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2024.05.20 04:02 mysticalcritter My best friend got back with her ex and won't speak to me
About 2 weeks ago my best friend and housemate got back with her ex boyfriend after 5 months of being broken up. I found out through bumping into the two of them crying outside my bedroom and him not leaving until the following morning. I asked my friend if everything was okay and her last words were basically "don't worry, I'm okay. I love you and I'll tell you everything tomorrow." The following day I heard nothing, just saw them walking down the street arm in arm. After a couple of days of radio silence (not including me hearing the two of them around the house since we live together) she reached out asking to speak to me to explain her situation. I told her I'll be home from work at 6pm and that she'll have an hour to speak to me because I had plans later in the evening. I got home at 6:08 and messaged her immediately to let her know I'm home. I didn't get a response until 7:30 when she messaged me apologizing saying she fell asleep after she laid down on her bed because she was nervous to speak to me and that she would never do it intentionally. I had heard that excuse before when she missed my birthday earlier this year to go to a gig. I was firm and told her I'm busy, feeling stupid after shifting my evening plans around to give her an opportunity to speak to me, just to sit in my room for over an hour waiting for her to respond.
Her return to her ex is a huge shock to me and I never saw it coming. It seemed to me that she understood how toxic the relationship was, it ending with her cheating on him. I initially met her when they were dating the first time around, and quickly learnt that he wasn't a good person or a good partner (misogynistic and controlling). I did my absolute best to support her, and she never failed to tell me that she trusts me and loves me like a sister. I think because I'm a few years older than her and we got close really quickly, I felt protective of her. In hindsight I probably should've set more boundaries.
There have been multiple times over the past 6 months where her life choices and behaviours have worried me, predominantly pertaining to drug use, eating disorders, and selfish behaviours. I recall at least two instances where I've tried to set boundaries and explain to her that I may have to take a step back from the friendship because her behaviours are triggering to me, and whilst she is an adult and will make her own decisions, I need to protect my sanity and not be so involved and available in her life if she doesn't think her behaviours are an issue. All of these instances were followed by her promising she loves me and appreciates me so much and that she's going to change. After the birthday incident she left a bag of gifts outside my bedroom door with a handwritten letter telling me how much she loves me. I cried and forgave her.
Because of all of this, I'm hurting so much more. I don't understand how she can tell me she loves me one day and then the next act like I don't exist and never mattered to her. She's taken me off her "close friends" list on Instagram, and any communication we've had since has been limited to brief texts about bills and household chores. She won't even look at me when I pass her in the kitchen. She's become even more disrespectful about keeping the house clean, promising she'll tidy up in the groupchat but then not doing it and ignoring my messages. I feel like she's being deliberately spiteful; yesterday I woke up to dog poop smeared outside my bedroom where she must've wiped her shoe on the carpet and left it overnight for whatever reason.
I've been in touch with one of her other friends whom she's close with, and he said she's been avoiding any conversation about her boyfriend with him also. I understand that she might be embarrassed to open up to me about it because she knows how poorly I think of the guy, but I don't understand her acting like she's angry with me or like I've done something wrong. Doesn't she understand how much this is hurting me? We've already signed our contracts to live here for another year and the tension in the house is killing me.
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Her return to her ex is a huge shock to me and I never saw it coming. It seemed to me that she understood how toxic the relationship was, it ending with her cheating on him. I initially met her when they were dating the first time around, and quickly learnt that he wasn't a good person or a good partner (misogynistic and controlling). I did my absolute best to support her, and she never failed to tell me that she trusts me and loves me like a sister. I think because I'm a few years older than her and we got close really quickly, I felt protective of her. In hindsight I probably should've set more boundaries.
There have been multiple times over the past 6 months where her life choices and behaviours have worried me, predominantly pertaining to drug use, eating disorders, and selfish behaviours. I recall at least two instances where I've tried to set boundaries and explain to her that I may have to take a step back from the friendship because her behaviours are triggering to me, and whilst she is an adult and will make her own decisions, I need to protect my sanity and not be so involved and available in her life if she doesn't think her behaviours are an issue. All of these instances were followed by her promising she loves me and appreciates me so much and that she's going to change. After the birthday incident she left a bag of gifts outside my bedroom door with a handwritten letter telling me how much she loves me. I cried and forgave her.
Because of all of this, I'm hurting so much more. I don't understand how she can tell me she loves me one day and then the next act like I don't exist and never mattered to her. She's taken me off her "close friends" list on Instagram, and any communication we've had since has been limited to brief texts about bills and household chores. She won't even look at me when I pass her in the kitchen. She's become even more disrespectful about keeping the house clean, promising she'll tidy up in the groupchat but then not doing it and ignoring my messages. I feel like she's being deliberately spiteful; yesterday I woke up to dog poop smeared outside my bedroom where she must've wiped her shoe on the carpet and left it overnight for whatever reason.
I've been in touch with one of her other friends whom she's close with, and he said she's been avoiding any conversation about her boyfriend with him also. I understand that she might be embarrassed to open up to me about it because she knows how poorly I think of the guy, but I don't understand her acting like she's angry with me or like I've done something wrong. Doesn't she understand how much this is hurting me? We've already signed our contracts to live here for another year and the tension in the house is killing me.
2024.05.20 04:00 mysticalcritter My best friend got back with her ex and refuses to speak to me
About 2 weeks ago my best friend and housemate got back with her ex boyfriend after 5 months of being broken up. I found out through bumping into the two of them crying outside my bedroom and him not leaving until the following morning. I asked my friend if everything was okay and her last words were basically "don't worry, I'm okay. I love you and I'll tell you everything tomorrow." The following day I heard nothing, just saw them walking down the street arm in arm. After a couple of days of radio silence (not including me hearing the two of them around the house since we live together) she reached out asking to speak to me to explain her situation. I told her I'll be home from work at 6pm and that she'll have an hour to speak to me because I had plans later in the evening. I got home at 6:08 and messaged her immediately to let her know I'm home. I didn't get a response until 7:30 when she messaged me apologizing saying she fell asleep after she laid down on her bed because she was nervous to speak to me and that she would never do it intentionally. I had heard that excuse before when she missed my birthday earlier this year to go to a gig. I was firm and told her I'm busy, feeling stupid after shifting my evening plans around to give her an opportunity to speak to me, just to sit in my room for over an hour waiting for her to respond.
Her return to her ex is a huge shock to me and I never saw it coming. It seemed to me that she understood how toxic the relationship was, it ending with her cheating on him. I initially met her when they were dating the first time around, and quickly learnt that he wasn't a good person or a good partner (misogynistic and controlling). I did my absolute best to support her, and she never failed to tell me that she trusts me and loves me like a sister. I think because I'm a few years older than her and we got close really quickly, I felt protective of her. In hindsight I probably should've set more boundaries.
There have been multiple times over the past 6 months where her life choices and behaviours have worried me, predominantly pertaining to drug use, eating disorders, and selfish behaviours. I recall at least two instances where I've tried to set boundaries and explain to her that I may have to take a step back from the friendship because her behaviours are triggering to me, and whilst she is an adult and will make her own decisions, I need to protect my sanity and not be so involved and available in her life if she doesn't think her behaviours are an issue. All of these instances were followed by her promising she loves me and appreciates me so much and that she's going to change. After the birthday incident she left a bag of gifts outside my bedroom door with a handwritten letter telling me how much she loves me. I cried and forgave her.
Because of all of this, I'm hurting so much more. I don't understand how she can tell me she loves me one day and then the next act like I don't exist and never mattered to her. She's taken me off her "close friends" list on Instagram, and any communication we've had since has been limited to brief texts about bills and household chores. She won't even look at me when I pass her in the kitchen. She's become even more disrespectful about keeping the house clean, promising she'll tidy up in the groupchat but then not doing it and ignoring my messages. I feel like she's being deliberately spiteful; yesterday I woke up to dog poop smeared outside my bedroom where she must've wiped her shoe on the carpet and left it overnight for whatever reason.
I've been in touch with one of her other friends whom she's close with, and he said she's been avoiding any conversation about her boyfriend with him also. I understand that she might be embarrassed to open up to me about it because she knows how poorly I think of the guy, but I don't understand her acting like she's angry with me or like I've done something wrong. Doesn't she understand how much this is hurting me? We've already signed our contracts to live here for another year and the tension in the house is killing me.
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Her return to her ex is a huge shock to me and I never saw it coming. It seemed to me that she understood how toxic the relationship was, it ending with her cheating on him. I initially met her when they were dating the first time around, and quickly learnt that he wasn't a good person or a good partner (misogynistic and controlling). I did my absolute best to support her, and she never failed to tell me that she trusts me and loves me like a sister. I think because I'm a few years older than her and we got close really quickly, I felt protective of her. In hindsight I probably should've set more boundaries.
There have been multiple times over the past 6 months where her life choices and behaviours have worried me, predominantly pertaining to drug use, eating disorders, and selfish behaviours. I recall at least two instances where I've tried to set boundaries and explain to her that I may have to take a step back from the friendship because her behaviours are triggering to me, and whilst she is an adult and will make her own decisions, I need to protect my sanity and not be so involved and available in her life if she doesn't think her behaviours are an issue. All of these instances were followed by her promising she loves me and appreciates me so much and that she's going to change. After the birthday incident she left a bag of gifts outside my bedroom door with a handwritten letter telling me how much she loves me. I cried and forgave her.
Because of all of this, I'm hurting so much more. I don't understand how she can tell me she loves me one day and then the next act like I don't exist and never mattered to her. She's taken me off her "close friends" list on Instagram, and any communication we've had since has been limited to brief texts about bills and household chores. She won't even look at me when I pass her in the kitchen. She's become even more disrespectful about keeping the house clean, promising she'll tidy up in the groupchat but then not doing it and ignoring my messages. I feel like she's being deliberately spiteful; yesterday I woke up to dog poop smeared outside my bedroom where she must've wiped her shoe on the carpet and left it overnight for whatever reason.
I've been in touch with one of her other friends whom she's close with, and he said she's been avoiding any conversation about her boyfriend with him also. I understand that she might be embarrassed to open up to me about it because she knows how poorly I think of the guy, but I don't understand her acting like she's angry with me or like I've done something wrong. Doesn't she understand how much this is hurting me? We've already signed our contracts to live here for another year and the tension in the house is killing me.
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2024.05.20 03:44 IosueYu What is the point of inviting your output home?
Just invited River to Japantown. So what to do? Shooting pleasantries of the same dialogue options.
Guitar? Locked. Radio? Can't play the romantic Royal Blue Station. Can't turn on the TV to discuss the downed Kang Tao AV. Can't have Mr. Wands cook his favourite Mexican meal. Can't even play the Rocker music near your stash. Can't sit down and drink Whisky or smoke a cig and spill shit about Arasaka.
Yes we get a shower scene he just comes in but I'm a straight male I'd prefer looking at V instead of River. And then you sleep together.
But then when you wake up, you don't even get the buff of extra XP.
What kind of a lame date is it? I feel the older romance was a bit more fun because you actually have an extra safehouse to sleep in and get a nicer buff (I did that with Judy way before, like 3 years ago). Now when you visit River, he stands there without a dialogue option, and Joss isn't home. And you can't use the bed.
I am all for adding new interactions. But this is downright a downgrade, unless I have done something wrong.
I also prefer romantic relationships that you can actually share your minds with your output. Like maybe we shouldn't talk about how Arasaka has put a price on my head but you know, at least we should talk about how the Parade is so packing of people, or how the new pistol shoots nicely. Even just random shit like Mizusani feels great or something like actual organic food tastes good.
I get it is difficult to record new lines. But maybe do that over text messages or something. Take him out a spin with your Quadra or something. Dine out and play a bit of eating animation. Use Jackie's animation when he eats noodles will already be an improvement.
I hope we can send a text message to split up. That's not the kind of date my Corpo V is looking for. Lol.
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Guitar? Locked. Radio? Can't play the romantic Royal Blue Station. Can't turn on the TV to discuss the downed Kang Tao AV. Can't have Mr. Wands cook his favourite Mexican meal. Can't even play the Rocker music near your stash. Can't sit down and drink Whisky or smoke a cig and spill shit about Arasaka.
Yes we get a shower scene he just comes in but I'm a straight male I'd prefer looking at V instead of River. And then you sleep together.
But then when you wake up, you don't even get the buff of extra XP.
What kind of a lame date is it? I feel the older romance was a bit more fun because you actually have an extra safehouse to sleep in and get a nicer buff (I did that with Judy way before, like 3 years ago). Now when you visit River, he stands there without a dialogue option, and Joss isn't home. And you can't use the bed.
I am all for adding new interactions. But this is downright a downgrade, unless I have done something wrong.
I also prefer romantic relationships that you can actually share your minds with your output. Like maybe we shouldn't talk about how Arasaka has put a price on my head but you know, at least we should talk about how the Parade is so packing of people, or how the new pistol shoots nicely. Even just random shit like Mizusani feels great or something like actual organic food tastes good.
I get it is difficult to record new lines. But maybe do that over text messages or something. Take him out a spin with your Quadra or something. Dine out and play a bit of eating animation. Use Jackie's animation when he eats noodles will already be an improvement.
I hope we can send a text message to split up. That's not the kind of date my Corpo V is looking for. Lol.
2024.05.20 02:37 Number333 Testing for Game Thread Colors
Mets (20-25) @ Marlins (15-32)
First Pitch: 1:40 PM at loanDepot park| Team | Starter | TV | Radio |
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| Mets | Sean Manaea (2-1, 3.05 ERA) | WPIX | WCBS 880, WINS 92.3 (ES) |
| Marlins | Sixto Sánchez (0-1, 5.96 ERA) | BSFL | FOX940AM, WAQI (ES) |
| MLB | Fangraphs | Reddit Stream | IRC Chat |
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| Gameday | Game Graph | Live Comments | Libera: ##baseball |
Line Score - Game Over
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | R | H | E | LOB | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| NYM | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 3 | 7 | 12 | 0 | 9 |
| MIA | 0 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 3 | 8 | 0 | 7 |
Box Score
| MIA | AB | R | H | RBI | BB | SO | BA | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| CF | Chisholm Jr. | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 2 | .254 |
| LF | De La Cruz, B | 4 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 2 | .260 |
| DH | Bell | 4 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .229 |
| 1B | Burger | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .171 |
| 3B | Rivera, E | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 2 | 0 | .210 |
| 2B | Gordon | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .233 |
| 3B | Lopez, O | 4 | 0 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .300 |
| RF | Myers | 4 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 2 | .269 |
| SS | Bruján | 4 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 2 | .266 |
| C | Bethancourt | 3 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | .143 |
| PH | Sánchez, J | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .222 |
| MIA | IP | H | R | ER | BB | SO | P-S | ERA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Sánchez, S | 4.0 | 6 | 4 | 4 | 2 | 2 | 85-54 | 6.41 |
| Nardi | 1.0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 2 | 15-11 | 5.79 |
| Smith, B | 1.1 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 17-14 | 3.68 |
| Puk | 1.1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 25-17 | 7.71 |
| Bender | 1.1 | 4 | 3 | 3 | 0 | 2 | 22-15 | 6.52 |
| NYM | AB | R | H | RBI | BB | SO | BA | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| SS | Lindor | 4 | 2 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .197 |
| 1B | Alonso | 5 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .229 |
| DH | Nimmo | 4 | 2 | 1 | 2 | 1 | 2 | .217 |
| RF | Stewart, D | 3 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .208 |
| RF | Marte, S | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .265 |
| LF | Taylor, T | 5 | 1 | 2 | 2 | 0 | 2 | .260 |
| 3B | Baty | 3 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 0 | .235 |
| 2B | McNeil | 5 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .238 |
| CF | Bader | 4 | 0 | 2 | 2 | 0 | 2 | .280 |
| C | Narváez | 4 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .164 |
| NYM | IP | H | R | ER | BB | SO | P-S | ERA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Manaea | 5.0 | 5 | 2 | 2 | 1 | 4 | 95-67 | 3.11 |
| Reid-Foley | 1.0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 2 | 23-15 | 1.54 |
| Diekman | 1.0 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 14-10 | 3.45 |
| Garrett, R | 2.0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 4 | 34-24 | 0.72 |
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| Winning Pitcher | Losing Pitcher | Save |
|---|---|---|
| Manaea (3-1, 3.11 ERA) | Sánchez, S (0-2, 6.41 ERA) | Garrett, R (2 SV, 0.72 ERA) |
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2024.05.20 02:23 NotSoSlimShady1001 The Spirit of a Predator - Chapter 25: An Open Door
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Memory Transcription Subject: Hileen, Krakotl Fugitive Recovery Agent
Date [standardized human time]: November 28th, 2136
It'd been a while since I sat in Marlig's office for a talk face-to-face. Given the agency's secluded location at the edge of the downtown region, it was a chore to drop by when it wasn't for business, but I'd deemed the matter at hand to be worth my time.
I passed by Nampi at her desk on my way to the door and she gave me a coy glare as I carried on. Trying to ignore her risible ear waggle, I turned the corner to the door with my boss’s name painted on the glass panel where I could hear the frantic crumpling of paper.
Quietly, I entered Marlig's office without prompt as I knew he hated to be spooked by knocking. My mentor was surprisingly spry for a bird at his age, sorting through papers with one wing and an eye while using his talons with the other to set away the papers he had splayed out.
“Hileen!” he chirped. “Glad you could make it in today. I was just finishing up my paperwork. Take a seat.”
It was always nice to hear him drop the professional motif for a more grandfatherly attitude when speaking in person. I did as he suggested and took a seat while he grumbled to himself over the sorting. My eye caught a few of the old contracts he was rifling through and saw that some dated back to his days as an agent.
