints and tries, unsuccessfully to turn away from the lights. Something about them is causing him discomfort. I get my hopes up for a moment he’s going to burst into flame or turn into dust or something, but no dice.
The sight of the walking nightmare looking pained and confused makes me panic. But before I can think of how I fucked up, I hear a voice.
The room, by the sounds of it, the entire house, has been rigged with speakers. Cleverly recessed in sconces and corners.
“Augi, long time no see. And I see you brought a little Renfield fella with you. “ The voice is modulated, Trenchcoat looks curious for a moment.
“Who, is this? You that clown that’s been fucking with Art?” He guesses.
The voice laughs, “Nope.
Who I am, is a guy who managed to find a few boxes of lightbulbs from ’93.
Then again, with eBay, that could make me just about anyone. “
Trenchcoat turns and looks toward the window we came in. He reaches a hand toward it, stopping a few inches away.
“That’s fucking interesting. “ He says, eyes darting around the room.
“Isn’t it though? “ The voice replies, clearly hearing the creature’s whisper, “ Tonight you get the pay for centuries of the worst shit committed by man or beast. I’ve made sure of that. No one in this house is going anywhere for the next 8 hours.
I’m sure the rest of the houseguests are pretty confused as to what’s going on. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, so let me give you the Cliff’s notes.
You kids have been killing a monster a year for half a decade. You were the perfect bait, and I have faith you’ll be able to outwit Augi long enough to make it out of here.
If not, you’ll still have helped kill one of the worst things to walk the face of the earth. “
“What the hell is he talking about? “ I ask, a sinking feeling in my gut.
“That’s what you’re worried about right now?
Yeah, these kids are more Scooby gang than Manson family. Don’t blame me for the fact it only took an out of context exorcism video and some promises of making things right with the universe to get you on board with killing them. “ Trenchcoat spits.
I feel afraid, stupid and small. Which is to say, lately, business as usual.
I begin to break lightbulbs, I notice no runes, or anything else that would indicate they have any kind of supernatural origin.
As the basement dims, Trenchcoat starts to breathe easier.
“What’s going on, what stopped you from leaving? “ I ask.
“This little shit is playing The Game. “ Trenchcoat says to himself as much as to me. He looks deep in thought, inspecting the glass from the bulbs.
“What are you talking about? “ I say, my voice cracking slightly.
I hear noises upstairs, frantic foot falls. Indecipherable shouting.
Trenchcoat turns to me, exasperated and filled with anger.
“You’ve heard of ‘Rules’ right? All that ‘Don’t turn left on East street at 3:24 am kind of shit? “ The creature starts, “More and more of them popping up lately. Can’t miss the things.
Well, your kind seems great at finding them, but fucking awful at figuring out what they are. It’s not someone’s new job, or creepy school. The answer is so damned simple, but all of you’ve missed it.
It's a game. It’s, The Game.
It’s ran by the thickest branches of my family tree, and the stakes are high enough even I don’t really understand.
And whoever has us here, he’s weaponized it. The crazy fuck. “
“Call on your family for help then. “ I say, starting to deal with the fear and confusion.
“You first. “ Is Trenchcoat’s reply.
I get his point, and for a twisted, shitty moment, I find myself relating to the murderous thing I’ve been saddled with.
“So what’s the plan? “ I ask.
“Get my hands on whoever’s been stalking me. Between A and B, probably kill those little do-gooders upstairs out of spite.
I need you to circumvent rules we come across. Humans need to agree to follow the rules, it’s why people encounter them in jobs and schools so much. I’m not human, if you haven’t noticed. I don’t get a choice. “ I’m shaking my head as Augustus relates his plan.
“We’re not hurting those kids. “ I say defiantly.
“I’m sure you’ll have no problem with that.
But I’m a God damned child killing monster, bud! How long is that going to take to sink the fuck in?
Me not doing what I do, isn’t like giving up smokes. Think of it like not having a slash for months on end. Sooner or later, like it or not, I’m either finding a bathroom or pissing my pants. “ the rant scares me, but it makes me think.
Something about Augustus, it seems very, 90’s. Whoever was on the speakers was talking about the lightbulbs being from ’93. I’m picking up on a very distinct pattern.
I file that information with the rest of the disconnected lore I’ve managed to find on Trenchcoat as I follow him up the steep, narrow set of stairs.
He whips the thin wood door open, taking an aggressive, lurching step into the livingroom beyond. Surely ready to dispense too far quips and limitless violence, as per usual.
But that doesn’t happen, his rage filled scowl turns into a look of resignation, “Fuck”, is the monster’s last word before he disappears.
I cautiously walk up the loose splinter ridden stairs, expecting Augustus to be waiting around the corner, or engaged in combat with some other horror.
But once I get to the top, there’s nothing more sinister than a livingroom covered in dust and graffiti strewn with old bottles and new stains.
I know my chance when I see it. The particle board sealing the bay window is rotten, the glass long since broken.
No monster, no crazy family, I’ll take my chances with the streets of the U. K.