Eventually, he left some sitting out as he sequestered the rest back into their files, sorted by a dichotomy that only he and Nampi could comprehend fully. He motioned with a wing for me to peruse and I turned the first one to face me to find it was my first contract, signed by me in a sloppy fashion. “This takes me back a couple of years.”
“Slick bastard thought he could get away on a forklift but you showed him! Certainly more exciting than my first day!”
“Mm-hmm. And it was when I nearly got impaled that you had the idea to commission all of us utility vests.”
He chuckled, “I really should’ve done so sooner. Cuts and scratches were already a risk, but a forklift was a new one!”
I flipped through the pages of each report, finding that Marlig's notes were filled with praises of my work. There were highs and lows, but I was flattered to find that the grizzled krakotl held my performance in such high regard.
“Flawless interception!” read one footnote about me catching a runner. “Couldn't have done it better myself!”
Marlig waited patiently as I browsed quickly through each page, realizing more and more how the notes also marked improvements in my work. How I found it easier to talk down a rowdy client, or apprehend them in the case that they were beyond helping on my part. Flowery language plastered most pages with him fawning over my work as a doting father would to his prodigal child.
The trend took a sharp turn as the notes became fewer and more critical the closer the dates reached to the present. I brushed the others aside with a wing to peruse the final paper. “And this…”
“Is Tac. Your latest contract. The most recent in a line of declining performance since the interview. This has become a pattern, Hileen, and its consequences are beginning to reach beyond yourself. Paji and Vesek resigned recently for personal reasons, which leaves us even less hands on deck than before. That's four people to cover the entire municipal region, and maybe even beyond, should needs arise. Three, if we include this little probation I have you on.”
“What was I supposed to do? Marlig, these ‘jobs’ you've got us working on overstep the contracts we were signed on with. Our job is to make sure people obey their court-mandated duties, not drag them off to the facilities ourselves!”
“... So the trip we took to the facilities did bother you.”
A sigh clicked in my throat as he reminded me. “Is that what happens to the people we take in, Marlig? Is that what would've happened to your wife?”
His feathers ruffled.
“That's what happens to those who are too dangerous to the general public to be left roaming free. Not everyone we deal with winds up there, but everyone can be subject to it. Miskela sued for her exoneration and proved in court that she was not diseased. I brought you there to show you how it helps the people, but I see now that it was a mistake. I understand why you were so perturbed, really, but it's how things have been for centuries. It's how we've protected ourselves from the dangers out there.”
“You were willing to let Barsul be interned there, too.”
Marlig flinched and sighed as he swept the papers towards himself once I'd signaled I was done. He turned one eye to me while he sorted them.
“There's no room for favoritism, girl. I negotiated for him to be allowed to walk free, and look where that got me. That boy - your neighbor - suffered the consequences of my nepotism. So too would the girl, had nobody intervened.”
“Like Richard.”
“The human, yes. Or you. Or the police. Where does this sudden obsession with humans come from, anyway? I get notifications of you talking about the acceptance of them all the time on forums.”
“Does it even need explaining?”
“Well, I guess not, no, but it's certainly an about-face from the way you used to talk about them with me beforehand.”
“People can change, for better or worse. Which one I fall under remains to be seen.”
Marlig stroked at the plumage on his neck as he finished his sorting. “I hope it's the former, for your sake. Was there any reason you came to talk, or were you just checking that I hadn't gone senile?”
“Well, I was hoping to borrow your secretary for the evening.”
He perked up while his eyes narrowed and he laced his fingers together with curiosity. “You… want to spend an evening with Nampi?”
“It's not what you're insinuating, but yes.”
“I was insinuating nothing,” he warbled coyly. “Go ahead and take her, and make sure to split the bill at dinner.”
“Pain-in-the-ass geezer. I'll keep in touch if your friend causes any more trouble.”
“Keep in touch regardless. Miskela and I get lonely in our old age,” he called back. “Take care.”
I stepped out into the hallway and turned toward the desk where I could hear the secretary's claws tapping furtively at her keyboard. Nampi sat silently with her ears and tail in a relaxed position that implied a bored demeanor. There was barely any response as I stood before her, waiting politely for her acknowledgment that never came.
Hesitantly, I cleared my throat.
An ear raised in acknowledgement, but her focus remained on the screen of her computer. “Mhm?”
“Do you…?”
Her ear rotated toward me, though she still maintained a passive attitude as she continued to glare mindlessly at the monitor.
“Are you free this evening?”
“Well, I'm quite booked, I believe. Why do you ask?”
I was surprised at her curt, dry tone. She hadn't spoken with me like this since we first got to know one another.
“Well,” I started. “I realized something. Every time we went out, whether it was clubbing, or dinner, or even walking around the parks, you always footed the bill. And so…”
Slowly, her other ear perked up and I saw her keystrokes slow down as she listened in.
“I wanted to return the favor?”
Her lips smacked as she opened her mouth, though paused before she spoke. “How could you possibly do that?”
“With a little gesture of friendship.”
Nampi's horizontal pupil turned up toward me and her tail twitched.
I continued, “So that belt you're wearing? It's the same belt you've worn since we first met. And I know you're the pragmatic type who'd never spend a credit more than she needs to, except for all the times you do"- her ears twitched in indignance -"I wanted to see about getting you a little something… extra?”
Her paws raised from the keyboard and she leaned in, resting her snout on her palms. “Go on.”
The bubbly venlil's tail sold out her collected facade as it twitched with anticipation. She was cornered and she didn't even know it yet.
“Well, I found just the place on the other side of town where we can start. It's a place almost as rich and indulgent as yourself.”
“The Platinum Paw? I mean3”
Her ears folded back in embarrassment as she cracked. She wasn't cut out for acting anyway.
“So that's what it's called! Jeez, I couldn't for the life of me figure out what it was called. Now what do you say? We go over there and find you something nice—”
I hadn’t even finished my thought before Nampi had grabbed her bag and was out the door, giving me a playful tail flick that said come and get me.
The place I suggested was in a shopping center on the opposite side of town, though easily accessible because of its proximity to the transport rails. Nampi had insisted on grabbing something to eat beforehand and so now gleefully bit into a bundle of stalks that had been “grilled” as explained from the food truck we'd stopped at.
Her tail flicked back and forth with her usual enthusiasm as we entered the massive complex of stores. The roofless plan allowed the natural, orange sun to flood the upper levels while artificial lighting illuminated the ground level wherever the light couldn't reach.
The place was built in the last decade by the previous City Magister in a bid for popularity, though ultimately for naught as he would lose the vote following a scandal involving an iftali priestess and a carved bar of soap. I had to say that despite being sick in the head, he sure had a great sense of decor.
Nampi snacked away, joining me in admiring the scenery as we continued to the place I’d planned out for us. Aimless chatter all melded together into a single, thrumming murmur as pedestrians navigated the many levels and stores offered in the place.
A troupe of children passed by us, held in a chain of tails and arms as they were escorted by a pair of venlil who I assumed were students and teachers on a school trip. I caught a whiff of a sweet, aromatic breeze and found it to come from a perfume shop on the same level as us; naturally, venlil were not to be found inside.
We passed a fountain where a couple sat on the edge, their tails twined together as they giggled and flirted. I turned and caught Nampi watching them as well, though she awkwardly returned to sucking the remains of her meal from her claws when we made eye contact. Her ears lifted when I raised a wing to signal to the store we were going to stop at first.
“Platinum Paw, The Greatest Fashion Emporium For Everyone!”
The title alone was painfully cliche, taken to the tenth power by the brightly lit store taking up three department slots. Despite the flashy exterior, though, it was the best place to shop for belts, brooches, and bracelets alike. Customers who looked like they earned my yearly salary in a week browsed the higher end brands while I brought my friend to the section I wanted to show her.
Her ears were held up as we stood together next to a shelf chock full of fashionable bags and bandoliers of every variety.
“Pick one,” I told her.
Nampi's ears shot to a straight pose in surprise, “Any?”
“Within reason. I've got a few extra credits to blow and I know nobody better to spend it on.”
With an inviting headtilt, I let Nampi peruse the shelves at her leisure. Her lips pursed together and her tail flicked with glee as she fingered at every piece that caught her eye. I chuckled at her outburst of enthusiasm while turning to find my own items to gloss over.
A breeze from outside nipped at my beak while I considered what I’d like to purchase. The place dripped with an atmosphere of faux hospitality, from the bright blue-stained floorboards to the radio prattling off advertisements in a sickeningly sweet tone to the faint, fruity aroma of scented cleaner. It was oppressive as only a fissan-owned company could be to the senses.
What I wouldn’t pay to see how a human would fare in such an environment.
I knew they were social creatures at least, but I had no doubt that the predatory senses of a human, so honed to hunting, would get overstimulated in this center of gaudy indulgence. Knowing I was something of a predator myself made me sympathize provided that even I had to squint to keep the pale lights inside from searing my eyes. I could only imagine how the arboreal eyes of a Terran would fare. I was so lost in thought imagining how lost the Terrans would be that I could almost ignore the obnoxious giggling and metallic rattling coming from behind me.
Risking a peek at the source, into my sight came a pair of venlil, one a male carrying a pair of bags as well as a couple more strapped to his belt. The bored expression in his eyes was not one of a man who was in high spirits. The other venlil was a woman who was the source of the noise.
Her mottled gray pelt was accented by a tasteful belt design, free of almost any practical functions but not flashy or excessive in garnishment either. At least, that’s what I would say, were it not for the braid of beads that dangled on the belt, jingling with each bounce of the lively woman’s stride. It was clear that such a gaudy accessory was intended to draw attention to her, though why was a mystery. Certainly, the shiny braids seemed designed as decoration first and practical second.
She turned about and I faced back to my browsing before she could catch me staring. Nampi was nowhere in sight, though I figured she was somewhere behind the shelf, sifting through every accessory on the section I'd suggested.
Clink.
Something pelted to my immediate right. I tilted my head to spot a tree nut shell clattering to the floor. Without being able to guess where it came from, I had to wonder what could've launched it over this way. Even with my keen eyesight, nobody in the crowd seemed to be a suspect.
Clink.
Another shell pelted my vicinity, ricocheting off of the floor and hitting the shelf I was standing next to. I ruffled my feathers in frustration - clearly, someone was trying to get my attention, though I couldn't make out who it was. Out of the corner of my vision, the woman from before eyed me curiously as I looked about, though I wasn't interested in engaging with her.
Thwack.
One more shell came flying and, unfortunately, the aim on this one was true, nailing me on the beak. Irritated, I stormed out of the store to find the source of the instigator. I scanned over the bodies to find anyone who could've been responsible for this indignity, eventually concluding that it came from the dining area across the walkway.
Whoever was responsible was in for an earful and I was already structuring which of the offender's family members would be acceptable as fodder for stray words. As I approached, I found the tables were mostly empty save for one, which made my heart begin to drop as I met eyes with the only occupant. Suddenly, I was much less inclined to hurl insults.
“Oh, hi there!” Qitel called out in a sickly sweet tone. “Come, take a seat! We have much to discuss!”
The Exterminator clutched a bag of tree nuts in his claws, a pile of discarded shells already gathered on the table next to him. He grabbed another as I approached, effortlessly prying the shell in half between two claws and tossed the contents into his mouth. “Good protein, these,” he commented as I sat down.
“Must be for that good arm you've got there,” I mumbled. I caught sight of a couple of bags beneath his chair, seemingly from one of the tech stores contained within the center.
“Bah, it's guesswork. So how are you? I haven't heard from you since we worked together!”
“I was just spending time with a friend, shopping and enjoying my time off.”
“Your time off? Oh, am I interrupting something?”
His snide tone irked me, though now wasn’t the time for interjections. “You are, Qitel,” I replied with no shortage of vitriol in my tone. “But I see no harm in chatting for a bit.”
“Good, because I have some merchandise”- he reached into his belt pocket and deposited a couple of items onto the table -“and you’re just the person to look into it, human sympathizer.”
I drew a terse breath in shock, but my worries were quelled when I considered that if Qitel had the power to do anything about it, he would’ve done so instead of approaching me so discreetly. A glance down at the item on the table showed that he was presenting what looked to be a tracker as well as a personal drive. “Found in the garbage,” he told me.
“The guild resorts to dumpster diving when they already have such a bloated budget now?”
“No, featherbrain, I have decided to keep this for myself. These items were found together, sealed in a plastic pouch, and placed in a garbage bin. The city has bans against electronics being placed into public bins, and so I was curious why this wound up in there. Managed to get my coworker, a techie, to crack it open and…”
Qitel reached into his belt again, glowering at me with the same condescending gaze he’d given me when I first saw his face. He seemed to revel in digging for the item as slowly as possible to waste my time. Finally, he found whatever he was looking for and revealed it as a printed piece of paper, folded into eighths. The snobby yotul threw the unfurled paper on the table and rolled it toward me.
I craned my neck to look at the parchment, though I was immediately perplexed by the text on it; it appeared to be some sort of form, going by the boxes with words on the inside, followed by blank lines. “Found on the drive, here,” Qitel told me, jabbing a claw to the storage. “Translator shows it as Terran writing.”
Drawing my holopad from my satchel, I held it over the paper with the translator to get an understanding. Surely enough, the language on it came up positive as a variant of Terran writing and I was affirmed in it being a form of some sort based on the wording of the text. The boxes seemed like an odd sort of job application, asking for the typical name, contacts, and prior work experiences, but quickly took a strange turn as it began asking for where their home on Earth was prior to arrival, what family they had on Venlil Prime if any, and where they worked, implying that they were seeking individuals who were already employed.
I knew little about human employment methods, but I didn’t imagine that sourcing individuals from other jobs was the most efficient way to gain a workforce. Terran service industries already dotted the planet while many humans also found work in local environments. So what was the angle that the creator of this application was going for?
Most concerningly was that the paper had no insignia, identifying marks, or noted address to return the form to. “And where did you find it again?”
“In the garbage, alongside this intact tracker that was activated at the time of recovery. Y’know, when I was dumpster diving. Text on the document showed it was addressed to one ‘Choctaw Nexus’.”
“A pseudonym of some sort?”
“Clearly. Short sorting through the archives shows the first name traces back to the group out east - perhaps you've heard about them. How the name and the items we have here are connected is beyond my understanding, but-”
“Well, this has been an absolutely riveting discussion about your collection of trash, Qitel,” I told him as I stood up to leave. “But this really sounds like an issue to be resolved by your fellow guildsmen.”
The sound of another shell splitting rang out as I turned away.
“I'm not through talking with you, predator.”
The sting as a piece nailed me in the back of the head prompted me to whirl back around, sticking my beak in the insolent yotul's snout. “Perhaps you've forgotten, little man,” I cooed in an equally bittersweet tone to the one he gave me before. “The krakotl never had a problem with settling issues the old-fashioned way before the interview. Try me and find out why I'm in the line of work I am.”
“Oh, we wouldn't want that in such a"- he waved his paw to a group of passersby who had stopped to gawk at my display -”public forum. Please, contain yourself.”
I had to force the feathers on my back to settle and I raised my head away from him. “What else is it you wanted, then?”
“Well, I'd appreciate if you took this merchandise off my paws,” he told me as he brushed the electronics and printout toward me.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you're closer to the humans than I'd ever care to be, and may be able to find out who this Choctaw Nexus is. Something about the package just feels… off. And I know when to trust my feelings. Besides, we both know that you know where Tac is, don't we?”
“I don't-”
“We have videographic evidence that you conspired with a human - of the aforementioned squatters, no less - and let the kid escape. You're not as sneaky as you think, and if we find this ‘Choctaw Nexus’ turns out to be a bad actor that can be traced back to them - and by extension, you - well, there’d be no talking down my boss from having you dealt with. By helping me find out who this is, you may yet be able to clear your name of any wrongdoing.”
I clenched my beak tightly to maintain a straight face. Qitel stood up with a flourish and discarded the bag he was carrying in a bin.
“See, the krakotl were never special for using threats and bullying to get results. It's because you were good at killing predators,” he jeered. “Now, if you don't mind, this primitive has appointments to attend to… old lady who got trampled courtesy of the humans and all. You stay out of trouble, Hileen, and stay in touch.”
The self-assured marsupial melded into the crowd in a matter of seconds, leaving me with a table containing dumpster trophies and a pile of shells. Reluctantly, I swept the shells into my wing and dumped them into the bin before gathering the other two items he'd left me and stuffing them into my bag. I'd been gone from Nampi long enough and she would notice my absence before long.
Crossing the walkway again, I could spot from where I stood that Nampi was indeed still in the Platinum Paw. I approached, and soon I found that while she didn't seem to have noticed me stepping away, she was definitely in a soured mood based on the sagging of her ears and tail. With my talons clacking on the floorboards, I hustled to her side and her mood chippered up ever so slightly as she heard me approach.
I chimed in, “Find anything?”
“Everything. I want everything, Red, and I can't decide on what I want. They all just look so great!”
From behind, a voice called out, “Nampi!”
We both jumped at the exclamation and turned about to spot the venlil lady I'd seen before spring from behind the shelf. The man poked his head from behind the shelf too, though less enthusiastically and with yet another bag in his clutches. My friend's eyes widened in surprise with her tail and ears perking up in kind. With a light in her eyes, she exclaimed, “Nalek!”
The two embraced with shrill squeals and laughter as Nalek's accompaniment and I traded awkward glances.
“It's been too long!”
“You never stayed in contact!”
The women exchanged giddy greetings and the pompous stranger turned to me, leering over me as though she was sizing me up.
“Who's your friend here?”
“Oh she's actually my-...”
Nampi paused for a moment, looking back to me.
“Yeah, she's a friend.”
“A friend,” Nalek repeated while her eyes flicked between Nampi and I. “Right.”
Somehow, I get the impression that that was judgemental.
“I'm Hileen, by the way,” I chirped, “if names are to be exchanged.”
“Hileen, that's a lovely name! And such plumage to match, it's a wonder you aren't swarmed by suitors!”
Internally, I groaned at the notion. The idea of being approached by someone to state their interest in me made me queasy, to say the least. Thankfully, I never had that issue growing up as most of the other drakes in school were too busy chasing girls who didn't have a lousy pigmentation mutation such as myself.
“I'm flattered,” I told Nalek before turning to the man whose name had yet to be introduced. “May we get your name?”
“Sask.”
His response was succinct and tonally flat, though there was a brief silence as I expected him to elaborate. Nalek's beads jingled as she lashed him on the calf with her tail.
“I'm Sask, Nalek's fiancée,” he added, throwing her a look to see if she was satisfied.
Nampi gasped with her paws over her snout. “Fiancée! Nalek, you're getting married and you never even told me!”
“Well, I felt a little guilty since it technically broke our pact we made when we were pups. You remember that?”
“Of course! Why wouldn’t I? ‘Let she who bonds through betrothal first be cast out unto the world for all to admonish her!’”
Sask and I both gave inquisitive expressions. “You two spoke like that as pups?” Sask asked.
“Well, I'm paraphrasing,” Nampi admitted with a playful ear waggle. “But you get the gist.”
“Indeed, they do, sweet Nampi. Now, may I ask what you're doing bringing your avian friend here into this store on this fine claw?”
“Oh, no no, she's the one treating me! Isn't that right, Red?”
I saw her tail twitch and was sure it took restraint not to tickle my neck with it as we stood before her old friend.
“She's been a good friend,” I explained. “So I wanted to reverse the roles for once and treat her to something myself.”
Nampi skipped over to me and wrapped her arm around me, glancing back to her old friend. “See? We'd all be so lucky to have a… friend like her.”
“So I've witnessed. But perhaps you're a bit stuck, as I've seen you prancing up and down these aisles for a while, no? Maybe you don't know what you want?”
“Nalek, you know I've never been good about making my mind up.”
“Some things never change, you ditz. Tell you what: you and Sask go find us a seat and we can catch up all we'd like when we're not taking up aisle space, yes? So shoo! I'll help Hileen here pick one out for you!”
With a bored grunt, Sask made off with the goods he had strapped to himself, followed by Nampi who gave me one more playful tail flick before dashing off into the crowd. I looked back to the mottled snout of Nalek who watched her friend wander off with a wistful glance.
“She was my first, you know.”
“Your what now.”
“Love. Way back when we were growing from pups into young adults back in private education, we explored much together. We saw each other through a lot, including the less savory parts of finding a mate. When Nampi realized it wasn't the boys she was into, she turned to me, and I offered my hand as her stalwart companion… to a point.”
“You weren't interested in her the same way?”
“I'd grown up seeing her as a sister of sorts, so ultimately, when we split it off, we stayed close as friends and she never seemed to be bothered by it. She struggled to find others in school who had the same interests as herself, but she never fussed about it.”
Nalek's claws browsed over a set of pouched bandoliers made with intricate embroidering. “Have you two… spent the night together? Alone?”
Spiritually, I reeled from the inquiry. The whiplash from that question was equitable to being smacked by a human. “Wha- why? How's that pertinent to the subject at hand?”
“That sounds like a ‘yes’ to me,” she purred with a smug glance my way.
I didn't need to begin to list the different ways such a question was violating to our privacy, and yet this woman was treating it like a game.
“Not really your concern, ma'am.”
Nalek chuckled as she picked out one of the bandoliers and inspected it with her claws. “I'd like to think that she and I still have that old connection, despite everything. And to that end, I know that she's no slag and doesn't trust easy. To see her be so vulnerable around you and to talk so highly of someone who's clearly below her income level as a predator…”
She stretched the bandolier out to appreciate the design in its entirety.
“Well, that's something special. Here"- she foisted the accessory into my wings as I stood gobsmacked -"this just screams her name.”
“This is, like, double my budget.”
“Love don't come cheap, darling. You wanna see good things happen, sometimes you've gotta step out of your comfort zone and grasp for it!”
“I'm being lectured by a rich woman on finances.”
“It's a philosophy that goes beyond money, ‘Red.’ The humans have a saying, in their horrendously predatory nomenclature, that contains a kernel of truth: ‘you miss every shot you don't take’.”
Yep, that's definitely a human phrase.
Nalek's steely braid rattled with every flick of the tail as we proceeded through the checkout.
“You want things to change between you and her?” she continued. “Don't just wait for it to happen.”
She let the conversation rest there as we finished the purchase, possibly to let me recuperate mentally from the damage done to my account. Outside, we found our respective partners sitting at a table with Sask looking up in boredom as Nampi chatted away, though she immediately shut up and turned to me with excited flicks of her tail as she saw what I was carrying.
I held it toward her and she happily shot to her feet, effortlessly removing the tags with her claws and clipping it to her belt. Nalek clapped and waggled her tail as the giddy lady did a whirl about to let us admire the accessory. While I'd have preferred one with pockets to give it a more practical use, I decided to let Nalek have the victory as our mutual friend clearly enjoyed it.
The rest of the paw was a blur as the two friends chatted without end until Sask eventually reminded his betrothed that they had a schedule to attend to. Though Nalek offered to call us a taxi home as a gesture of kindness, I saw through her ruse to determine that she was trying to pull a fast one on me - the clever ear flick she gave as we boarded the automated vehicle sold it for me.
We sat in the seats as the vehicle took the express ride home.
Nampi cleared her throat before she spoke, “Thank you for taking some time to spend with me, I know you've had a lot less free time as of late.”
“It's a prison of my own design, if I must be honest. A feedback loop of working a job that doesn't guarantee a paycheck to pay for rent that keeps going up, and thus needing to work more.”
The venlil giggled and chided me, “You really should've stayed in university.”
“There's a lotta 'should haves’ that've led me to this point. No use wondering what could have been.”
“There's always a use for wondering what could have been, Hileen.”
She wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
“Every decision I make, I always wonder what I could've done differently that it'd have turned out better,” she explained as she waved her free paw to the sky. “It's how you grow as a person, Red.”
Her silky pelt felt heavenly in contrast to the chilly air from outside, making it hard to let her words sink in.
“You rich types seem chock full of philosophy. I wonder if I'll become a brooding orator when I get some cash to my name.”
The cab filled with laughter as we veered around the final corner to my neighborhood, as it was the closest stop. The door popped open accompanied by a chime from the drone, signaling for me to depart.
But before my talons could even hit the pavement, I felt Nampi's scrawny arms wrap around my waist and she let out a pitiful mewl again.
“You don't need to get off here,” she told me with a pouty expression. “We can spend the rest of the paw at my place.”
“I'd love it, but I need to water my plants and get the month's bills sorted before they're due. Again.”
One claw at a time, I plucked her paws from around my waist and the childish venlil conceded, giving me another ear waggle as I departed. “I'll see you tomorrow?” I asked her.
“If you still have eyes by then, then you can bet your ass!”
“I still don't gamble.”
“You'll come around to it eventually.”
I shut the door to the taxi and watched as it carted away the one venlil who I ever truly felt on the same wavelength as. Fiddling with the lock felt like more of a chore than usual at this time as I felt a little voice tugging at the back of my head.
“You miss every shot you don't take.”
The lock felt jammed as I began to jiggle it more vigorously with the electric key. Either the RFID or NFC readers were messed up, as the lock refused to accept my key. I looked up and down the street, though Nampi was now long gone for me to rescind my earlier rejection.
“Every decision I make, I wonder what I could've done differently.”
The door rattled as I grew more and more infuriated with the lock. Qitel's smug expression as he threatened me so boldly in public played back in my head, and I wondered what would've happened had I decided to go through with insulting his mother. Better yet, I wondered what could've been had I not backed down in the face of his unflinching confidence.
Bzzt. The lock rejected my key again.
“Raagh! You fucking useless hunk of junk!”
I squawked in anger and kicked against the door, careless of the consequences of having Markol back down here to admonish another of his tenants for causing a ruckus. The walls were surprisingly sturdy for how ineffective the venlil architecture looked on the surface and I reeled back in pain as my leg throbbed.
Click.
I looked to my left to see that it wasn't my door that came open, but that of the twins. The door cracked open ever so slightly, no doubt nudged by the force of my tirade and I sighed. Nobody was expected to be home at this time, with Vili being away and Luka leaving early to get a head start.
Luka had been given a stern talking-to by the landlord for allowing one of those cats into his apartment through neglect, and I was disappointed that he seemed to have not learned his lesson this time. In fact, it seemed he hadn't even thought to lock the door this time.
I took it upon myself to shut the door for him before turning back to my own apartment door. Grasping the key with one talon, I turned it ever so gently, though the lock still refused to give in.
With a bit more force, the torsion applied to the key felt as though it should've snapped it by now. Markol sure didn't waste any expense for the security for this place, doubtlessly as a result of his history in electronic security, but I wished now that he had provided a way in that didn't rely on privately sourced locks.
Considering my options as I stood trapped outside, I realized that I had never gotten around to paying for a new lock for Tadi. I'd considered contacting her to inform her that Tac had made it out of town safely, but that'd involve also telling her that her son was now in the care of humans, as if that was a better outcome to her.
Stepping out front, I realized that there was one more option I hadn't considered: my window. I usually forgot to lock it after I was through letting air circulate and I was silently grateful to myself for this absentmindedness now more than ever. Sticking a foot on the threshold, I lifted myself in a way that'd allow me to have leverage to force the window open.
The window made me fight for every inch, but I felt a strange satisfaction as it slowly opened up into an entrance that I could squeeze my way through. I let out a sigh as my talons clicked against the cool floor and slid the window shut.
I laid my satchel on the couch and turned back to the door, ready to unleash my fury on the disobedient object. But as I reached for the lock to manually open the door, I noted that the lights on the RFID interface both flashed at once, blinking erratically. Red and green flickered without rhyme or reason, indicating that it was both active and inactive.
As pretty as the colors were, I now knew that Markol's locks were not as reliable as he had touted them about: typically, such would not occur unless the device was damaged deliberately, and yet nothing indicated that I'd had uninvited guests. One could pray that those cats didn't secretly know how to cobble together an ECM jammer, but my personal wager was on faulty equipment.
Settling in, I browsed my favorite soaps on the television. For what was intended to be a day of relaxation and show of affection for a friend, I found myself rather wound up over all the things that added up. Couples threw around flowery words and swooned over one another on screen as I felt the tension diffuse. My holopad rang and I turned it over to spot that Nampi was informing me that she'd arrived home safely.
>>> Feels empty here, all alone.
She made sure to drive the point home with a sticker of a venlil making a pouty expression.
Next time, I thought to myself, I'll get it right for you, Nampi.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Hileen, Krakotl Fugitive Recovery Agent
Date [standardized human time]: November 28th, 2136
It'd been a while since I sat in Marlig's office for a talk face-to-face. Given the agency's secluded location at the edge of the downtown region, it was a chore to drop by when it wasn't for business, but I'd deemed the matter at hand to be worth my time.
I passed by Nampi at her desk on my way to the door and she gave me a coy glare as I carried on. Trying to ignore her risible ear waggle, I turned the corner to the door with my boss’s name painted on the glass panel where I could hear the frantic crumpling of paper.
Quietly, I entered Marlig's office without prompt as I knew he hated to be spooked by knocking. My mentor was surprisingly spry for a bird at his age, sorting through papers with one wing and an eye while using his talons with the other to set away the papers he had splayed out.
“Hileen!” he chirped. “Glad you could make it in today. I was just finishing up my paperwork. Take a seat.”
It was always nice to hear him drop the professional motif for a more grandfatherly attitude when speaking in person. I did as he suggested and took a seat while he grumbled to himself over the sorting. My eye caught a few of the old contracts he was rifling through and saw that some dated back to his days as an agent.
Eventually, he left some sitting out as he sequestered the rest back into their files, sorted by a dichotomy that only he and Nampi could comprehend fully. He motioned with a wing for me to peruse and I turned the first one to face me to find it was my first contract, signed by me in a sloppy fashion. “This takes me back a couple of years.”
“Slick bastard thought he could get away on a forklift but you showed him! Certainly more exciting than my first day!”
“Mm-hmm. And it was when I nearly got impaled that you had the idea to commission all of us utility vests.”
He chuckled, “I really should’ve done so sooner. Cuts and scratches were already a risk, but a forklift was a new one!”
I flipped through the pages of each report, finding that Marlig's notes were filled with praises of my work. There were highs and lows, but I was flattered to find that the grizzled krakotl held my performance in such high regard.
“Flawless interception!” read one footnote about me catching a runner. “Couldn't have done it better myself!”
Marlig waited patiently as I browsed quickly through each page, realizing more and more how the notes also marked improvements in my work. How I found it easier to talk down a rowdy client, or apprehend them in the case that they were beyond helping on my part. Flowery language plastered most pages with him fawning over my work as a doting father would to his prodigal child.
The trend took a sharp turn as the notes became fewer and more critical the closer the dates reached to the present. I brushed the others aside with a wing to peruse the final paper. “And this…”
“Is Tac. Your latest contract. The most recent in a line of declining performance since the interview. This has become a pattern, Hileen, and its consequences are beginning to reach beyond yourself. Paji and Vesek resigned recently for personal reasons, which leaves us even less hands on deck than before. That's four people to cover the entire municipal region, and maybe even beyond, should needs arise. Three, if we include this little probation I have you on.”
“What was I supposed to do? Marlig, these ‘jobs’ you've got us working on overstep the contracts we were signed on with. Our job is to make sure people obey their court-mandated duties, not drag them off to the facilities ourselves!”
“... So the trip we took to the facilities did bother you.”
A sigh clicked in my throat as he reminded me. “Is that what happens to the people we take in, Marlig? Is that what would've happened to your wife?”
His feathers ruffled.
“That's what happens to those who are too dangerous to the general public to be left roaming free. Not everyone we deal with winds up there, but everyone can be subject to it. Miskela sued for her exoneration and proved in court that she was not diseased. I brought you there to show you how it helps the people, but I see now that it was a mistake. I understand why you were so perturbed, really, but it's how things have been for centuries. It's how we've protected ourselves from the dangers out there.”
“You were willing to let Barsul be interned there, too.”
Marlig flinched and sighed as he swept the papers towards himself once I'd signaled I was done. He turned one eye to me while he sorted them.
“There's no room for favoritism, girl. I negotiated for him to be allowed to walk free, and look where that got me. That boy - your neighbor - suffered the consequences of my nepotism. So too would the girl, had nobody intervened.”
“Like Richard.”
“The human, yes. Or you. Or the police. Where does this sudden obsession with humans come from, anyway? I get notifications of you talking about the acceptance of them all the time on forums.”
“Does it even need explaining?”
“Well, I guess not, no, but it's certainly an about-face from the way you used to talk about them with me beforehand.”
“People can change, for better or worse. Which one I fall under remains to be seen.”
Marlig stroked at the plumage on his neck as he finished his sorting. “I hope it's the former, for your sake. Was there any reason you came to talk, or were you just checking that I hadn't gone senile?”
“Well, I was hoping to borrow your secretary for the evening.”
He perked up while his eyes narrowed and he laced his fingers together with curiosity. “You… want to spend an evening with Nampi?”
“It's not what you're insinuating, but yes.”
“I was insinuating nothing,” he warbled coyly. “Go ahead and take her, and make sure to split the bill at dinner.”
“Pain-in-the-ass geezer. I'll keep in touch if your friend causes any more trouble.”
“Keep in touch regardless. Miskela and I get lonely in our old age,” he called back. “Take care.”
I stepped out into the hallway and turned toward the desk where I could hear the secretary's claws tapping furtively at her keyboard. Nampi sat silently with her ears and tail in a relaxed position that implied a bored demeanor. There was barely any response as I stood before her, waiting politely for her acknowledgment that never came.
Hesitantly, I cleared my throat.
An ear raised in acknowledgement, but her focus remained on the screen of her computer. “Mhm?”
“Do you…?”
Her ear rotated toward me, though she still maintained a passive attitude as she continued to glare mindlessly at the monitor.
“Are you free this evening?”
“Well, I'm quite booked, I believe. Why do you ask?”
I was surprised at her curt, dry tone. She hadn't spoken with me like this since we first got to know one another.
“Well,” I started. “I realized something. Every time we went out, whether it was clubbing, or dinner, or even walking around the parks, you always footed the bill. And so…”
Slowly, her other ear perked up and I saw her keystrokes slow down as she listened in.
“I wanted to return the favor?”
Her lips smacked as she opened her mouth, though paused before she spoke. “How could you possibly do that?”
“With a little gesture of friendship.”
Nampi's horizontal pupil turned up toward me and her tail twitched.
I continued, “So that belt you're wearing? It's the same belt you've worn since we first met. And I know you're the pragmatic type who'd never spend a credit more than she needs to, except for all the times you do"- her ears twitched in indignance -"I wanted to see about getting you a little something… extra?”
Her paws raised from the keyboard and she leaned in, resting her snout on her palms. “Go on.”
The bubbly venlil's tail sold out her collected facade as it twitched with anticipation. She was cornered and she didn't even know it yet.
“Well, I found just the place on the other side of town where we can start. It's a place almost as rich and indulgent as yourself.”
“The Platinum Paw? I mean3”
Her ears folded back in embarrassment as she cracked. She wasn't cut out for acting anyway.