I tap the crumbling wood with a foot, it rattles, it won’t take much to make a hole.
I line up a kick, freedom no more than a quarter inch of rotten wood away.
“I wouldn’t do that. “ Says a voice behind me, male, around my age I’d guess, but with a confidence that makes me listen, “ Rigged with a load of C4 in the window frame.
Don’t take my word for it, guy wasn’t very subtle. ”
Sure enough, I see small wires running along the edges of the frame and embedded in the particle board.
I turn around, the six people standing in front of me have a vibe I can only describe as severe.
“Are we going to have issues? “ a slight, dark skinned guy asks.
“You making threats? “ I reply.
“No, he isn’t. “ it’s the same voice that warned me about the explosives. It belongs to a squared jawed kid with short black hair, he’s wearing a grey hoodie, and separates himself from the group. “ Call me Kent, and I’m in charge of making threats.
Sid, he’s our people person, he’s just trying to see if you’re someone we need to worry about. “
“We don’t have time to figure this kid out, leave him. “ a short, ginger girl says.
“Ami, why don’t I stay out of equipment, and you and Kent let me figure this kid out?” Sid says.
“I’m Nik. “ I volunteer.
“Good to meet you Nik. “ Sid says, walking around Kent, “Didn’t mean to start things off on the wrong foot.
We’ve just gotten used to doing these kinds of things in our own way over the past bit. We get a little… weird around this time of year if I’m being honest. “
I nod, apprehensive at giving any kind of detailed response.
“Derik” says a tall, pale guy, “ Research. “
“Liam. “ a tanned boy in a flannel shirt and deep blue jeans tells me, “ Oxford doesn’t talk, accident a couple of years back. I’m logistics, he figures spooky shit out. “
Oxford is thin and bald, his face looks much older than it should. Like he’s the victim of some kind of wasting disease.
Telling these kids the truth would be, complicated. And something about their war vet demeanor, makes me want to keep things simple.
So I give them a version of the truth. One where I was plucked from my room by Trenchcoat, and brought here for a slow death.
They buy it. I think.
“Well, I don’t know what this Jigsaw wannabe has planned, but trust me when I say, it can’t be much worse than the things we’ve went through. “ Kent says, trying to be reassuring.
“Just, one more thing. “ Sid begins, “ Why all the scars? “
I know I’ve won most of the group over, but I don’t like the look Sid is giving me.
“Work on a farm, on top of that, the family owns an auction. Lots of bent steel and splinters, what can I say? “ I say, trying to sound casual.
“Fair enough, that accent though. “ Sid’s look becomes almost predatory as he talks.
“Immigration my guy. What’s with the third degree? “ I reply.
“We’ve just met and I’ve only asked three questions.
Humor me here though.
You get taken in the night by that thing that winked out of existence.
Seems pretty nice of him to let you put on shoes. “ Sid lets his statement hang.
Kent turns, I don’t like where this is going. Panic and fear start to well up.
“What’re you thinking Sid? “ Kent asks.
“Kid’s lying. But he’s good at it. “ Sid answers.
“You saying this has turned into a, me, situation? “ Kent’s question starts a deep pit in my stomach.
“I don’t know if we need to go that far. But I don’t like the idea of him having seen our faces. I think this is a Liam situation. “ As Sid says this I look to Liam, who already seems deep in thought.
“Local cops will back our story, but he could go beyond them.
We tie him up until all of this is done, and we get some video of him putting a blade into the body upstairs. He goes telling any stories, it’s us and the locals versus some Yank on video stabbing the kid. “ Liam suggests.
I tried to fight, it went, embarrassingly. Kent had me on the ground in some kind of arm lock in about a second.
I’m bound to an old wooden chair with electrical cords, dragged into a room on the second floor where the chubby kid from before lays face down in a coagulated pool of his own blood. Surrounded by the trappings of misspent youth.
The door locks, and I stare at the corpse, wondering what in the hell went on up here, and in what universe are these psychopaths anything other than what they seemed on screen.
Time becomes almost malleable. I’m terrified to the point where every moment seems to stretch out forever.
Then, I hear it. A wet, organic noise. It starts below the body, and slowly starts to spread.
After a minute or two, the body starts to jerk and twitch. The room is dim as hell, but some kind of ropey, flesh-like substance, is sealing off the door.
I watch as the corpse clumsily gets to it’s feet. It’s skin pale, it’s throat slit to the point of near decapitation.
The head falls backward, obscenely with a small spurt of thick blood.
I scream, I thought I’d been getting used to being face to face with monsters. But fully bound, inches away from a kid that seems to be filled with a twisting mass of barbed, writhing, intestine like tentacles, I realize I’m not used to shit.
The ropey mass forms the barest suggestion of features, a shifting, lumpen mass of ever moving tendrils coming from what used to be the kid’s neck.
The sound spreads more, cracks in the floorboards and walls begin to show hints of the tendrils filling them in like spray foam.
No one is hearing my screams, or if they are, they have no interest in helping.
Ever wonder how you’d handle torture? I think if you’re the kind of person to be reading this, it’s likely you have.
I started by pissing myself.
The second the thin tendril touches my hand, I feel a blinding, flensing pain. I can do nothing but watch, as thousands of nearly hair thin spines tear and consume my flesh. As it slowly, almost, curiously makes it’s way up my arm, it leaves a bloodless, scarred furrow about an eighth of an inch deep.
My second reaction was to lose any pretense at defiance or dignity. I thrash and scream, beg and offer. All of this turning into choked sobs as the thing starts to do much of the same with another tendril.
It felt like I was in hell, every inch of me nothing more than a canvas for this artist of misery.
But pain, it can only go so far. Whether we’re talking about my tolerance, or this thing’s interest.
Mutilation, the brutal wedding of pain and loss. That was it’s next step.
A thick, almost centipede like tendril sits on my pinky like a hot iron. I can only watch in horror as I see fat, then muscle, then bone, then, nothing.
My voice shreds, I tear my wrists and ankles trying desperately to break the expertly tied wires.
My mind is at the breaking point, the creature in front of my makes a terrible, high pitched keening I assume is laughter.
My body is a roadmap of scarred pits and lines. My hand sports a cleanly severed finger. Fuck me, I wish things ended there.
Of all the important parts of the human body, the eye, tends to feel the least pain. Which isn’t to say, as I watched the greedy, grasping claws slowly take pieces of one of mine, it didn’t hurt, but the worst part, was knowing what was happening.
The vision in my left eye begins to distort at first, the edges getting blurry, then going dark. Bit by bit, chunk by irreplaceable chunk, the creature takes half my vision.
I can feel the shifting air on the bare socket, to call what I’m doing screaming, would be understating things to the point of absurdity.
My brain reels at what has just happened. I can feel my grip on reality begin to loosen, pain, worse than can bare, loss of half my sight, it’s too much.
My brain feels filled with static, for a few brief moments I swear, I can hear someone, a voice, trying to tell me something.
But then, a smell hits me. Something so foul, so alien, it yanks me back from the brink of disassociation. I gag and choke, as the air becomes thick with the rotten, chemical reek.
Then, I see it, I see, him.
As randomly as he disappeared, in an instant Trenchcoat is in the room.
He’s torn apart, wounds so deep and ragged, I can see the door on the other side of the room through the worst of them.
One arm is a twisted, broken mess, the flesh jacket torn to shreds of necrotic tissue.
The look on his face is panic, paranoia. A rictus grin of someone that has been kept on his toes for entirely too long.
He trembles and heaves, looking like he could fall over at any second.
He points his good arm at the tendril creature, who I notice has a too familiar eye suspended in it’s shifting features.
“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about the motherfucker who just made me kill my favorite cousin, would you? “ Trenchcoat asks, his voice cracked, and strained.
He gets a confused keening in response.
“Bad day for you then. “ Augustus says.
There is no style to his violence, Trenchcoat grabs the shifting mass, his wicked, claw tipped fingers angling themselves in tendrils. As he lifts the thing, floorboards break, and it’s torn free from the root-like system it was creating in the room.
Three brutal slams cover me in ichor and pieces of creature. Trenchcoat tosses the mewling, twitching pile in a corner and looks at me with disgust.
“You let that thing do this to you? Fuckin’ pathetic, bud.
And who tied you up? “ The nightmare I’ve been cursed with chides me.
“The kids downstairs. “ I say only now realizing I’ve still been sobbing.
One handed, Trenchcoat snaps the wires, then stumbles backward, slowly sliding down the wall.
He coughs, grey, bloody phlegm hitting the ground.
“So, what’s the play here? If this shit broke you, I could use the spare parts, if not, well, you know what the Bible says.
An eye for an eye. “ Trenchcoat grins as he talks, nearly on the brink of death.
And that’s where I think I’m going to leave things. Because, honestly I don’t know what I’m choosing.
I’m mutilated, half blind, using too much of my energy typing to strangers online about things because, I’m so fucking alone here.
If you hear from me again, I hope I made the right move. If not, take this as a lesson on what happens when you screw around with the occult.

For anyone who wants to see how I got into this situation.
https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/s/R0DAycoVIm
“In what universe would I ever do you a favor? “ I say, sweeping the floor of the reinforced barn.
“It’s not a favor, it’s a trade, bud.
What do you want in return? “ Trenchcoat asks from within the coffin-like cage.
“To be back home, 8 months ago. “ I reply.
Over the past few weeks I’ve managed to integrate myself into the day to day life on the farm. Things are still a grim, horrifying slog, but with every day it gets a bit easier to deal with.
“Give me something I can do. “ The creature pleads.
“Why, so I can wind up on the end of another ‘ Gotcha’ moment? I’m good. “ is my answer.
A few minutes of silence go by, Augustus breaks it.
“I don’t know many secrets of the universe. Facts, not really my bag. But I know a couple.
How about I share one with you?