“So that's what it's called! Jeez, I couldn't for the life of me figure out what it was called. Now what do you say? We go over there and find you something nice—”
I hadn’t even finished my thought before Nampi had grabbed her bag and was out the door, giving me a playful tail flick that said come and get me.
The place I suggested was in a shopping center on the opposite side of town, though easily accessible because of its proximity to the transport rails. Nampi had insisted on grabbing something to eat beforehand and so now gleefully bit into a bundle of stalks that had been “grilled” as explained from the food truck we'd stopped at.
Her tail flicked back and forth with her usual enthusiasm as we entered the massive complex of stores. The roofless plan allowed the natural, orange sun to flood the upper levels while artificial lighting illuminated the ground level wherever the light couldn't reach.
The place was built in the last decade by the previous City Magister in a bid for popularity, though ultimately for naught as he would lose the vote following a scandal involving an iftali priestess and a carved bar of soap. I had to say that despite being sick in the head, he sure had a great sense of decor.
Nampi snacked away, joining me in admiring the scenery as we continued to the place I’d planned out for us. Aimless chatter all melded together into a single, thrumming murmur as pedestrians navigated the many levels and stores offered in the place.
A troupe of children passed by us, held in a chain of tails and arms as they were escorted by a pair of venlil who I assumed were students and teachers on a school trip. I caught a whiff of a sweet, aromatic breeze and found it to come from a perfume shop on the same level as us; naturally, venlil were not to be found inside.
We passed a fountain where a couple sat on the edge, their tails twined together as they giggled and flirted. I turned and caught Nampi watching them as well, though she awkwardly returned to sucking the remains of her meal from her claws when we made eye contact. Her ears lifted when I raised a wing to signal to the store we were going to stop at first.
“Platinum Paw, The Greatest Fashion Emporium For Everyone!”
The title alone was painfully cliche, taken to the tenth power by the brightly lit store taking up three department slots. Despite the flashy exterior, though, it was the best place to shop for belts, brooches, and bracelets alike. Customers who looked like they earned my yearly salary in a week browsed the higher end brands while I brought my friend to the section I wanted to show her.
Her ears were held up as we stood together next to a shelf chock full of fashionable bags and bandoliers of every variety.
“Pick one,” I told her.
Nampi's ears shot to a straight pose in surprise, “Any?”
“Within reason. I've got a few extra credits to blow and I know nobody better to spend it on.”
With an inviting headtilt, I let Nampi peruse the shelves at her leisure. Her lips pursed together and her tail flicked with glee as she fingered at every piece that caught her eye. I chuckled at her outburst of enthusiasm while turning to find my own items to gloss over.
A breeze from outside nipped at my beak while I considered what I’d like to purchase. The place dripped with an atmosphere of faux hospitality, from the bright blue-stained floorboards to the radio prattling off advertisements in a sickeningly sweet tone to the faint, fruity aroma of scented cleaner. It was oppressive as only a fissan-owned company could be to the senses.
What I wouldn’t pay to see how a human would fare in such an environment.
I knew they were social creatures at least, but I had no doubt that the predatory senses of a human, so honed to hunting, would get overstimulated in this center of gaudy indulgence. Knowing I was something of a predator myself made me sympathize provided that even I had to squint to keep the pale lights inside from searing my eyes. I could only imagine how the arboreal eyes of a Terran would fare. I was so lost in thought imagining how lost the Terrans would be that I could almost ignore the obnoxious giggling and metallic rattling coming from behind me.
Risking a peek at the source, into my sight came a pair of venlil, one a male carrying a pair of bags as well as a couple more strapped to his belt. The bored expression in his eyes was not one of a man who was in high spirits. The other venlil was a woman who was the source of the noise.
Her mottled gray pelt was accented by a tasteful belt design, free of almost any practical functions but not flashy or excessive in garnishment either. At least, that’s what I would say, were it not for the braid of beads that dangled on the belt, jingling with each bounce of the lively woman’s stride. It was clear that such a gaudy accessory was intended to draw attention to her, though why was a mystery. Certainly, the shiny braids seemed designed as decoration first and practical second.
She turned about and I faced back to my browsing before she could catch me staring. Nampi was nowhere in sight, though I figured she was somewhere behind the shelf, sifting through every accessory on the section I'd suggested.
Clink.
Something pelted to my immediate right. I tilted my head to spot a tree nut shell clattering to the floor. Without being able to guess where it came from, I had to wonder what could've launched it over this way. Even with my keen eyesight, nobody in the crowd seemed to be a suspect.
Clink.
Another shell pelted my vicinity, ricocheting off of the floor and hitting the shelf I was standing next to. I ruffled my feathers in frustration - clearly, someone was trying to get my attention, though I couldn't make out who it was. Out of the corner of my vision, the woman from before eyed me curiously as I looked about, though I wasn't interested in engaging with her.
Thwack.
One more shell came flying and, unfortunately, the aim on this one was true, nailing me on the beak. Irritated, I stormed out of the store to find the source of the instigator. I scanned over the bodies to find anyone who could've been responsible for this indignity, eventually concluding that it came from the dining area across the walkway.
Whoever was responsible was in for an earful and I was already structuring which of the offender's family members would be acceptable as fodder for stray words. As I approached, I found the tables were mostly empty save for one, which made my heart begin to drop as I met eyes with the only occupant. Suddenly, I was much less inclined to hurl insults.
“Oh, hi there!” Qitel called out in a sickly sweet tone. “Come, take a seat! We have much to discuss!”
The Exterminator clutched a bag of tree nuts in his claws, a pile of discarded shells already gathered on the table next to him. He grabbed another as I approached, effortlessly prying the shell in half between two claws and tossed the contents into his mouth. “Good protein, these,” he commented as I sat down.
“Must be for that good arm you've got there,” I mumbled. I caught sight of a couple of bags beneath his chair, seemingly from one of the tech stores contained within the center.
“Bah, it's guesswork. So how are you? I haven't heard from you since we worked together!”
“I was just spending time with a friend, shopping and enjoying my time off.”
“Your time off? Oh, am I interrupting something?”
His snide tone irked me, though now wasn’t the time for interjections. “You are, Qitel,” I replied with no shortage of vitriol in my tone. “But I see no harm in chatting for a bit.”
“Good, because I have some merchandise”- he reached into his belt pocket and deposited a couple of items onto the table -“and you’re just the person to look into it, human sympathizer.”
I drew a terse breath in shock, but my worries were quelled when I considered that if Qitel had the power to do anything about it, he would’ve done so instead of approaching me so discreetly. A glance down at the item on the table showed that he was presenting what looked to be a tracker as well as a personal drive. “Found in the garbage,” he told me.
“The guild resorts to dumpster diving when they already have such a bloated budget now?”
“No, featherbrain, I have decided to keep this for myself. These items were found together, sealed in a plastic pouch, and placed in a garbage bin. The city has bans against electronics being placed into public bins, and so I was curious why this wound up in there. Managed to get my coworker, a techie, to crack it open and…”
Qitel reached into his belt again, glowering at me with the same condescending gaze he’d given me when I first saw his face. He seemed to revel in digging for the item as slowly as possible to waste my time. Finally, he found whatever he was looking for and revealed it as a printed piece of paper, folded into eighths. The snobby yotul threw the unfurled paper on the table and rolled it toward me.
I craned my neck to look at the parchment, though I was immediately perplexed by the text on it; it appeared to be some sort of form, going by the boxes with words on the inside, followed by blank lines. “Found on the drive, here,” Qitel told me, jabbing a claw to the storage. “Translator shows it as Terran writing.”
Drawing my holopad from my satchel, I held it over the paper with the translator to get an understanding. Surely enough, the language on it came up positive as a variant of Terran writing and I was affirmed in it being a form of some sort based on the wording of the text. The boxes seemed like an odd sort of job application, asking for the typical name, contacts, and prior work experiences, but quickly took a strange turn as it began asking for where their home on Earth was prior to arrival, what family they had on Venlil Prime if any, and where they worked, implying that they were seeking individuals who were already employed.
I knew little about human employment methods, but I didn’t imagine that sourcing individuals from other jobs was the most efficient way to gain a workforce. Terran service industries already dotted the planet while many humans also found work in local environments. So what was the angle that the creator of this application was going for?
Most concerningly was that the paper had no insignia, identifying marks, or noted address to return the form to. “And where did you find it again?”
“In the garbage, alongside this intact tracker that was activated at the time of recovery. Y’know, when I was dumpster diving. Text on the document showed it was addressed to one ‘Choctaw Nexus’.”
“A pseudonym of some sort?”
“Clearly. Short sorting through the archives shows the first name traces back to the group out east - perhaps you've heard about them. How the name and the items we have here are connected is beyond my understanding, but-”
“Well, this has been an absolutely riveting discussion about your collection of trash, Qitel,” I told him as I stood up to leave. “But this really sounds like an issue to be resolved by your fellow guildsmen.”
The sound of another shell splitting rang out as I turned away.
“I'm not through talking with you, predator.”
The sting as a piece nailed me in the back of the head prompted me to whirl back around, sticking my beak in the insolent yotul's snout. “Perhaps you've forgotten, little man,” I cooed in an equally bittersweet tone to the one he gave me before. “The krakotl never had a problem with settling issues the old-fashioned way before the interview. Try me and find out why I'm in the line of work I am.”
“Oh, we wouldn't want that in such a"- he waved his paw to a group of passersby who had stopped to gawk at my display -”public forum. Please, contain yourself.”
I had to force the feathers on my back to settle and I raised my head away from him. “What else is it you wanted, then?”
“Well, I'd appreciate if you took this merchandise off my paws,” he told me as he brushed the electronics and printout toward me.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you're closer to the humans than I'd ever care to be, and may be able to find out who this Choctaw Nexus is. Something about the package just feels… off. And I know when to trust my feelings. Besides, we both know that you know where Tac is, don't we?”
“I don't-”
“We have videographic evidence that you conspired with a human - of the aforementioned squatters, no less - and let the kid escape. You're not as sneaky as you think, and if we find this ‘Choctaw Nexus’ turns out to be a bad actor that can be traced back to them - and by extension, you - well, there’d be no talking down my boss from having you dealt with. By helping me find out who this is, you may yet be able to clear your name of any wrongdoing.”
I clenched my beak tightly to maintain a straight face. Qitel stood up with a flourish and discarded the bag he was carrying in a bin.
“See, the krakotl were never special for using threats and bullying to get results. It's because you were good at killing predators,” he jeered. “Now, if you don't mind, this primitive has appointments to attend to… old lady who got trampled courtesy of the humans and all. You stay out of trouble, Hileen, and stay in touch.”
The self-assured marsupial melded into the crowd in a matter of seconds, leaving me with a table containing dumpster trophies and a pile of shells. Reluctantly, I swept the shells into my wing and dumped them into the bin before gathering the other two items he'd left me and stuffing them into my bag. I'd been gone from Nampi long enough and she would notice my absence before long.
Crossing the walkway again, I could spot from where I stood that Nampi was indeed still in the Platinum Paw. I approached, and soon I found that while she didn't seem to have noticed me stepping away, she was definitely in a soured mood based on the sagging of her ears and tail. With my talons clacking on the floorboards, I hustled to her side and her mood chippered up ever so slightly as she heard me approach.
I chimed in, “Find anything?”
“Everything. I want everything, Red, and I can't decide on what I want. They all just look so great!”
From behind, a voice called out, “Nampi!”
We both jumped at the exclamation and turned about to spot the venlil lady I'd seen before spring from behind the shelf. The man poked his head from behind the shelf too, though less enthusiastically and with yet another bag in his clutches. My friend's eyes widened in surprise with her tail and ears perking up in kind. With a light in her eyes, she exclaimed, “Nalek!”
The two embraced with shrill squeals and laughter as Nalek's accompaniment and I traded awkward glances.
“It's been too long!”
“You never stayed in contact!”
The women exchanged giddy greetings and the pompous stranger turned to me, leering over me as though she was sizing me up.
“Who's your friend here?”
“Oh she's actually my-...”
Nampi paused for a moment, looking back to me.
“Yeah, she's a friend.”
“A friend,” Nalek repeated while her eyes flicked between Nampi and I. “Right.”
Somehow, I get the impression that that was judgemental.
“I'm Hileen, by the way,” I chirped, “if names are to be exchanged.”
“Hileen, that's a lovely name! And such plumage to match, it's a wonder you aren't swarmed by suitors!”
Internally, I groaned at the notion. The idea of being approached by someone to state their interest in me made me queasy, to say the least. Thankfully, I never had that issue growing up as most of the other drakes in school were too busy chasing girls who didn't have a lousy pigmentation mutation such as myself.
“I'm flattered,” I told Nalek before turning to the man whose name had yet to be introduced. “May we get your name?”
“Sask.”
His response was succinct and tonally flat, though there was a brief silence as I expected him to elaborate. Nalek's beads jingled as she lashed him on the calf with her tail.
“I'm Sask, Nalek's fiancée,” he added, throwing her a look to see if she was satisfied.
Nampi gasped with her paws over her snout. “Fiancée! Nalek, you're getting married and you never even told me!”
“Well, I felt a little guilty since it technically broke our pact we made when we were pups. You remember that?”
“Of course! Why wouldn’t I? ‘Let she who bonds through betrothal first be cast out unto the world for all to admonish her!’”
Sask and I both gave inquisitive expressions. “You two spoke like that as pups?” Sask asked.
“Well, I'm paraphrasing,” Nampi admitted with a playful ear waggle. “But you get the gist.”
“Indeed, they do, sweet Nampi. Now, may I ask what you're doing bringing your avian friend here into this store on this fine claw?”
“Oh, no no, she's the one treating me! Isn't that right, Red?”
I saw her tail twitch and was sure it took restraint not to tickle my neck with it as we stood before her old friend.
“She's been a good friend,” I explained. “So I wanted to reverse the roles for once and treat her to something myself.”
Nampi skipped over to me and wrapped her arm around me, glancing back to her old friend. “See? We'd all be so lucky to have a… friend like her.”
“So I've witnessed. But perhaps you're a bit stuck, as I've seen you prancing up and down these aisles for a while, no? Maybe you don't know what you want?”
“Nalek, you know I've never been good about making my mind up.”
“Some things never change, you ditz. Tell you what: you and Sask go find us a seat and we can catch up all we'd like when we're not taking up aisle space, yes? So shoo! I'll help Hileen here pick one out for you!”
With a bored grunt, Sask made off with the goods he had strapped to himself, followed by Nampi who gave me one more playful tail flick before dashing off into the crowd. I looked back to the mottled snout of Nalek who watched her friend wander off with a wistful glance.
“She was my first, you know.”
“Your what now.”
“Love. Way back when we were growing from pups into young adults back in private education, we explored much together. We saw each other through a lot, including the less savory parts of finding a mate. When Nampi realized it wasn't the boys she was into, she turned to me, and I offered my hand as her stalwart companion… to a point.”
“You weren't interested in her the same way?”
“I'd grown up seeing her as a sister of sorts, so ultimately, when we split it off, we stayed close as friends and she never seemed to be bothered by it. She struggled to find others in school who had the same interests as herself, but she never fussed about it.”
Nalek's claws browsed over a set of pouched bandoliers made with intricate embroidering. “Have you two… spent the night together? Alone?”
Spiritually, I reeled from the inquiry. The whiplash from that question was equitable to being smacked by a human. “Wha- why? How's that pertinent to the subject at hand?”
“That sounds like a ‘yes’ to me,” she purred with a smug glance my way.
I didn't need to begin to list the different ways such a question was violating to our privacy, and yet this woman was treating it like a game.
“Not really your concern, ma'am.”
Nalek chuckled as she picked out one of the bandoliers and inspected it with her claws. “I'd like to think that she and I still have that old connection, despite everything. And to that end, I know that she's no slag and doesn't trust easy. To see her be so vulnerable around you and to talk so highly of someone who's clearly below her income level as a predator…”
She stretched the bandolier out to appreciate the design in its entirety.
“Well, that's something special. Here"- she foisted the accessory into my wings as I stood gobsmacked -"this just screams her name.”
“This is, like, double my budget.”
“Love don't come cheap, darling. You wanna see good things happen, sometimes you've gotta step out of your comfort zone and grasp for it!”
“I'm being lectured by a rich woman on finances.”
“It's a philosophy that goes beyond money, ‘Red.’ The humans have a saying, in their horrendously predatory nomenclature, that contains a kernel of truth: ‘you miss every shot you don't take’.”
Yep, that's definitely a human phrase.
Nalek's steely braid rattled with every flick of the tail as we proceeded through the checkout.
“You want things to change between you and her?” she continued. “Don't just wait for it to happen.”
She let the conversation rest there as we finished the purchase, possibly to let me recuperate mentally from the damage done to my account. Outside, we found our respective partners sitting at a table with Sask looking up in boredom as Nampi chatted away, though she immediately shut up and turned to me with excited flicks of her tail as she saw what I was carrying.
I held it toward her and she happily shot to her feet, effortlessly removing the tags with her claws and clipping it to her belt. Nalek clapped and waggled her tail as the giddy lady did a whirl about to let us admire the accessory. While I'd have preferred one with pockets to give it a more practical use, I decided to let Nalek have the victory as our mutual friend clearly enjoyed it.
The rest of the paw was a blur as the two friends chatted without end until Sask eventually reminded his betrothed that they had a schedule to attend to. Though Nalek offered to call us a taxi home as a gesture of kindness, I saw through her ruse to determine that she was trying to pull a fast one on me - the clever ear flick she gave as we boarded the automated vehicle sold it for me.
We sat in the seats as the vehicle took the express ride home.
Nampi cleared her throat before she spoke, “Thank you for taking some time to spend with me, I know you've had a lot less free time as of late.”