No one, not the pope, not my brother, not the shit-bird perched on the highest branch of my twisted family tree, knows what happens when you die.
Some of us never will, of course. Others have ways of avoiding it, but at the end of the day, when the lights truly go out, we know next to nothing.
We do know one thing though. There is judgement, by who? Who knows? Why? Not important.
But at the end of the day, if your battery can’t be recharged, you really want to be thinking about how many marks are on each side of the ledger. “
I don’t reply, and for the next hour or so I ignore the pleading and hinting Trenchcoat does.
But that night, as I sip acidic tea, and try to get a handle on how in the fuck old televisions function, his offer is at the forefront of my mind.
He wants to kill, specifically 6 teenagers who, according to him, have been murdering classmates yearly in a twisted ritual.
He wants me to think this is some kind of noble act, he frames it as almost superheroic. The evil prick knows how I feel, knows that I see the blood on my hands every day, and would kill ( possibly literally) for some way to atone.
Is it a play? I honestly don’t think so, something about how eager the twisted thing is, about how he’s treating the situation as a buyer’s market makes me think something about this makes it important to him.
He offers me everything besides safety and protection. I’m desperate for help, but I have no way to hold him to any agreement.
So the thought rolls around in my mind, staving off the few hours of sleep I get.
“Okay, so, I have it on good authority that tea is supposed to taste better over here. What the hell is wrong with this? “ I say, sitting around an outside table with Sylvia, Dafydd and Colin.
Sylvia smiles, “ Barium, calcium, and a touch of castor oil. “
I look at the brew, then at her.
“If I had told you when you got here you need to drink that to mitigate the effects of working with void touched objects and creatures, you’d have assumed the worst, and found a way to avoid drinking it.
Good to see you becoming more perceptive though. “ Sylvia explains.
“That’s called paranoia, Syl. “ I reply.
She laughs, lighting a cigarette.
“Do you know why I’ve let you figure things out on your own? “ The ancient woman asks.
“Accepted? Yes. Understood, not in the slightest. “ I answer, wondering what sadist invented the scone.
“It’s because I need a leader. Someone who can understand, not a boy who puts his head down and listens to orders.
Someone who can make their own decisions when the time comes.
And I think that time is coming soon. “ Her statement feels like a question.
“If I chose to be here I’d be honored.” I counter.
“That attitude on the other hand… needs work.
Nikolas, today, we talk about what’s really going on.
We play a role in a much larger organization, us, and other families like us, are the ‘boots on the ground’ so to speak.
Our job is not to capture creatures, or horde esoteric goods. We do not foil the schemes of demons, nor blind those who look too deeply into the abyss.
We’re given information about events that could steer the path of humanity into a brick wall. And our job is to make sure they don’t happen. “ Sylvia reveals.
“Something is happening with these fights? “ I ask.
“As I said, perceptive.
Yes, it could be next week, it could be in a decade or two. Right now, we know very little about it, other than when it happens, it would be in our best interests to be of a high standing in the pits. “ She replies.
I absorb the information, and t drug laced tea in equal measure. As I do, I feel something, I feel I’m a part of what’s going on.
This is going to sound dumb as hell, but up until this point I hadn’t been taking things seriously. Don’t get me wrong, death is on the table, and I was trying to avoid that. But I was just treading water, hoping something or someone came by and to get me out of this situation.
But as Syl lays things out, I start to think of my place here, what I can be doing to better my state.
“Here is the part where you avoid telling me why you couldn’t have used anyone around here. “ I prod.
I keep her gaze, Colin and Dafydd shift uncomfortably.
“Augustus, he’s a tricky one. But a very lucky find for us.
I’ve tried 2 others. A boy and a girl, both I practically raised.
Marco, he was a warrior. But the demon got in his head. There was nothing that could be done beyond end his suffering.
Zelma, I won’t talk about.
That thing, it has a way of turning someone’s best traits against them. You, are a blank slate, but you’re family. You’re my best guess as to how we can use him to our advantage.
And this is why I need you, not to listen, but to understand. To see what’s happening, and make your own decisions. If I were to give you my knowledge, if I were to arm you with the best weapons, and the most powerful esoteric objects I know. He’d just have more to turn against you. “ Sylvia’s revelation scares me and puts a massive weight on my shoulders all at the same time.
Confidence and fear are both dangerous emotions. The two of them are almost like drugs in a way.
After eight months of mainlining fear, the tiny line of confidence Sylvia gave me, went straight to my head.
Trenchcoat told me where to find a video file. And after a couple of weeks of running it through every possible test I could, to check for any kind of manipulation, supernatural or otherwise, I watched it.
I was confident that the world would be much better off without the people committing the vicious acts contained in those twenty minutes of footage.
A teenage view of morality, I admit. But what do you want, I’m a teenager.
We watch the abandoned house from across the street. It’s a dingy, urban blight affected suburb, that being said, how no one seems to notice the seven foot freak with me, I have no idea.
The kid inside smoking stolen cigarettes and illegally supplied booze is a husky young guy of about 14. The half dozen kids that show up a couple hours later look closer to my age, last couple of years of high school I’m guessing.