“It's a prison of my own design, if I must be honest. A feedback loop of working a job that doesn't guarantee a paycheck to pay for rent that keeps going up, and thus needing to work more.”
The venlil giggled and chided me, “You really should've stayed in university.”
“There's a lotta 'should haves’ that've led me to this point. No use wondering what could have been.”
“There's always a use for wondering what could have been, Hileen.”
She wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
“Every decision I make, I always wonder what I could've done differently that it'd have turned out better,” she explained as she waved her free paw to the sky. “It's how you grow as a person, Red.”
Her silky pelt felt heavenly in contrast to the chilly air from outside, making it hard to let her words sink in.
“You rich types seem chock full of philosophy. I wonder if I'll become a brooding orator when I get some cash to my name.”
The cab filled with laughter as we veered around the final corner to my neighborhood, as it was the closest stop. The door popped open accompanied by a chime from the drone, signaling for me to depart.
But before my talons could even hit the pavement, I felt Nampi's scrawny arms wrap around my waist and she let out a pitiful mewl again.
“You don't need to get off here,” she told me with a pouty expression. “We can spend the rest of the paw at my place.”
“I'd love it, but I need to water my plants and get the month's bills sorted before they're due. Again.”
One claw at a time, I plucked her paws from around my waist and the childish venlil conceded, giving me another ear waggle as I departed. “I'll see you tomorrow?” I asked her.
“If you still have eyes by then, then you can bet your ass!”
“I still don't gamble.”
“You'll come around to it eventually.”
I shut the door to the taxi and watched as it carted away the one venlil who I ever truly felt on the same wavelength as. Fiddling with the lock felt like more of a chore than usual at this time as I felt a little voice tugging at the back of my head.
“You miss every shot you don't take.”
The lock felt jammed as I began to jiggle it more vigorously with the electric key. Either the RFID or NFC readers were messed up, as the lock refused to accept my key. I looked up and down the street, though Nampi was now long gone for me to rescind my earlier rejection.
“Every decision I make, I wonder what I could've done differently.”
The door rattled as I grew more and more infuriated with the lock. Qitel's smug expression as he threatened me so boldly in public played back in my head, and I wondered what would've happened had I decided to go through with insulting his mother. Better yet, I wondered what could've been had I not backed down in the face of his unflinching confidence.
Bzzt. The lock rejected my key again.
“Raagh! You fucking useless hunk of junk!”
I squawked in anger and kicked against the door, careless of the consequences of having Markol back down here to admonish another of his tenants for causing a ruckus. The walls were surprisingly sturdy for how ineffective the venlil architecture looked on the surface and I reeled back in pain as my leg throbbed.
Click.
I looked to my left to see that it wasn't my door that came open, but that of the twins. The door cracked open ever so slightly, no doubt nudged by the force of my tirade and I sighed. Nobody was expected to be home at this time, with Vili being away and Luka leaving early to get a head start.
Luka had been given a stern talking-to by the landlord for allowing one of those cats into his apartment through neglect, and I was disappointed that he seemed to have not learned his lesson this time. In fact, it seemed he hadn't even thought to lock the door this time.
I took it upon myself to shut the door for him before turning back to my own apartment door. Grasping the key with one talon, I turned it ever so gently, though the lock still refused to give in.
With a bit more force, the torsion applied to the key felt as though it should've snapped it by now. Markol sure didn't waste any expense for the security for this place, doubtlessly as a result of his history in electronic security, but I wished now that he had provided a way in that didn't rely on privately sourced locks.
Considering my options as I stood trapped outside, I realized that I had never gotten around to paying for a new lock for Tadi. I'd considered contacting her to inform her that Tac had made it out of town safely, but that'd involve also telling her that her son was now in the care of humans, as if that was a better outcome to her.
Stepping out front, I realized that there was one more option I hadn't considered: my window. I usually forgot to lock it after I was through letting air circulate and I was silently grateful to myself for this absentmindedness now more than ever. Sticking a foot on the threshold, I lifted myself in a way that'd allow me to have leverage to force the window open.
The window made me fight for every inch, but I felt a strange satisfaction as it slowly opened up into an entrance that I could squeeze my way through. I let out a sigh as my talons clicked against the cool floor and slid the window shut.
I laid my satchel on the couch and turned back to the door, ready to unleash my fury on the disobedient object. But as I reached for the lock to manually open the door, I noted that the lights on the RFID interface both flashed at once, blinking erratically. Red and green flickered without rhyme or reason, indicating that it was both active and inactive.
As pretty as the colors were, I now knew that Markol's locks were not as reliable as he had touted them about: typically, such would not occur unless the device was damaged deliberately, and yet nothing indicated that I'd had uninvited guests. One could pray that those cats didn't secretly know how to cobble together an ECM jammer, but my personal wager was on faulty equipment.
Settling in, I browsed my favorite soaps on the television. For what was intended to be a day of relaxation and show of affection for a friend, I found myself rather wound up over all the things that added up. Couples threw around flowery words and swooned over one another on screen as I felt the tension diffuse. My holopad rang and I turned it over to spot that Nampi was informing me that she'd arrived home safely.
>>> Feels empty here, all alone.
She made sure to drive the point home with a sticker of a venlil making a pouty expression.
Next time, I thought to myself, I'll get it right for you, Nampi.
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2024.05.20 02:05 Christmas_pesant Walmart Radio
So like is there a Playlist that's up to date with the Walmart radio songs? There's one song about walking and talking I actually somewhat liked but I forgot the lyrics for it...
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2024.05.20 01:55 Prestigious_Boot_105 Breaking no contact (Again)
Alright, to make long story short from my last no contact we both really needed closure from our fight that resulted in our break-up. We hanged out every other weekend and talked for about a month. Why we broke up was due to pettiness, ego, and pride on both sides and she was on her menstrual cycle too, I was also very confused on her antics during our relationship and didn’t communicate at all with her on how I felt about, in which resulted for a perfect storm for us to break up. Fast forward a month, she reacts to a message I sent on Instagram before we broke up with a bunny on Easter. I tell her my apology and hope she and her family were doing okay, the following week calls me drunk and all emotional about wanting to be back together and wants me to go see her calling me “babe” “I love you,” etc. We hanged out, watched the Total Eclipse, a movie the following weekend, trip to Dallas (she lives in another city not too far ((kinda far actually))😭But then, she told her father after he called her during our date in Dallas. Now I already told my mom that I was seeing her again, she didn’t say anything and really didn’t care. She told it was my choice in the end of the day. Will her Dad wasn’t too fond of her being with me and after I broke up with her. After I dropped her off I messaged her the day after because she was kinda ghosting me that night I dropped her off. She just told me that her father wasn’t too happy that she was hanging with me so she said that we shouldn’t hang out anymore and or talk all together. I totally agreed as I talked to her on the way dropping her off about how I felt and if a scenario ever happened where I got a disapproval from her family it would result to me leaving because I care for her and I don’t want them and her to be unhappy for us being together after betraying there trust with there daughter. After that, we parted ways and thanked each other for the great memories and we didn’t speak for a couple days until she messages me 2 days later “ ____ 😭😭” (fill in blank with an imaginary name) I responded with “is everything okay” and then … radio silence. For a day, then messages me with “I fell asleep” at like 9PM which she knows I’m asleep because I have to wake up at 5am. I tell to stop being dry and to spit it out. I was honestly kinda annoyed because she was just drowning me in like suspense or something so I sent her a paragraph telling her I love her and care for her but it’s best for us to go no contact. AND… was left on delivered again. Now to current events, sorry the ‘ prologue’ was not “long story short.”💀
Fast forward two weeks later. It was ruff on not only me but her too. I honestly was really depressed and honestly praying to god for another chance and will, he delivered. On Thursday I took a nap of misery and told god for her to message me and give me on last time with her. Waking up at 12am all sweaty, stinky breath, thirsty as hell, I check my phone and I see a notification from her. My first thought was “my prayer was actually answered.” She just said if we could talk and how she wasn’t really handing our break up #2? She stated her dad got drunk and just told her he wasn’t mad about hanging out with me but not telling him she was hanging out with me. I told her that I was honestly really depressed and wanted her back in my life because I can’t see myself with someone else. We accepted that we will AGAIN rekindle our “friendship” (seeking to rebuild our relationship back but slow and exclusive) but here’s what’s troubling me now.
She’s being all shallow and ghosting me for hours sometimes even days. I can’t process her telling me she’s “not doing so good” without me but ends up ghosting me or being dry at times and honestly it’s bringing me the assumption she doesn’t really miss me but just likes the company and the attention. It’s very frustrating that she comes back to my life, twists the knife even deeper and then puts little effort in trying to fix it (I thought I did something there😭🔥) But Yha, this is my biggest struggle by far right now with her. And this isn’t new, after our first initial no contact she was the same, ghosting me being dry as the savannah desert, and now. So what do you guys think if someone even read this far😭 if you did, ummm… I’ll pray for you tonight🥹 anyways have a great day people of Reddit🫡
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Fast forward two weeks later. It was ruff on not only me but her too. I honestly was really depressed and honestly praying to god for another chance and will, he delivered. On Thursday I took a nap of misery and told god for her to message me and give me on last time with her. Waking up at 12am all sweaty, stinky breath, thirsty as hell, I check my phone and I see a notification from her. My first thought was “my prayer was actually answered.” She just said if we could talk and how she wasn’t really handing our break up #2? She stated her dad got drunk and just told her he wasn’t mad about hanging out with me but not telling him she was hanging out with me. I told her that I was honestly really depressed and wanted her back in my life because I can’t see myself with someone else. We accepted that we will AGAIN rekindle our “friendship” (seeking to rebuild our relationship back but slow and exclusive) but here’s what’s troubling me now.
She’s being all shallow and ghosting me for hours sometimes even days. I can’t process her telling me she’s “not doing so good” without me but ends up ghosting me or being dry at times and honestly it’s bringing me the assumption she doesn’t really miss me but just likes the company and the attention. It’s very frustrating that she comes back to my life, twists the knife even deeper and then puts little effort in trying to fix it (I thought I did something there😭🔥) But Yha, this is my biggest struggle by far right now with her. And this isn’t new, after our first initial no contact she was the same, ghosting me being dry as the savannah desert, and now. So what do you guys think if someone even read this far😭 if you did, ummm… I’ll pray for you tonight🥹 anyways have a great day people of Reddit🫡
2024.05.20 01:25 SiRMarlon Reds @ Dodgers - 5/19/24 - SHOHEI WALKS IT OFF!!!!!
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2024.05.20 00:50 Blooper_Bot Game Thread: Padres @ Braves - Sun, May 19 @ 07:10 PM EDT
Padres @ Braves - Sun, May 19
Game Status: Game Over - Score: 9-1 Padres
Links & Info
- Current conditions at Truist Park: 81°F - Partly Cloudy - Wind 5 mph, Out To LF
- TV: National: ESPN
- Radio: Padres: XEMO 860 (es), KWFN 97.3, Braves: La Mejor 1600/1460/1130 AM (es), 680 AM/93.7 FM The Fan
- MLB Gameday
- Game Graphs
- Savant Gamefeed
| Padres Batters | AB | R | H | RBI | BB | K | LOB | AVG | OBP | SLG | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Arraez - 2B | 5 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | .309 | .356 | .372 |
| 2 | Tatis Jr. - RF | 5 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 2 | 3 | .255 | .346 | .435 |
| Solano - 3B | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .462 | .563 | .538 | |
| 3 | Profar, J - LF | 4 | 2 | 3 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 2 | .335 | .422 | .522 |
| 1-Azocar - LF | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .286 | .340 | .306 | |
| 4 | Cronenworth - 1B | 4 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 1 | 1 | 4 | .275 | .344 | .485 |
| 5 | Machado, M - 3B | 4 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 4 | .224 | .279 | .341 |
| a-Wade - RF | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | .246 | .333 | .275 | |
| 6 | Bogaerts - DH | 4 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 2 | .220 | .266 | .317 |
| 7 | Merrill - CF | 5 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 3 | .291 | .338 | .392 |
| 8 | Campusano - C | 5 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 2 | .264 | .309 | .421 |
| 9 | Kim, H - SS | 4 | 2 | 2 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | .212 | .325 | .370 |
| Totals | 41 | 9 | 14 | 9 | 4 | 9 | 20 |
| Padres |
|---|
| a-Struck out for Machado, M in the 8th. 1-Ran for Profar, J in the 7th. |
| BATTING: 2B: Tatis Jr. (7, Elder); Profar, J (9, Elder). HR: Cronenworth (8, 1st inning off Elder, 1 on, 2 out); Campusano (4, 5th inning off Kerr, 0 on, 0 out); Kim, H (6, 7th inning off Kerr, 0 on, 1 out). TB: Arraez 2; Bogaerts; Campusano 4; Cronenworth 4; Kim, H 5; Machado, M 2; Merrill; Profar, J 4; Tatis Jr. 2. RBI: Bogaerts (14); Campusano (25); Cronenworth 2 (30); Kim, H (22); Merrill (18); Profar, J (31); Tatis Jr. 2 (24). 2-out RBI: Cronenworth 2; Merrill. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Cronenworth; Campusano; Merrill 2; Machado, M 2. SF: Bogaerts. Team RISP: 4-for-13. Team LOB: 10. |
| FIELDING: DP: 2 (Machado, M-Kim, H-Cronenworth; Solano-Arraez-Cronenworth). |
| Braves Batters | AB | R | H | RBI | BB | K | LOB | AVG | OBP | SLG | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Acuña Jr. - RF | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 1 | .242 | .354 | .335 |
| 2 | Albies - 2B | 4 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 1 | .279 | .340 | .414 |
| 3 | Ozuna - DH | 4 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 2 | 1 | .323 | .398 | .606 |
| 4 | Olson - 1B | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | .222 | .326 | .392 |
| 5 | Arcia, Or - SS | 3 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | .245 | .268 | .400 |
| 6 | Harris II, M - CF | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | .253 | .295 | .373 |
| 7 | Short - 3B | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | .156 | .308 | .219 |
| 8 | Kelenic - LF | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 2 | 0 | .247 | .291 | .351 |
| 9 | Tromp - C | 3 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | .220 | .233 | .341 |
| Totals | 29 | 1 | 4 | 1 | 1 | 11 | 5 |
| Braves |
|---|
| BATTING: 2B: Ozuna (8, Darvish); Tromp (5, Kolek). TB: Albies; Arcia, Or; Ozuna 2; Tromp 2. RBI: Albies (20). Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Olson. GIDP: Harris II, M; Ozuna. Team RISP: 1-for-3. Team LOB: 2. |
| FIELDING: E: Acuña Jr. (1, fielding). |
| Padres Pitchers | IP | H | R | ER | BB | K | HR | P-S | ERA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Darvish (W, 4-1) | 7.0 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 9 | 0 | 99-70 | 2.08 |
| Morejon | 1.0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 2 | 0 | 8-7 | 2.55 |
| Kolek | 1.0 | 2 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 17-13 | 4.50 |
| Totals | 9.0 | 4 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 11 | 0 |
| Braves Pitchers | IP | H | R | ER | BB | K | HR | P-S | ERA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Elder (L, 1-2) | 3.0 | 9 | 7 | 6 | 3 | 3 | 1 | 93-54 | 6.46 |
| Kerr | 3.1 | 4 | 2 | 2 | 0 | 4 | 2 | 64-46 | 2.89 |
| Chavez | 0.2 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 19-12 | 2.00 |
| Lee, D | 1.0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 12-7 | 1.27 |
| Williams, L | 1.0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 11-7 | 0.00 |
| Totals | 9.0 | 14 | 9 | 8 | 4 | 9 | 3 |
| Game Info |
|---|
| Pitches-strikes: Darvish 99-70; Morejon 8-7; Kolek 17-13; Elder 93-54; Kerr 64-46; Chavez 19-12; Lee, D 12-7; Williams, L 11-7. |
| Groundouts-flyouts: Darvish 6-4; Morejon 1-0; Kolek 2-0; Elder 2-1; Kerr 2-4; Chavez 0-1; Lee, D 0-1; Williams, L 1-2. |
| Batters faced: Darvish 23; Morejon 3; Kolek 4; Elder 21; Kerr 15; Chavez 4; Lee, D 3; Williams, L 3. |
| Inherited runners-scored: Kerr 1-1. |
| Umpires: HP: Tom Hanahan. 1B: Phil Cuzzi. 2B: Alex Tosi. 3B: Tony Randazzo. |
| Weather: 81 degrees, Partly Cloudy. |
| Wind: 5 mph, Out To LF. |
| First pitch: 7:10 PM. |
| T: 2:53. |
| Att: 39,203. |
| Venue: Truist Park. |
| May 19, 2024 |
| Inning | Scoring Play | Score |
|---|---|---|
| Top 1 | Jake Cronenworth homers (8) on a fly ball to right field. Jurickson Profar scores. | 2-0 SD |
| Top 1 | Jackson Merrill singles on a ground ball to right fielder Ronald Acuña Jr. Manny Machado scores. Xander Bogaerts to 2nd. | 3-0 SD |
| Top 4 | Padres challenged (tag play), call on the field was overturned: Fernando Tatis Jr. doubles (7) on a fly ball to right fielder Ronald Acuña Jr. Ha-Seong Kim scores. Luis Arraez scores. Fernando Tatis Jr. to 3rd. | 5-0 SD |
| Top 4 | Jurickson Profar doubles (9) on a line drive to right fielder Ronald Acuña Jr. Fernando Tatis Jr. scores. | 6-0 SD |
| Top 4 | Xander Bogaerts out on a sacrifice fly to left fielder Jarred Kelenic. Jurickson Profar scores. | 7-0 SD |
| Top 5 | Luis Campusano homers (4) on a line drive to left field. | 8-0 SD |
| Top 7 | Ha-Seong Kim homers (6) on a fly ball to left center field. | 9-0 SD |
| Bottom 9 | Ozzie Albies singles on a line drive to left fielder José Azocar. Chadwick Tromp scores. | 9-1 SD |
| Team | Highlight |
|---|---|
| ATL | Starting lineups for Padres at Braves - May 19, 2024 (00:00:09) |
| SD | Yu Darvish's outing against the Braves (00:00:26) |
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | R | H | E | LOB | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Padres | 3 | 0 | 0 | 4 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 9 | 14 | 0 | 10 | |
| Braves | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 4 | 1 | 2 |
Decisions
- Winner: Yu Darvish (4-1, 2.08)
- Loser: Bryce Elder (1-2, 6.46)
Division Scoreboard
WSH 5 @ PHI 11 - FinalNYM 7 @ MIA 3 - Final
Last Updated: 05/19/2024 10:04:41 PM EDT
2024.05.20 00:10 BaseballBot Game Thread 5/19 ⚾ Padres (23-24) @ Braves (26-15) 7:10 PM ET
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Padres (23-24) @ Braves (26-15)
First Pitch: 7:10 PM at Truist Park| Team | Starter | TV | Radio |
|---|---|---|---|
| Padres | Yu Darvish (3-1, 2.43 ERA) | ESPN | KWFN, XEMO (ES) |
| Braves | Bryce Elder (1-1, 4.79 ERA) | ESPN | 680 AM, 1600 AM (ES) |
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Line Score - Game Over
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | R | H | E | LOB | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| SD | 3 | 0 | 0 | 4 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 9 | 14 | 0 | 10 |
| ATL | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 4 | 1 | 2 |
Box Score
| ATL | AB | R | H | RBI | BB | SO | BA | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| RF | Acuña Jr. | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | .242 |
| 2B | Albies | 4 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | .279 |
| DH | Ozuna | 4 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 2 | .323 |
| 1B | Olson | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .222 |
| SS | Arcia, Or | 3 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .245 |
| CF | Harris II, M | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .253 |
| 3B | Short | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .156 |
| LF | Kelenic | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 2 | .247 |
| C | Tromp | 3 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .220 |
| ATL | IP | H | R | ER | BB | SO | P-S | ERA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Elder | 3.0 | 9 | 7 | 6 | 3 | 3 | 93-54 | 6.46 |
| Kerr | 3.1 | 4 | 2 | 2 | 0 | 4 | 64-46 | 2.89 |
| Chavez | 0.2 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 19-12 | 2.00 |
| Lee, D | 1.0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 12-7 | 1.27 |
| Williams, L | 1.0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 11-7 | 0.00 |
| SD | AB | R | H | RBI | BB | SO | BA | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 2B | Arraez | 5 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 1 | 0 | .309 |
| RF | Tatis Jr. | 5 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 2 | .255 |
| 3B | Solano | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .462 |
| LF | Profar, J | 4 | 2 | 3 | 1 | 1 | 1 | .335 |
| LF | Azocar | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .286 |
| 1B | Cronenworth | 4 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 1 | 1 | .275 |
| 3B | Machado, M | 4 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .224 |
| RF | Wade | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .246 |
| DH | Bogaerts | 4 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | .220 |
| CF | Merrill | 5 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | .291 |
| C | Campusano | 5 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | .264 |
| SS | Kim, H | 4 | 2 | 2 | 1 | 1 | 1 | .212 |
| SD | IP | H | R | ER | BB | SO | P-S | ERA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Darvish | 7.0 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 9 | 99-70 | 2.08 |
| Morejon | 1.0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 2 | 8-7 | 2.55 |
| Kolek | 1.0 | 2 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 17-13 | 4.50 |
Scoring Plays
Highlights
Decisions
| Winning Pitcher | Losing Pitcher | Save |
|---|---|---|
| Darvish (4-1, 2.08 ERA) | Elder (1-2, 6.46 ERA) |
| Attendance | Weather | Wind |
|---|---|---|
| 81°F, Partly Cloudy | 5 mph, Out To LF |
| HP | 1B | 2B | 3B |
|---|---|---|---|
| Tom Hanahan | Phil Cuzzi | Alex Tosi | Tony Randazzo |
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2024.05.19 22:56 ridingonmirrors Vince Staples announces new album Dark Times, which will be his final release on Def Jam
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Eleven years ago, a young, uncertain version of myself was given an opportunity with Def Jam Recordings. I released my first project under their banner, *Shyne Coldchain Vol. 2, a year later. I was unsure of what to expect from the world of music but deeply aware of what I needed: a change in my surroundings and a clear understanding of self. Ten years and seven projects later, I've found that clarity. Now, I share with you my final Def Jam release, ***Dark Times**.