The way they get into the house tells me they’ve done this before. The backpacks they all carry tell me they’re there for a purpose.
“How fucking funny would it be if I just killed you here and took off? “ Trenchcoat says, looming behind me.
I tense.
“It’s a joke. Out of my whole rotten family, Art and I, are close. I’m not going anywhere.
Unfortunately for you. “ Trenchcoat shoves me to the ground as he walks toward the house.
We get in through a basement window, I fit easily, Trenchcoat contorts his body to fit through the thin opening, somehow doing so silently.
I keep hearing Sylvia in my head. Telling me how she needs someone that can make his own decisions.
As I stand in the litter strewn basement, beside a creature with child murder on it’s mind I question the decision that I made.
At first the illumination is dim, nothing more than scraps of moonlight filtered through splintered wood. But with an industrial click, suddenly a half dozen lightbulbs bathe the basement in harsh, yellowish light.
Harsh, but not harsh enough to cause the reaction I see from Trenchcoat.
He squints and tries, unsuccessfully to turn away from the lights. Something about them is causing him discomfort. I get my hopes up for a moment he’s going to burst into flame or turn into dust or something, but no dice.
The sight of the walking nightmare looking pained and confused makes me panic. But before I can think of how I fucked up, I hear a voice.
The room, by the sounds of it, the entire house, has been rigged with speakers. Cleverly recessed in sconces and corners.
“Augi, long time no see. And I see you brought a little Renfield fella with you. “ The voice is modulated, Trenchcoat looks curious for a moment.
“Who, is this? You that clown that’s been fucking with Art?” He guesses.
The voice laughs, “Nope.
Who I am, is a guy who managed to find a few boxes of lightbulbs from ’93.
Then again, with eBay, that could make me just about anyone. “
Trenchcoat turns and looks toward the window we came in. He reaches a hand toward it, stopping a few inches away.
“That’s fucking interesting. “ He says, eyes darting around the room.
“Isn’t it though? “ The voice replies, clearly hearing the creature’s whisper, “ Tonight you get the pay for centuries of the worst shit committed by man or beast. I’ve made sure of that. No one in this house is going anywhere for the next 8 hours.
I’m sure the rest of the houseguests are pretty confused as to what’s going on. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, so let me give you the Cliff’s notes.
You kids have been killing a monster a year for half a decade. You were the perfect bait, and I have faith you’ll be able to outwit Augi long enough to make it out of here.
If not, you’ll still have helped kill one of the worst things to walk the face of the earth. “
“What the hell is he talking about? “ I ask, a sinking feeling in my gut.
“That’s what you’re worried about right now?
Yeah, these kids are more Scooby gang than Manson family. Don’t blame me for the fact it only took an out of context exorcism video and some promises of making things right with the universe to get you on board with killing them. “ Trenchcoat spits.
I feel afraid, stupid and small. Which is to say, lately, business as usual.
I begin to break lightbulbs, I notice no runes, or anything else that would indicate they have any kind of supernatural origin.
As the basement dims, Trenchcoat starts to breathe easier.
“What’s going on, what stopped you from leaving? “ I ask.
“This little shit is playing The Game. “ Trenchcoat says to himself as much as to me. He looks deep in thought, inspecting the glass from the bulbs.
“What are you talking about? “ I say, my voice cracking slightly.
I hear noises upstairs, frantic foot falls. Indecipherable shouting.
Trenchcoat turns to me, exasperated and filled with anger.
“You’ve heard of ‘Rules’ right? All that ‘Don’t turn left on East street at 3:24 am kind of shit? “ The creature starts, “More and more of them popping up lately. Can’t miss the things.
Well, your kind seems great at finding them, but fucking awful at figuring out what they are. It’s not someone’s new job, or creepy school. The answer is so damned simple, but all of you’ve missed it.
It's a game. It’s, The Game.
It’s ran by the thickest branches of my family tree, and the stakes are high enough even I don’t really understand.
And whoever has us here, he’s weaponized it. The crazy fuck. “
“Call on your family for help then. “ I say, starting to deal with the fear and confusion.
“You first. “ Is Trenchcoat’s reply.
I get his point, and for a twisted, shitty moment, I find myself relating to the murderous thing I’ve been saddled with.
“So what’s the plan? “ I ask.
“Get my hands on whoever’s been stalking me. Between A and B, probably kill those little do-gooders upstairs out of spite.
I need you to circumvent rules we come across. Humans need to agree to follow the rules, it’s why people encounter them in jobs and schools so much. I’m not human, if you haven’t noticed. I don’t get a choice. “ I’m shaking my head as Augustus relates his plan.
“We’re not hurting those kids. “ I say defiantly.
“I’m sure you’ll have no problem with that.
But I’m a God damned child killing monster, bud! How long is that going to take to sink the fuck in?
Me not doing what I do, isn’t like giving up smokes. Think of it like not having a slash for months on end. Sooner or later, like it or not, I’m either finding a bathroom or pissing my pants. “ the rant scares me, but it makes me think.