- CLOSE YOUR EYES AND SWING
- BLACK & BLUE
- GOVERNMENT CHEESE
- CHILDREN'S SONG
- SHAME ON THE DEVIL
- ÉTOUFFÉE
- LIARS / JUSTIN
- "RADIO"
- NOTHING MATTERS
- LITTLE HOMIES
- FREEMAN
- WHY WON'T THE SUN COME OUT?
2024.05.19 22:49 AxstromVinoven Jumper Axstrom - #28 - The Fountain + Biosphere Supplement
Axstrom's Notes
- The list is here: big jump list
- The draw (1-5548) is 877, 1520, 4754, 5265, 1478
- Drawing 5 so there are backups in case of issues, but the jumper gets to choose among 4
- 877 is Earth Final Conflict - A TV show whewre aliens come and uplift Earth but have a hidden agenda
- 1520 is Investiture of the Gods - A fantasy tale in Zhou Dynasty
- 4754 is Kingdom Hearts Birth by Sleep - a Disney mashup videogame
- 5265 is The Fountain - A film about contuinity across time, grief, death, and growth
- Jumper chooses The Fountain
- Jumper buys access to The Biosphere Supplement
Build Notes
- Drawbacks - None - Part of the point is that you can't have everything
- Companions - None - This is the journey of an individual soul
- Origin
- Past: Noble - setting the stage for grander thigns
- Present: Inventor - striving for progress
- Future: Witness - seeing what has become of the world
- Perks
- Noble Thought - free for Noble, stay connected to the people who are affected by your actions
- Noble Deed - free for Noble, your actions have greater impact and are remembered and recorded
- Inventor's Vision - free for inventor, studying a problem gives increasing insight in how to improve it
- Inventor's Intent - free for inventor, your creations are harder to misuse
- Improved POV - free for witness, observe / remember events from multiple perspectives
- Bystander - free for witness, events can unfold around you leaving you unharmed
- All Together Now - merge all your past origins into a complex mind
- 500 Years of Practice (Teaching) - mastery beyond mastery of the chosen skill
- Soothing Presence - calm strong emotions and suffering
- Absolution - If someone genuinely repents, you can allow them to move
- Items
- Meditation Garden - self-explanatory warehouse attachment
- Biosphere - Full purchase activates the Biosphere Supplement
- Tree of Life Sapling - Grows six immortality fruits per decade, which can (over very long time) grow more trees
Jump Notes
- I wake up in my room in the warehouse apartments, after shutting myself in without even checking the Benefactor's Lounge the night before
- I'm still lingering on the frustration of not cracking the riddle of Allabar, and not being able to solve the problem permanently
- But there's no going back, so I commit to facing forward for the rest of the week, and head to the Benefactor room
- Once again, there are four envelopes with me, and my big chart of jumps up on the wall, like something from a Kindergarten classroom
- As I affix a sticker saying "The Fountain (2006)" to the big chart, a small round outline appears next to it: "Biosphere Supplement available"
- On my way to call a team meeting, I catch a surprise outside the apartments
- Three of our bard graduates are slowly exploring the area
- At the team meeting, I announce my intention to go solo on the next jump
- The decision isn't popular, but most of them have waited while I've done gauntlets before, so it's not a big shock
- We set up the entertainment room to watch the movie, even though I don't expect that meta knowledge will be much help
- For the first time, we don't all fit in the Entertainment room
- By count, there are eleven of us (me and ten companions), the Halflings are now up to fifteen after two recent births, and we have nine new bards with us, so we set up a second showing in the evening
- Finally, before heading in to the jump, I make one last check of the Benefactor's office to see if there's more information on the biosphere supplement, but though my note has been removed, there is no response, and nothing on the tablet
- I awake from a deep sleep in a luxurious bed, it is early morning and the sun is still rising
- I can feel the absence of my abilities; I am reduced below even bodymod, to the level of a baseline middle-aged man in a world with primitive medicine
- Nevertheless, I can feel a gift reaching back in time to me - and as I accept it, I am calmed, no longer distressed by what I have lost
- In this time, I have duties, both in the mundane sense of the tasks those around me expect me to perform, as well as a greater sense in which I must try to make this world better
- My new gift becomes invaluable in due time
- All manner of petitioners and officers come to me with grievances, and each of them are a storm of emotions - no one comes before their Count to declare how satisfied they are with things
- In short time, word of my wisdom spreads, and my council is sought by King Ferdinand
- I lobby my King with an eye to improving the lives of all involved
- It is the lives of ordinary Spaniards that are the measure of his ability as a King, not the mass of his treasury
- Colonialism brings with it dangers beyond the obvious, and responsibilities for ages to come
- Allowing the priests to destroy artifacts of other cultures does not increase our glory, but diminishes it
- Despite my ability to make my case clearly and seemingly overcome all objections, my guidance is rarely heeded when I leave the room
- And before long, it seems I have made enemies of those who stand to gain by plundering the New World
- They do not discuss the matter with me, or make their displeasure known by facing me down in violence
- But as the breath leaves my lungs over dinner, my last thought is that I have been poisoned by a coward
- I can feel the absence of my abilities; I am reduced below even bodymod, to the level of a baseline middle-aged man in a world with primitive medicine
- I awake from a fitful sleep in a large bed, my wife still asleep beside me despite the chirping of my alarm clock
- My first throught is of the date - It is September 7, 1999 - the first day of fall semester
- This will not be my first time teaching CS 101, but this time will be different, I can feel the power in my body, my mind, and my soul
- I arrive at my office early, of course, and make sure everything is in order - the syllabus handouts are ready, my slides are in order and proof-read, and my TAs have confirmed their preparedness
- The lecure hall is large - so many students sign up for CS 101 without any prior programming knowledge, just to see what it's like, or convinced that they will be a natural
- As the students file in, they sparsely occupy the massive auditorium, afraid to sit near people they don't know, not fully understanding that for the vast majority of them, this is their first class on campus, their first opportunity to get to know eachother
- I exhort them to move towards the front so they can hear and see better, and a few oblige
- The first lecture flows like a breeze, the students hanging on my words as I understand what each one needs to hear to understand what the rest of this semester will hold
- By semester's end, the students and TAs are in awe, the CS department chair has asked for my materials and told me that spring registrations for CS102 are higher than ever, both of the student papers have run articles praising my class, and the dean of Arts and Sciences has interceded to clear my spring schedule to prioritize my research work on the condition that I teach 101 again next year
- I appreciate my grad students and TAs, but I don't have a real family in this life, so I head into the warehouse for winter break
- My first throught is of the date - It is September 7, 1999 - the first day of fall semester
- I awaken rested and enthusiastic on a beautiful spring day
- It is graduation day for the first group of freshman I taught after coming to this jump, nearly four years ago
- They have come so far, and I'm fortunate that some of the best have continued to work with me, and three of them will be graduate students working under me starting in the fall
- It is also the first day of human trials for the drug, a new anti-inflammatory
- We were hoping it would treat chronic inflammatory diseases, but early testing suggests that it may significantly reduce hay fever, which would be great if we can mass produce it cheaply
- My reputation at the school has skyrocketed thanks to the combination of my groundbreaking research plus my teaching perks ensuring high instructor reviews as well as students learning and retaining more
- My tenure process has been fast-tracked, since the dean is rightly concerned about losing me to another institution
- It is graduation day for the first group of freshman I taught after coming to this jump, nearly four years ago
- I awaken slowly, and awkwardly, as if from a coma, as a cocktail of drugs is released into my body, still restrained on my cryobed
- Our vessel, the Cyllene, is essentially a large asteroid with a hole carved in the middle, stuffed with propellent, equipment, supplies, expansive aquaponics facilities, and a relatively tiny living area
- Cyllene was said to have nursed and protected Hermes, as this vessel must nurture and protect us, the first observers, and hopefully, colonists,
- As my body and mind resume normal function over the course of 90 minutes, I get a slow trickle of updates on the status of the Cyllene and our mission
- The mission clock says it's 202 years since we left Earth, but thanks to time dilation, Earth has experienced 221
- Computer Block 5 (of 8) is currently undergoing automated reconstruction as the block with the highest error correction rate at the time the last automated reconstruction completed
- 1575 individuals are currently in cryosleep, and 25 (including me) are active, all sufficiently healthy
- I am still Dr. John Axstrom, revered teacher and groundbreaking computational pharmacologist, but my consciousness seems to have jumped forward a few hundred years, skipping past the development of miracle cures, life extension medications, and cryogenic preservation of humans
- As I realign with my memories and identity, I remember why I'm here
- If colonization proceeds, the coming generations are going to need exceptional teachers if they are to learn their place in the universe, and I'm one of the best there ever was
- Our mission is expected to take about 750 years from departure to arrival, and though the vast majority of that time is spent in cryosleep, we take shifts being "awake" to ensure systems are functioning and keep eachother mentally and physically healthy
- Since the monitoring systems will throw a fit if I straight up disappear from the vessel, I take a long ride out to the external "observation" check, out of the range of most of the sensor systems
- There's not really much to observe in deep space - it's like the night sky, as the ancients saw it with no light pollution, but from a different perspective
- Here I quickly form a stunt double duplicate, hand over my electronics, and duck into the warehouse
- The warehouse clock confirms my suspicions - I'm nearly seven years into the jump
- Since it looks like this isn't going to take nearly 1000 years, the team hasn't been going full-stasis mode
- The bards have been poring over J-Borg's personal library as well as the impressive collection of the warehouse media room
- But the reason I came is the Tablet of the Free - I'm stuck on a large but still confined deep-space vessel until my scheduled return to cryosleep - how is that supposed to entertain the boss?
- After confirming nothing interesting is in the warehouse, I head back to the observation deck, and stash the portable door I've been using back into hammer-space before re-merging with my stunt double, and taking the long trip back to the living area
- Our vessel, the Cyllene, is essentially a large asteroid with a hole carved in the middle, stuffed with propellent, equipment, supplies, expansive aquaponics facilities, and a relatively tiny living area
- I wake up to an unfamiliar synthetic beep - apparently the Cyllene's version of a doorbell
- When I open the door, one of my crewmates tells me that our directional antennas have picked up some unusual RF activity that seems to be coming from our destination system, and they want me (as the on-shift programmer) to help the astronomer, comms, and operations staff to help make sense of it, and ensure we're not about to get nuked by a magnetar or something
- Initial findings were sparse and inconclusive - just occasional pulses of a signal that must have been very strong and highly directional at the time of transmission, to reach us so far away
- But I had access to diagnostic tools that the astrophysicists and comms staff didn't, for all their training and equipment: a series of perks specifically for teasing out the needles of relevance from the haystack of noise
- And as I looked at what we were seeing, and what we weren't, the answer became clear: these radio bursts looked just like a primitive form of RADAR
- At first my colleagues on the Cyllene were skeptical, but the evidence kept mounting, with 4 additional series of "pings" being detected in the next six weeks
- With the spectre of extraterrestrial intelligence hanging over the Cyllene, our XO followed protocol, and ordered the full complement to be wakened from cryosleep to assist in the work to come
- Within six months, we had fabricated and installed a much larger purpose-built directional antenna array on the surface of our asteroid hull, and reports of different signals were coming in almost daily
- We needed all the extra hands, even our mining and terraforming experts were lending a hand with signal analysis and attempts to form patterns
- The whole crew felt the urgency and wondered at the situation - temporally, it would mean that their early experiments with RADAR and initial RF broadcasts would have happened at about the same time as humans did those things on earth, and if they developed at the same rate as us (a big if), they would likely be more advanced when we arrivedd than humans were when we left (and thus the technology of our vessel), and would almost certainly see us coming
- The coming months flew past, each bringing further confirmation of suspicious, but with it frustration, as we had been unable to extract a coherent signal - the broadcasts we could pick up didn't appear to be using either amplitude or frequency modulation
- More than once I brought signal samples to the warehouse team, but they were just as stumped as us
- Even more "esoteric" means didn't work - we tried every variation of "Tongues" and "Comprehend Language" spells on printed, audioized, and even engraved versions of the RF signals we caught, but they all failed and the representations seemed full of too many discontinuities
- I could feel my new Inventor's Vision working on the task of how to decode these signals, and about two years after the first pulse was detected, I had my breakthrough
- The signals didn't represent continuous audio (like human radio) or even piece-by-piece visuals (like rasterized video), but something of each, and a little weirder
- They were composed of many (from seven to three hundred, and not consistent at all) micro-audio clips
- It was like making an ultra-low bitrate recordding of the voice of every singer in a chorus individually, and transmitting fifty milliseconds of one, then fifty milliseconds of the next, and so one, in serial, and then starting back again with the first voice
- We couldn't figure out why they did this, but once I was able to identify the break points between each "voice", I could layer them on top of eachother to make a composite audio version
- And that composite audio could be played, and was a viable candidate for magic translation
- The entire vessel went wild when I demonstrated the isolation and recombination of the signals to produce audio
- The sound of the thing was somewhat like the sound of multiple birds, frogs, and crickets in a forest, in very brief clips
- Of course, I didn't reveal that I had access to magic translation - I figured the comms and signals staff (and the one cryptographer) should have to earn their pay
- The remaining year and a half was spent in intense research, for them, while I mostly slacked off and tried to make conversation with the people doing important work on this front, since my actual mission here was to "observe" as humans of this universe underwent a sort of assymmetrical first contact
- I awaken in my weird little pod bed in my weird little capsule room for the last time, perfectly aware of the remaining hours in this jump
- After the initial excitement died down, the majority of the colonists were put back into cryosleep, with only the decoding specialists and those "on shift" like me staying active
- There has been a lot of anxiety around the Cyllene for the last few months - we are clearly a colony ship and the intelligent inhabitants of that system probably do not want to be colonized, and may well be easily capable of destroying us
- There were discussions about trying to reverse course and head back to Earth, but we could do that any time, and the closer we get, the more information we can gather about the system and its inhabitants
- It would be cruel to try to skim supplies from this vessel even if there were something I wanted aboard, so I just wait my time out, helping where I can and secretly translating any communications we receive when time permits
- So far it has all been rather uninspiring, which makes me even more curious what kind of species would develop radio technology but not transmit any fiction or speeches or poetry
- When it's almost time, I once again make the long trek out to the Cyllene's observation deck alone, and split off a Stunt Double, who can at least stay here for a month, while I slip into the warehouse
- When I enter, J-Borg greets me and informs me of a message at the Benefactor's lounge
- The note on the door says "Supplement Pending - please attend as soon as possible", so I go in to check it out
- With the choices all locked in, the door unlocks and I head out to meet with the team
- With the memories of my time in Spain finally restored, I realize how I had been trying to communicate with myself all along, but failing
- The need for calm communcation and education will never end - among our closest neighbors or with a civilization 300 light years away
- We have the traditional group dinner in the commons, and discuss what's going on
- The team did end up spending most of the time in stasis, and the formerly-newborn halflings are a little over a year now biologically, learning to speak and walk
- When I mention the Biosphere supplement and how I wasn't allowed to consult them, they naturally asked when it would apply, but it hadn't even occurred to me that there were now definitely too many of us to wait out warehouse changes in the entrance hall, so I checked with the central control
- Afterward, no one was complaining when the doors finally unlocked and we were able to leave the commons hall, only to find that the door led to an outdoor path with a natural-looking sunset on the horizon
- I didn't want to spoil the whole setup yet, so I said we could tour in the morning, and turned off a number of the facilities and systems for the night, to give me some time to understand what options were available before letting my companions go wild with them
- Fortunately, the obvious items like the tree of life and factory complex were on other islands, that would be difficult to reach without the transport disks running
- And then I went to sleep again, wondering what the next awakening had in store for me
- After the initial excitement died down, the majority of the colonists were put back into cryosleep, with only the decoding specialists and those "on shift" like me staying active
Notes on the Fountain Jump Doc
- Honestly this doc has been on my to-try list since I saw it - I really enjoyed the movie and gladly rewatched it again when it came up in my random draw.