Something about Augustus, it seems very, 90’s. Whoever was on the speakers was talking about the lightbulbs being from ’93. I’m picking up on a very distinct pattern.
I file that information with the rest of the disconnected lore I’ve managed to find on Trenchcoat as I follow him up the steep, narrow set of stairs.
He whips the thin wood door open, taking an aggressive, lurching step into the livingroom beyond. Surely ready to dispense too far quips and limitless violence, as per usual.
But that doesn’t happen, his rage filled scowl turns into a look of resignation, “Fuck”, is the monster’s last word before he disappears.
I cautiously walk up the loose splinter ridden stairs, expecting Augustus to be waiting around the corner, or engaged in combat with some other horror.
But once I get to the top, there’s nothing more sinister than a livingroom covered in dust and graffiti strewn with old bottles and new stains.
I know my chance when I see it. The particle board sealing the bay window is rotten, the glass long since broken.
No monster, no crazy family, I’ll take my chances with the streets of the U. K.
I tap the crumbling wood with a foot, it rattles, it won’t take much to make a hole.
I line up a kick, freedom no more than a quarter inch of rotten wood away.
“I wouldn’t do that. “ Says a voice behind me, male, around my age I’d guess, but with a confidence that makes me listen, “ Rigged with a load of C4 in the window frame.
Don’t take my word for it, guy wasn’t very subtle. ”
Sure enough, I see small wires running along the edges of the frame and embedded in the particle board.
I turn around, the six people standing in front of me have a vibe I can only describe as severe.
“Are we going to have issues? “ a slight, dark skinned guy asks.
“You making threats? “ I reply.
“No, he isn’t. “ it’s the same voice that warned me about the explosives. It belongs to a squared jawed kid with short black hair, he’s wearing a grey hoodie, and separates himself from the group. “ Call me Kent, and I’m in charge of making threats.
Sid, he’s our people person, he’s just trying to see if you’re someone we need to worry about. “
“We don’t have time to figure this kid out, leave him. “ a short, ginger girl says.
“Ami, why don’t I stay out of equipment, and you and Kent let me figure this kid out?” Sid says.
“I’m Nik. “ I volunteer.
“Good to meet you Nik. “ Sid says, walking around Kent, “Didn’t mean to start things off on the wrong foot.
We’ve just gotten used to doing these kinds of things in our own way over the past bit. We get a little… weird around this time of year if I’m being honest. “
I nod, apprehensive at giving any kind of detailed response.
“Derik” says a tall, pale guy, “ Research. “
“Liam. “ a tanned boy in a flannel shirt and deep blue jeans tells me, “ Oxford doesn’t talk, accident a couple of years back. I’m logistics, he figures spooky shit out. “
Oxford is thin and bald, his face looks much older than it should. Like he’s the victim of some kind of wasting disease.
Telling these kids the truth would be, complicated. And something about their war vet demeanor, makes me want to keep things simple.
So I give them a version of the truth. One where I was plucked from my room by Trenchcoat, and brought here for a slow death.
They buy it. I think.
“Well, I don’t know what this Jigsaw wannabe has planned, but trust me when I say, it can’t be much worse than the things we’ve went through. “ Kent says, trying to be reassuring.
“Just, one more thing. “ Sid begins, “ Why all the scars? “
I know I’ve won most of the group over, but I don’t like the look Sid is giving me.
“Work on a farm, on top of that, the family owns an auction. Lots of bent steel and splinters, what can I say? “ I say, trying to sound casual.
“Fair enough, that accent though. “ Sid’s look becomes almost predatory as he talks.
“Immigration my guy. What’s with the third degree? “ I reply.
“We’ve just met and I’ve only asked three questions.
Humor me here though.
You get taken in the night by that thing that winked out of existence.
Seems pretty nice of him to let you put on shoes. “ Sid lets his statement hang.
Kent turns, I don’t like where this is going. Panic and fear start to well up.
“What’re you thinking Sid? “ Kent asks.
“Kid’s lying. But he’s good at it. “ Sid answers.
“You saying this has turned into a, me, situation? “ Kent’s question starts a deep pit in my stomach.
“I don’t know if we need to go that far. But I don’t like the idea of him having seen our faces. I think this is a Liam situation. “ As Sid says this I look to Liam, who already seems deep in thought.
“Local cops will back our story, but he could go beyond them.
We tie him up until all of this is done, and we get some video of him putting a blade into the body upstairs. He goes telling any stories, it’s us and the locals versus some Yank on video stabbing the kid. “ Liam suggests.
I tried to fight, it went, embarrassingly. Kent had me on the ground in some kind of arm lock in about a second.
I’m bound to an old wooden chair with electrical cords, dragged into a room on the second floor where the chubby kid from before lays face down in a coagulated pool of his own blood. Surrounded by the trappings of misspent youth.
The door locks, and I stare at the corpse, wondering what in the hell went on up here, and in what universe are these psychopaths anything other than what they seemed on screen.
Time becomes almost malleable. I’m terrified to the point where every moment seems to stretch out forever.
Then, I hear it. A wet, organic noise. It starts below the body, and slowly starts to spread.
After a minute or two, the body starts to jerk and twitch. The room is dim as hell, but some kind of ropey, flesh-like substance, is sealing off the door.
I watch as the corpse clumsily gets to it’s feet. It’s skin pale, it’s throat slit to the point of near decapitation.
The head falls backward, obscenely with a small spurt of thick blood.
I scream, I thought I’d been getting used to being face to face with monsters. But fully bound, inches away from a kid that seems to be filled with a twisting mass of barbed, writhing, intestine like tentacles, I realize I’m not used to shit.
The ropey mass forms the barest suggestion of features, a shifting, lumpen mass of ever moving tendrils coming from what used to be the kid’s neck.
The sound spreads more, cracks in the floorboards and walls begin to show hints of the tendrils filling them in like spray foam.
No one is hearing my screams, or if they are, they have no interest in helping.
Ever wonder how you’d handle torture? I think if you’re the kind of person to be reading this, it’s likely you have.
I started by pissing myself.
The second the thin tendril touches my hand, I feel a blinding, flensing pain. I can do nothing but watch, as thousands of nearly hair thin spines tear and consume my flesh. As it slowly, almost, curiously makes it’s way up my arm, it leaves a bloodless, scarred furrow about an eighth of an inch deep.
My second reaction was to lose any pretense at defiance or dignity. I thrash and scream, beg and offer. All of this turning into choked sobs as the thing starts to do much of the same with another tendril.
It felt like I was in hell, every inch of me nothing more than a canvas for this artist of misery.
But pain, it can only go so far. Whether we’re talking about my tolerance, or this thing’s interest.
Mutilation, the brutal wedding of pain and loss. That was it’s next step.
A thick, almost centipede like tendril sits on my pinky like a hot iron. I can only watch in horror as I see fat, then muscle, then bone, then, nothing.
My voice shreds, I tear my wrists and ankles trying desperately to break the expertly tied wires.
My mind is at the breaking point, the creature in front of my makes a terrible, high pitched keening I assume is laughter.
My body is a roadmap of scarred pits and lines. My hand sports a cleanly severed finger. Fuck me, I wish things ended there.
Of all the important parts of the human body, the eye, tends to feel the least pain. Which isn’t to say, as I watched the greedy, grasping claws slowly take pieces of one of mine, it didn’t hurt, but the worst part, was knowing what was happening.
The vision in my left eye begins to distort at first, the edges getting blurry, then going dark. Bit by bit, chunk by irreplaceable chunk, the creature takes half my vision.
I can feel the shifting air on the bare socket, to call what I’m doing screaming, would be understating things to the point of absurdity.
My brain reels at what has just happened. I can feel my grip on reality begin to loosen, pain, worse than can bare, loss of half my sight, it’s too much.
My brain feels filled with static, for a few brief moments I swear, I can hear someone, a voice, trying to tell me something.
But then, a smell hits me. Something so foul, so alien, it yanks me back from the brink of disassociation. I gag and choke, as the air becomes thick with the rotten, chemical reek.
Then, I see it, I see, him.
As randomly as he disappeared, in an instant Trenchcoat is in the room.
He’s torn apart, wounds so deep and ragged, I can see the door on the other side of the room through the worst of them.
One arm is a twisted, broken mess, the flesh jacket torn to shreds of necrotic tissue.
The look on his face is panic, paranoia. A rictus grin of someone that has been kept on his toes for entirely too long.
He trembles and heaves, looking like he could fall over at any second.
He points his good arm at the tendril creature, who I notice has a too familiar eye suspended in it’s shifting features.
“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about the motherfucker who just made me kill my favorite cousin, would you? “ Trenchcoat asks, his voice cracked, and strained.
He gets a confused keening in response.
“Bad day for you then. “ Augustus says.
There is no style to his violence, Trenchcoat grabs the shifting mass, his wicked, claw tipped fingers angling themselves in tendrils. As he lifts the thing, floorboards break, and it’s torn free from the root-like system it was creating in the room.
Three brutal slams cover me in ichor and pieces of creature. Trenchcoat tosses the mewling, twitching pile in a corner and looks at me with disgust.
“You let that thing do this to you? Fuckin’ pathetic, bud.
And who tied you up? “ The nightmare I’ve been cursed with chides me.
“The kids downstairs. “ I say only now realizing I’ve still been sobbing.
One handed, Trenchcoat snaps the wires, then stumbles backward, slowly sliding down the wall.
He coughs, grey, bloody phlegm hitting the ground.
“So, what’s the play here? If this shit broke you, I could use the spare parts, if not, well, you know what the Bible says.
An eye for an eye. “ Trenchcoat grins as he talks, nearly on the brink of death.
And that’s where I think I’m going to leave things. Because, honestly I don’t know what I’m choosing.