- The author took some liberties with the source material, which makes sense because of how focused on Thomas the story is, and the extensions largely make sense
- There were a few confusing things in the jump, such as how you get essences and what powers you bring with you into each phase of the jump, but a close reading makes them clear enough
- The jump has a few really standout purchase
- the inventor's intention is the answer to a lot of concers that "do-gooder" jumpers are likely to have in their careers
- the full tree of life is an amazing item - the ability to grant perfect health and immunity to aging within a regrowing item solves a lot of problems
- 500 years of practice is amazing if you have a particular skill or art in mind - literally centuries better than the "10 years of practice" equivalents that you find din many other jumps, and has a lot of potential to synergize with other perks that scale off your skill in a particular area
- Biosphere is super cool if you want your fiat-backed warehouse to grow into something more
- The Dagger of the Path is a great example of a conceptual weapon, and something I probably would have picked up if I had a bunch more points
- How you're supposed to interleave the three eras is a little unclear, and maybe I'm not a creative enough author to pull it off. I don't believe SJ Chan ever got around to writing a fictionalized account of jumping to it, unfortunately
- If anyone else has done a good jump fiction of this jump, please let me know
- Overall absolutely a fantastic jump. Obviously a great option for anyone who likes the movie or wants to solve one of the specific problems available
- I'd especially recommend it for an early-chain jumper because of the generally low danger level and great variety of rewards
Notes on the Biosphere Supplement Doc
- I knew this was something I wanted to pick up when I first read the fountain jumpdoc several months ago
- I use the "Personal Reality" warehouse which was co-authored by SJ Chan, and this supplement feels perfectly tailored to supplement that
- There are lots of good pickups for people with various interests, or those who just want to keep their options open
- Observation Deck seems like the real must-have since a lot of the other buys are controllable through it
- The structure of the biosphere was a little confusing at first - I thought that there was an island, a void around the island, and a hard shell, and wasn't sure why you'd want to increase the shell thickness, but further reading cleared that up
- On the whole, a good pick up, especially considering it only cost 400 CP in the jump, and normally buying warehouse upgrades with CP has a very unfavorable conversion, but in this case, the biosphere purchases all seemed cheaper than they ought to be.
2024.05.19 22:44 thegraymaninthmiddle Feeling particularly crappy after enthusiasm turned to ghosting
Went on a Hinge date last month that went really well, she was adorable and we had good vibes and similar interests. Leading up to it, she wasn't the most consistent texter, sometimes taking till the next day or so to respond, but she always seemed enthusiastic.
I hit her up again the next week saying what a good time I had, and she agreed, and we scheduled a second official date. Then we chatted a bit one day, I told her I was out furniture shopping, and she suggested an impromptu IKEA trip the next morning! So now, we had two dates in a row, and she had been the one to excitedly schedule one of them, even saying she could pick me up in the car she had rented for the week. I was on top of the world.
Then, disaster struck. That same day, weirdly, we both had to cancel due to sudden family emergencies that took us out of town. Obviously, texting slowed way down at this point, with two or even three days between messages. But understandable, strenuous circumstances and all that.
She ends up getting back in town quicker than me, by about two weeks. Sadly, a member of my family ended up passing away during this time, and I was honest and told her as much while trying not to trauma dump/freak her out. She offered an ear to talk to, but texts were still a couple days apart. But still, I was hopeful, as the last thing she sent me was expressing a desire to see each other again when I got back. I texted back asking when she was free.
This was a week ago now, with seven days having gone by without me hearing from her. I'm not proud to admit I double texted her the day after I got back in town, offering a specific time and place.
Still nothing, radio silence.
It's just so incredibly frustrating. How did she go from impromptu last-second date scheduling the next day to ghosting me? What the hell happened within that time that made her decide I suddenly wasn't worth the effort? I've been ghosted plenty of times before, but this one in particular really hurts and is so frustrating because before shit hit the fan, she seemed so excited to see me again.
It's honestly taking everything in me not to spam her until I get a response, and at least figure out why she suddenly lost interest despite her last message literally saying we should hang out.
How do I keep trying if this is what's going to happen? Circumstances beyond my control dashing my chances even when I seemingly have a sure thing? I wish I could just turn off my need for romantic affection, just be happy single, but I just want it more and more. Even though we only went on one date, it's been hard to get this girl out of my head.
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I hit her up again the next week saying what a good time I had, and she agreed, and we scheduled a second official date. Then we chatted a bit one day, I told her I was out furniture shopping, and she suggested an impromptu IKEA trip the next morning! So now, we had two dates in a row, and she had been the one to excitedly schedule one of them, even saying she could pick me up in the car she had rented for the week. I was on top of the world.
Then, disaster struck. That same day, weirdly, we both had to cancel due to sudden family emergencies that took us out of town. Obviously, texting slowed way down at this point, with two or even three days between messages. But understandable, strenuous circumstances and all that.
She ends up getting back in town quicker than me, by about two weeks. Sadly, a member of my family ended up passing away during this time, and I was honest and told her as much while trying not to trauma dump/freak her out. She offered an ear to talk to, but texts were still a couple days apart. But still, I was hopeful, as the last thing she sent me was expressing a desire to see each other again when I got back. I texted back asking when she was free.
This was a week ago now, with seven days having gone by without me hearing from her. I'm not proud to admit I double texted her the day after I got back in town, offering a specific time and place.
Still nothing, radio silence.
It's just so incredibly frustrating. How did she go from impromptu last-second date scheduling the next day to ghosting me? What the hell happened within that time that made her decide I suddenly wasn't worth the effort? I've been ghosted plenty of times before, but this one in particular really hurts and is so frustrating because before shit hit the fan, she seemed so excited to see me again.
It's honestly taking everything in me not to spam her until I get a response, and at least figure out why she suddenly lost interest despite her last message literally saying we should hang out.
How do I keep trying if this is what's going to happen? Circumstances beyond my control dashing my chances even when I seemingly have a sure thing? I wish I could just turn off my need for romantic affection, just be happy single, but I just want it more and more. Even though we only went on one date, it's been hard to get this girl out of my head.
2024.05.19 22:44 JohnTheCynic Game Balance Requires Game Bugs to be Squashed
Too long, didn't read version: With the shocking amount of bugs in the game, there are a series of problems when it comes to balancing the game when a lot of systems might not be functioning as intended, and looking at patch notes history, you can easily come to the same conclusion I have. This needs to be addressed, but doing so has some problems us consumers might not be privy not to.
Too long, DID read version:
Balance is a hotly-debated topic on the subreddit, but most of it boils down to "X needs Y in order to Z" or any other derivative of that argument. An example would be, say, "The Liberator needs 5 more damage in order to compete with the Sickle" or "Civilian extraction missions for bots are stupidly difficult and need to be toned down", and arguments like that are fine, but a pressing issue for me is that the game has so many unintended bugs that it is almost impossible to truly gauge what system needs change simply because we don't know what the developers are intending, nor do we know what is bugged.
So, I began to review the patch notes up to today to try to find some examples, and I'd like to point out my findings.
- Patch 1.000.200 -
"Inconsistency" in weapon performance is also responsible for a handful of changes to weapons: the Railgun was famously nerfed in Patch 1.000.100 just before Charger head durability was nerfed and rocket penetration was normalized in Patch 1.000.102, and the PC to PS5 damage bug was fixed in Patch 1.000.203, as an example.
Players get around this by having 1 player stealth the objective while 3 cause a bunch of noise elsewhere, but that's unreliable at best. From personal testing, enemy spawns are centered on the player and not the objective, so once the stealth player gets unlucky with a 25% chance for the enemy spawn to select them, the bots/bugs will spawn on top of them as normal. I've heard that developers have commented on the ludicrous spawnrates on the Discord and that they'll be adjusted, but getting information from Discord might as well be torture.
- Patch 1.000.300 -
- Patch 1.000.100 -
There are more examples, but these are the main examples I want to put forward without risking overflowing a reddit post. Bug fixed are a low priority for a live-service game (because fixing a bug doesn't drive engagement like a shiny new weapon does), but each day that goes by just makes me wonder what else could be "unintended" and will be fixed. My money's on the RR animation cancel.
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Too long, DID read version:
Balance is a hotly-debated topic on the subreddit, but most of it boils down to "X needs Y in order to Z" or any other derivative of that argument. An example would be, say, "The Liberator needs 5 more damage in order to compete with the Sickle" or "Civilian extraction missions for bots are stupidly difficult and need to be toned down", and arguments like that are fine, but a pressing issue for me is that the game has so many unintended bugs that it is almost impossible to truly gauge what system needs change simply because we don't know what the developers are intending, nor do we know what is bugged.
So, I began to review the patch notes up to today to try to find some examples, and I'd like to point out my findings.
- Patch 1.000.200 -
- The Helldiver and the Exosuit both had a bug that made them sometimes take explosion damage multiple times making things like automaton rockets be too deadly, this is now fixed.
- Arc Thrower: fixed charging inconsistencies; it will now always take 1s to charge a shot.
"Inconsistency" in weapon performance is also responsible for a handful of changes to weapons: the Railgun was famously nerfed in Patch 1.000.100 just before Charger head durability was nerfed and rocket penetration was normalized in Patch 1.000.102, and the PC to PS5 damage bug was fixed in Patch 1.000.203, as an example.
- Moved the enemy spawn points further away from the objective to give players a fairer chance of defending the location.
- There are fewer civilians required to complete the mission on higher difficulties.
Players get around this by having 1 player stealth the objective while 3 cause a bunch of noise elsewhere, but that's unreliable at best. From personal testing, enemy spawns are centered on the player and not the objective, so once the stealth player gets unlucky with a 25% chance for the enemy spawn to select them, the bots/bugs will spawn on top of them as normal. I've heard that developers have commented on the ludicrous spawnrates on the Discord and that they'll be adjusted, but getting information from Discord might as well be torture.
- Fire damage per tick increased by 50% (from all sources).
- Patch 1.000.300 -
- Patrol spawning has been increased when there are fewer than 4 players. The fewer the players the bigger the change. For 4 player missions there will be no change compared to before.The biggest noticeable change will be for solo players at higher difficulties
- Airburst Rocket Launcher will no longer detonate when shot near stratagems (HMG turret, Sentries, Resupplies) and other Helldivers.
- Patch 1.000.100 -
- Exosuits The combat walker has arrived, hot off the factory lines on Tien Kwan!
There are more examples, but these are the main examples I want to put forward without risking overflowing a reddit post. Bug fixed are a low priority for a live-service game (because fixing a bug doesn't drive engagement like a shiny new weapon does), but each day that goes by just makes me wonder what else could be "unintended" and will be fixed. My money's on the RR animation cancel.
2024.05.19 22:42 tenpast10 [WTS/WTT] ESSTAC, First Spear, Woodland Gear, SureFire, Romeo 4T, MK18, and a whole lot more
Timestamp: https://imgur.com/a/gmPeVDa
Number and Item // Google Search Price // My Price
1 MSM Nalgene Bottle Corset // $37 // $20
2 T3 Tactical Small Dump Pouch // $51 // $25
3 First Spear Grid Reference Guide Pouch 6/9 // $73 // $35
4 ATS Tactical Single Shingle 7.62 // $24.99 // $12
5 SKD PIG BRIG CR 3 Mag // $55 // $35
6 US Army Combat Shirt Medium // $59 // $30
7 ESSTAC Triple Daeodon Midlength NO KWYIs // $68 // $35
8 ATS Tactical Triple Shingle 7.62 // $42.99 // $28
9 Blue Force Gear Ten-Speed Triple M4 // $62 // $35
10 ESSTAC Daeodon Hydration Carrier // $65 // $40
11 ESSTAC Daeodon Plate Carrier Medium SAPI // $250 // $190
12 ATS Tactical Triple Shingle 5.56 // $40 // $20
13 Maxpedition Rollypoly Dump Pouch (label removed) // $33 // $16
14 Tactical Tailor Tourniquet Pouch // $18 // $13
15 ESSTAC 7rd Shotgun Card // $15 // $12
16 HSGI Modular Single Pistol Mag Pouch // $20 // $10
17 Warrior Assault Systems Chest Rig // $197 // $120
18 First Spear SCAR-H Chest Rig // $120 // $80
20 Rifle Length Pistol Buffer Tube // $40 // $20
21 TangoDown PR-4 // $85 // $45
22 Raven Concealment Balor for Aimpoint T-1 (modified for screw removal) // $200 // $100
23 American Defense Mfg ADM EOTech QD Riser Mount for EXPS and Magnifier // $157 // $110
24 Insight M3X Kit with accessories and case // $175 // $100
25 McCann Industries MIRS/M24, painted // $500 // $400
26 Colt N-1 CAR stock, salty // $? // $100
27 M-24 Flash Hider // $? // $100
28 Norotos 3-Hole Universal Shroud // $50 // $50
29 Norotos USGI Rhino Mount Arm // $40 // $40
30 DI Optical EG1 Korean Red Dot // $469 // $400
31 DI Optical 3XP Korean Magnifier with ADM Mount // $? // $300
32 SureFire XH50G // $791 // $500
33 SureFire X300-A Turbo // $332 // $260
34 Sig Romeo 4T in Unity FAST Mount // $? // $500
35 Sig Romeo 4T in Scalarworks 1.93 Mount // $? // $500
36 Aimpoint T-1 2 MOA with cover in Scalarworks 1.5 Mount // $? // $500
37 Unity Omni Magnifier FTC Mount // $265 // $200
38 Wilcox L4 G24 Mount // $500 // $400
39 Norotos AKA2 Mount // $500 // $150
40 Magpul Straight 20 P-Mag // $? // $80
41 RangeTech Bluetooth Shot Timer // $80 // $65
42 PVS7 / PVS14 3x Magnifier // $115 // $100
43 Insight RMT-400-A8 Dual Switch Rail Mounted // $120 // $80
44 Scalarworks 34mm 1.93 LEAP // $399 // $270
45 BCM Mod 3 Vertical Grip MLOK // $19 // $14
46 Slate Black Industries Slate Stop MLOK // $18 // $14
47 BCM KAG MLOK // $19 // $14
48 Magpul MVG // $23 // $14
49 Magpul RVG // $25 // $16
50 Magpul RVG Chopped // $25 // $12
51 BCM Mod 3 Vertical Grip Picatinny // $20 // $14
52 Unity Hot Button Picatinny Insight Crane // $108 // $75
53 Knights Armament NT-4 Flashhider with shims // $68 // $68
54 Magpul MOE Bipod in AimShot MLOK QD mount // $110 // $85
55 SureFire XC2 // $549 // $250
56 Safariland ALS SLS for Glock 19/SureFire XC2 // $185 // $110
57 Insight 40mm Day/Night Sight // $? // $600
58 SureFire Helmet Light, no mount // $? // $30
59 SureFire Helmet Light, no mount // $? // $30
60 Schmidt coated single stage triggehammer with JP Enterprises spring pack // $? // $50
61 MK18 Upper Receiver Group - Colt CAGE Code Upper, FN CAGE Code barrel, KAC NT-4 flashhider, Coronet Machinery Gas Block, Matech rear sight, KAC front sight // $? // $900
62 Simunition Upper Receiver Group - 9mm with Midwest Industries Keymod rail and three magazines // $? // $600
63 SureFire FH762MG Flash Hider for M240 // $179 // $150
64 Ops-Core H-Nape, with hardware // $35 // $35
70 Revision Desert Locust Goggles // $30 // $30
71 Revision Sawfly Glasses // $40 // $25
72 Revision Stingerhawk Glasses // $40 // $25
73 Peltor Push-to-talk PTT, with Cover, for PRC 6-Pin // $40 // $25
74 Peltor Push-to-talk PTT, for PRC 6-Pin // $40 // $25
75 Thales Hand Microphone, for PRC 6-Pin // $40 // $25
76 Woodland Load Bearing Kit - Tactical Tailor Belt, LC-1 Suspenders, magazine pouches, general purpose pouches, grenade pouches, flashbang pouch, 40mm pouches, first-aid kit pouches, radio pouch, and compression pouch. The pictured canteens are NOT included // $? // $200
80 Eagle Industries SFLCS in MJK; I don't think this is a complete kit but it certainly includes a lot. You can probably outfit an entire fire-team with load carriage with everything included. A little dated but still bombproof // $? // $500
I accept Venmo or Paypal. Buyer pays G&S fees or sends to me via F&F (reminder, no notes). Prices do not include shipping; I'll send you a shipping cost based on the size/quantity of items you are buying.