I’m mutilated, half blind, using too much of my energy typing to strangers online about things because, I’m so fucking alone here.
If you hear from me again, I hope I made the right move. If not, take this as a lesson on what happens when you screw around with the occult.

In college, my senior year, I lived with 2 of my friends and their other friend that I didn’t know so well. When we all moved in, I got their first and got probably the best room. Followed by my other two friends that got the next best set ups. Bad roomate, we’ll call him “M”, got the last room, it was by far the least desirable.
First couple months were fine, everyone loved everyone and things were smooth. Some of us would take turns cooking dinner for the house. M would not. About 1-2 months in, M and another roommate got into it over roommates dog. During this time, I was walking back and forth from the kitchen to the living room, eating my Jimmy John’s sandwhich. Just going back and forth talking and eating. When I was in the living room, listening to them go at it, M storms out of the house going through the kitchen.
M grabs the meat off my sandwhich, over half of it was left, and leaves the house. After some laughter, I go back into the kitchen to finish my sandwich, the f-ing meat is gone. I’m in disbelief. 1-sandwhich is ruined. 2-I had nothing to do with the situation and I was actually on M’s side. Everyone that I knew thought that was so funny. When I asked M he said “the dog took it”. That is when I started hating the guy.
This was just the beginning of a long 10 months.
M did not go to school, he did not work. All he did was play Fortnight for 18 hours a day. Not a joke, would sleep from 4am-10am and would play fortnight all day/night.
Now that’s not a problem right? Here we go:
Roomate had an aderall prescription, he would offer me some, I would ALWAYS decline. Wasn’t my thing. M would go through his room when we were gone and steal his adderall. When roommate would ask M about it, M would blame it on me. I made it very clear that when he offered me I declined because I didn’t want. M called me a liar behind my back, I called back to the Jimmy John’s sandwhich incident and immediately got a different response.
Roommate had a 1 of 1 Bong he won in a raffle. We would only hit it on occasion because he was about to sell it. If roomate didn’t want it out , he’d put it in his room. That night, I get home from the bar and go to bed, roomate stayed the night at his a girls house. M came back, took his bong that he was hiding, and M broke the down stem of this 1of1 2k$ bong. M left it on the ground of his room.
The next morning I’m awake when roomate gets back from girls. I hear yelling and stomping down the stairs. Roommate opens my door and said “we knew it would happen”. When Roomate confronted M, M said I was the one to take it out of his room and left it in the living room. For the next few hours, M was getting ripped for taking his bong and breaking it. Eventually he coughed up the money to get it repaired.
What’s next?
Other Roomate, call him O, had another clean nice bong. Where he would not hit tobacco from, M would hit tobacco out of it, and blamed it on… yours truly.
At this point, all M would do was play fortnight for 18 hours a day. It was honestly pathetic. Didn’t socialize, it was unhealthy.
One thing that everyone did that I wasn’t thrilled about was some cigarettes inside. Only time I accepted it was when everyone was drunk. Who cares. My buddy M, would smoke cowboy killers at 3am playing fort night and yelling “he’s on me he’s on me. He’s coming in my box”….. I took school very seriously, I politely say “listen dude. This will be a long rest of the year if you keep behaving like this.
We are still just getting started.
A friend of ours worked at the meat counter of a grocery store. We would get filet mignon for the price of a chicken breast, then he’d throw a few more filets in the bag. It ended up being 4 filets for like 10$. We’d do this like once a week. M would never participate in these “team dinners” instead he’d buy a $2.49 frozen white pizza and eat about 1 a day.
Who cares ?
Well, when we cleaned up and put the left overs in the fridge, Midnight M would raid the leftovers. Guess who he blamed it on… the boy.
This whole time, M did not pay rent, hahahahahahahahaha. Fortnight, chain smoking cigarettes inside, yelling “he’s coming in my box”at 4 am, smoking all the table weed, stealing aderall, stealing leftovers, stealing JJ’s sandwich meat, all while only paying about 2 months of rent
The leasing office calls me and says why haven’t you paid, because they already called M and M blamed no rent on me. I’m yelling at the leasing office calling them idiots saying read the ledger, I apologize and say what can we do to get him out/or paying.
Since it’s a joint tenancy we are all liable.
The end of the year rolls by and he owes 7k in rent, this is because all the fees and owed rent. I ended up leaving and moving back home over the summer, the lease ends and everyone leaves.
About a year later the leasing company serves us and sues us for the owed money. For the first hearing, we all show up, no M. It’s because “he never got handed anything by any sort of official”. That’s not how it works haha.
After countless attempts to get his rent money before we get sentenced. I agree with my Roomate we have to just bite the bullet and take the sentencing. Since the three of us were standup young men, we agreed to split it 4 ways. Even though all of the balance was M…
So there it was, paid in full, charges dropped. Not a single apology or thank you or explanation. Nothing.
M and the other roommates live in the same city and d not keep in touch with M.
I texted him once calling him a bad word…
But that’s the end
I will probably never see m again … but he owes me and I want to strangle him if I don’t get paid.