I am open to trades, but do not need AR15/Glock parts unless included in my trade-list below.
Trades: Holosun 507 Comp, Riflespeed RS7519, LMT 13" MLOK Upper Only, Sig Romeo 4T or 4XT Pro
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Number and Item // Google Search Price // My Price
1 MSM Nalgene Bottle Corset // $37 // $20
2 T3 Tactical Small Dump Pouch // $51 // $25
3 First Spear Grid Reference Guide Pouch 6/9 // $73 // $35
4 ATS Tactical Single Shingle 7.62 // $24.99 // $12
5 SKD PIG BRIG CR 3 Mag // $55 // $35
6 US Army Combat Shirt Medium // $59 // $30
7 ESSTAC Triple Daeodon Midlength NO KWYIs // $68 // $35
8 ATS Tactical Triple Shingle 7.62 // $42.99 // $28
9 Blue Force Gear Ten-Speed Triple M4 // $62 // $35
10 ESSTAC Daeodon Hydration Carrier // $65 // $40
11 ESSTAC Daeodon Plate Carrier Medium SAPI // $250 // $190
12 ATS Tactical Triple Shingle 5.56 // $40 // $20
13 Maxpedition Rollypoly Dump Pouch (label removed) // $33 // $16
14 Tactical Tailor Tourniquet Pouch // $18 // $13
15 ESSTAC 7rd Shotgun Card // $15 // $12
16 HSGI Modular Single Pistol Mag Pouch // $20 // $10
17 Warrior Assault Systems Chest Rig // $197 // $120
18 First Spear SCAR-H Chest Rig // $120 // $80
20 Rifle Length Pistol Buffer Tube // $40 // $20
21 TangoDown PR-4 // $85 // $45
22 Raven Concealment Balor for Aimpoint T-1 (modified for screw removal) // $200 // $100
23 American Defense Mfg ADM EOTech QD Riser Mount for EXPS and Magnifier // $157 // $110
24 Insight M3X Kit with accessories and case // $175 // $100
26 Colt N-1 CAR stock, salty // $? // $100
27 M-24 Flash Hider // $? // $100
28 Norotos 3-Hole Universal Shroud // $50 // $50
29 Norotos USGI Rhino Mount Arm // $40 // $40
30 DI Optical EG1 Korean Red Dot // $469 // $400
31 DI Optical 3XP Korean Magnifier with ADM Mount // $? // $300
32 SureFire XH50G // $791 // $500
33 SureFire X300-A Turbo // $332 // $260
34 Sig Romeo 4T in Unity FAST Mount // $? // $500
35 Sig Romeo 4T in Scalarworks 1.93 Mount // $? // $500
36 Aimpoint T-1 2 MOA with cover in Scalarworks 1.5 Mount // $? // $500
37 Unity Omni Magnifier FTC Mount // $265 // $200
38 Wilcox L4 G24 Mount // $500 // $400
39 Norotos AKA2 Mount // $500 // $150
40 Magpul Straight 20 P-Mag // $? // $80
41 RangeTech Bluetooth Shot Timer // $80 // $65
42 PVS7 / PVS14 3x Magnifier // $115 // $100
43 Insight RMT-400-A8 Dual Switch Rail Mounted // $120 // $80
44 Scalarworks 34mm 1.93 LEAP // $399 // $270
45 BCM Mod 3 Vertical Grip MLOK // $19 // $14
46 Slate Black Industries Slate Stop MLOK // $18 // $14
47 BCM KAG MLOK // $19 // $14
48 Magpul MVG // $23 // $14
49 Magpul RVG // $25 // $16
50 Magpul RVG Chopped // $25 // $12
51 BCM Mod 3 Vertical Grip Picatinny // $20 // $14
52 Unity Hot Button Picatinny Insight Crane // $108 // $75
53 Knights Armament NT-4 Flashhider with shims // $68 // $68
54 Magpul MOE Bipod in AimShot MLOK QD mount // $110 // $85
55 SureFire XC2 // $549 // $250
56 Safariland ALS SLS for Glock 19/SureFire XC2 // $185 // $110
57 Insight 40mm Day/Night Sight // $? // $600
58 SureFire Helmet Light, no mount // $? // $30
59 SureFire Helmet Light, no mount // $? // $30
60 Schmidt coated single stage triggehammer with JP Enterprises spring pack // $? // $50
61 MK18 Upper Receiver Group - Colt CAGE Code Upper, FN CAGE Code barrel, KAC NT-4 flashhider, Coronet Machinery Gas Block, Matech rear sight, KAC front sight // $? // $900
62 Simunition Upper Receiver Group - 9mm with Midwest Industries Keymod rail and three magazines // $? // $600
63 SureFire FH762MG Flash Hider for M240 // $179 // $150
64 Ops-Core H-Nape, with hardware // $35 // $35
70 Revision Desert Locust Goggles // $30 // $30
71 Revision Sawfly Glasses // $40 // $25
72 Revision Stingerhawk Glasses // $40 // $25
73 Peltor Push-to-talk PTT, with Cover, for PRC 6-Pin // $40 // $25
74 Peltor Push-to-talk PTT, for PRC 6-Pin // $40 // $25
75 Thales Hand Microphone, for PRC 6-Pin // $40 // $25
76 Woodland Load Bearing Kit - Tactical Tailor Belt, LC-1 Suspenders, magazine pouches, general purpose pouches, grenade pouches, flashbang pouch, 40mm pouches, first-aid kit pouches, radio pouch, and compression pouch. The pictured canteens are NOT included // $? // $200
80 Eagle Industries SFLCS in MJK; I don't think this is a complete kit but it certainly includes a lot. You can probably outfit an entire fire-team with load carriage with everything included. A little dated but still bombproof // $? // $500
I accept Venmo or Paypal. Buyer pays G&S fees or sends to me via F&F (reminder, no notes). Prices do not include shipping; I'll send you a shipping cost based on the size/quantity of items you are buying.
I am open to trades, but do not need AR15/Glock parts unless included in my trade-list below.
Trades: Holosun 507 Comp, Riflespeed RS7519, LMT 13" MLOK Upper Only, Sig Romeo 4T or 4XT Pro
2024.05.19 22:41 Sean_Wolf [REQUEST] [XBOX] Killing Floor 2 Ultimate Edition Upgrade (Fourth Attempt) (Currently On Sale for $12.49 for eight more days)
Hi, guys! Back for a fourth try in requesting this DLC.
I think, between KF1 and KF2, I honestly love KF2 more than the first game, which is a surprise seeing as I logged many hours into the game. I love the improvements that KF2 made, like the look and feel of the weapons (laying down the trigger on the AA-12 on a horde of approaching zombies never fails to bring a smile to my face and get the adrenaline running) to the sheer satisfaction of just seeing the game go all zed time/slow-mo when you kill a zed and you see it ragdolling as you continue to rip and tear into the corpse. Add to that the awesome metal soundtrack, some fun locations, with my favorites being the Airship and Monster Ball as they remind me of a classic arcade game I used to play a lot called CarnEvil and you got a recipe for some good ole fashioned zombie killing! Honestly, I've been playing the game since it came out on Xbox in 2017 and I consider it one of my favorite zombie killing games to date. The game also holds a very special place in my heart: It was the very first game I ever reviewed professionally as, back in the day, I used to work for an online radio station called The Cove Radio before they shut down in 2020 (In fact, out of all the companies whose games I reviewed, they were the most enthusiastic of all of them to hear my thoughts).
Now, the only thing that I didn't care for, and this is honestly the only thing that hurts the game for me personally: Most of the weapons that been released since 2019 are now locked behind DLCs, which I personally never understood. Skins and other cosmetics I can sort of understand but why weapons were put as DLC and not offered as free content to go along with each update, I just don't get. Now, yes, I know KF1 had DLC weapons and skins but, oddly, that didn't really bother me as much (I attribute that to the addition of the Steam Workshop and all the weapons on there). Fast forward to now when I saw there was an Ultimate Edition of KF2 which, after doing a lot of research to see just what it includes, I found out includes not only a bunch of cosmetics that were released via DLC...but all the DLC weapons ever released as well! From the G36C, a gun I first fell in love with when I saw it in the original (can't believe I have to say that) Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3, to the MG3 Shredder, a gun I used a lot in Call Of Duty Vanguard's multiplayer (Hey, don't laugh! I actually like this game), to even the Rhino Revolver, a gun which I always thought was the coolest looking revolver out there. Heck, even the skins, something I usually just gloss over in games, look amazing too! The Reaper outfit gives me some mad Ghost Rider vibes and, come on...Gary Busey as Santa. I'll say that again, GARY BUSEY as Santa! Can't get much better than that!
So, why am I'm coming here to make this request for the Killing Floor 2 Ultimate Edition Upgrade? Right now, money is tight for me as I currently need whatever money I have to afford minutes for my phone (Tracfone) and, until I'm able to find a job again and be finically stable once again, items like this is just not something I can afford to get myself at this time.
Really don't have much else to say, so I'll just say this: Thank you for taking the time to read my request and I hope you have a wonderful day!
My GamerTag - https://account.xbox.com/en-us/profile?gamertag=S3ANW0LF
Store Link - https://www.xbox.com/en-US/games/store/killing-floor-2-ultimate-edition-upgrade/9NTLNLR2JXZC/0010
submitted by Sean_Wolf to GiftofGames [link] [comments]
I think, between KF1 and KF2, I honestly love KF2 more than the first game, which is a surprise seeing as I logged many hours into the game. I love the improvements that KF2 made, like the look and feel of the weapons (laying down the trigger on the AA-12 on a horde of approaching zombies never fails to bring a smile to my face and get the adrenaline running) to the sheer satisfaction of just seeing the game go all zed time/slow-mo when you kill a zed and you see it ragdolling as you continue to rip and tear into the corpse. Add to that the awesome metal soundtrack, some fun locations, with my favorites being the Airship and Monster Ball as they remind me of a classic arcade game I used to play a lot called CarnEvil and you got a recipe for some good ole fashioned zombie killing! Honestly, I've been playing the game since it came out on Xbox in 2017 and I consider it one of my favorite zombie killing games to date. The game also holds a very special place in my heart: It was the very first game I ever reviewed professionally as, back in the day, I used to work for an online radio station called The Cove Radio before they shut down in 2020 (In fact, out of all the companies whose games I reviewed, they were the most enthusiastic of all of them to hear my thoughts).
Now, the only thing that I didn't care for, and this is honestly the only thing that hurts the game for me personally: Most of the weapons that been released since 2019 are now locked behind DLCs, which I personally never understood. Skins and other cosmetics I can sort of understand but why weapons were put as DLC and not offered as free content to go along with each update, I just don't get. Now, yes, I know KF1 had DLC weapons and skins but, oddly, that didn't really bother me as much (I attribute that to the addition of the Steam Workshop and all the weapons on there). Fast forward to now when I saw there was an Ultimate Edition of KF2 which, after doing a lot of research to see just what it includes, I found out includes not only a bunch of cosmetics that were released via DLC...but all the DLC weapons ever released as well! From the G36C, a gun I first fell in love with when I saw it in the original (can't believe I have to say that) Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3, to the MG3 Shredder, a gun I used a lot in Call Of Duty Vanguard's multiplayer (Hey, don't laugh! I actually like this game), to even the Rhino Revolver, a gun which I always thought was the coolest looking revolver out there. Heck, even the skins, something I usually just gloss over in games, look amazing too! The Reaper outfit gives me some mad Ghost Rider vibes and, come on...Gary Busey as Santa. I'll say that again, GARY BUSEY as Santa! Can't get much better than that!
So, why am I'm coming here to make this request for the Killing Floor 2 Ultimate Edition Upgrade? Right now, money is tight for me as I currently need whatever money I have to afford minutes for my phone (Tracfone) and, until I'm able to find a job again and be finically stable once again, items like this is just not something I can afford to get myself at this time.
Really don't have much else to say, so I'll just say this: Thank you for taking the time to read my request and I hope you have a wonderful day!
My GamerTag - https://account.xbox.com/en-us/profile?gamertag=S3ANW0LF
Store Link - https://www.xbox.com/en-US/games/store/killing-floor-2-ultimate-edition-upgrade/9NTLNLR2JXZC/0010
2024.05.19 21:54 reddit_user_pink How doesn’t he miss me?
NC for 4 months. Radio silence. We dated for a few months. He said he is not ready for a relationship. How doesn’t he miss me?
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2024.05.19 21:25 reddit_user_pink How doesn’t he miss me?
NC for 4 months. Radio silence. We dated for a few months. He said he is not ready for a relationship. How doesn’t he miss me?
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2024.05.19 21:10 BaseballBot Game Thread 5/19 ⚾ Tigers (23-22) @ D-backs (21-25) 4:10 PM ET
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Tigers (23-22) @ D-backs (21-25)
First Pitch: 4:10 PM at Chase Field| Team | Starter | TV | Radio |
|---|---|---|---|
| Tigers | Matt Manning (0-1, 4.37 ERA) | BSDET | 97.1 |
| D-backs | Jordan Montgomery (2-2, 4.76 ERA) | ARID | 98.7 FM , KQMR (ES) |
| MLB | Fangraphs | Reddit Stream | IRC Chat |
|---|---|---|---|
| Gameday | Game Graph | Live Comments | Libera: ##baseball |
Line Score - Game Over
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | R | H | E | LOB | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| DET | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 4 | 8 | 0 | 4 |
| AZ | 2 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 2 | 0 | 6 | 12 | 0 | 9 |
Box Score
| AZ | AB | R | H | RBI | BB | SO | BA | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| CF | Carroll | 4 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 2 | .191 |
| 2B | Marte, K | 4 | 2 | 2 | 0 | 1 | 0 | .292 |
| DH | Pederson | 3 | 0 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 0 | .317 |
| DH | Grichuk | 2 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .294 |
| 1B | Walker, C | 2 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 0 | .257 |
| LF | Gurriel Jr. | 4 | 0 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .236 |
| RF | Smith, P | 4 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | .231 |
| RF | McCarthy | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .274 |
| 3B | Alexander | 4 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | .253 |
| 3B | Suárez, E | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .211 |
| SS | Newman | 3 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | .255 |
| C | Barnhart | 3 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 2 | .182 |
| AZ | IP | H | R | ER | BB | SO | P-S | ERA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Montgomery | 6.0 | 5 | 4 | 4 | 2 | 3 | 92-59 | 4.98 |
| Thompson, R | 2.0 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 3 | 30-22 | 0.90 |
| Sewald | 1.0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 10-9 | 1.80 |
| DET | AB | R | H | RBI | BB | SO | BA | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 2B | Ibáñez | 2 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | .288 |
| 2B | Keith, C | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .197 |
| LF | Canha | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .240 |
| DH | Greene, R | 4 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .249 |
| CF | Vierling | 4 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 2 | .261 |
| 3B | Urshela | 4 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .288 |
| RF | Pérez, W | 3 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | .301 |
| 1B | Torkelson | 4 | 2 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | .227 |
| SS | Báez, J | 4 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | .209 |
| C | Kelly, C | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .225 |
| PH | Carpenter, K | 1 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | .276 |
| C | Rogers | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .189 |
| DET | IP | H | R | ER | BB | SO | P-S | ERA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Manning | 5.0 | 10 | 4 | 4 | 3 | 1 | 86-49 | 4.88 |
| Holton, T | 1.0 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 16-10 | 3.68 |
| Faedo | 2.0 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 3 | 31-22 | 2.86 |
Scoring Plays
Highlights
Decisions
| Winning Pitcher | Losing Pitcher | Save |
|---|---|---|
| Thompson, R (2-1, 0.90 ERA) | Holton, T (3-1, 3.68 ERA) | Sewald (3 SV, 1.80 ERA) |
| Attendance | Weather | Wind |
|---|---|---|
| 77°F, Roof Closed | 0 mph, None |
| HP | 1B | 2B | 3B |
|---|---|---|---|
| Chris Segal | Larry Vanover | David Rackley | Nate Tomlinson |
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