Spetsnaz ballistic knife buy
Free ULINE knife transformed into a nice-ish knife
2024.05.19 20:17 SLangus1440 Free ULINE knife transformed into a nice-ish knife
 | Got a free knife with a ULINE order, hated the red aluminum scales on it so I made some out of black walnut 😁. Makes a free ($30 if you buy it) knife look and feel a whole lot nicer! Not a bad knife, will be great for around the farm. submitted by SLangus1440 to knives [link] [comments] |
2024.05.19 19:58 mtotes Help me not freak out about moss on roof
First-time homeowner here, with a "first-time homeowner" personality. I recently noticed moss on two sections of my roof. I don't know how long it's been there, but it was very rainy/snowy last fall and winter here in NJ, and I now realize that both sections of the roof don't get any direct sunlight. Maybe irrelevant, but these sections of roof are relatively new (extension built in 2017).
2-3 weeks ago, I got on the ladder and sprayed Wet & Forget. I'm OCD about the house and the "forget" part is hard for me, so earlier today I got on the roof and gently scraped the moss off with a putty knife (we have good-sized windows adjoined to these two sections of roof, so it was fairly easy to access). It took me ~45 minutes; there was a good amount under various rows of shingles, and 2-3 larger patches that were very satisfying to dislodge. I'd grade myself a B+ in terms of eliminating all the moss. I noticed that 2-3 shingles were loose (i.e. they lifted up easily) after I scraped the moss from underneath.
I recognize the issue will probably just resurface, and the loose shingles concerned me. A few questions:
submitted by mtotes to HomeImprovement [link] [comments]
2-3 weeks ago, I got on the ladder and sprayed Wet & Forget. I'm OCD about the house and the "forget" part is hard for me, so earlier today I got on the roof and gently scraped the moss off with a putty knife (we have good-sized windows adjoined to these two sections of roof, so it was fairly easy to access). It took me ~45 minutes; there was a good amount under various rows of shingles, and 2-3 larger patches that were very satisfying to dislodge. I'd grade myself a B+ in terms of eliminating all the moss. I noticed that 2-3 shingles were loose (i.e. they lifted up easily) after I scraped the moss from underneath.
I recognize the issue will probably just resurface, and the loose shingles concerned me. A few questions:
- Sounds like {zinc or copper} strips are the best preventative measure? They sound fairly easy to install, so I'm hoping whoever cleans my gutters next can take care of this.
- Is it common to have a few loose shingles? Can I be chill about this, or do I need to escalate into concerned mode and start contacting roofers?
- If I apply the strips, should I continue to apply Wet & Forget, and if so, how often? One of the two shaded areas is a bit hard to reach from the top of a ladder, so I would probably buy a pump sprayer and just hop up on the roof again...but I don't wanna bring a bazooka to a knife fight, which I have a tendency to do.... :)
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2024.05.19 18:54 antonl99 [Store] TOP TIER SHOP / CRAFTS / GEMS - 0.00 BFK Emerald/Ruby/BP/Sapp , 2x FN Dlore (one w Titan Holo on scope), MW T2 Kimonos, FN Gungnir, M9 BP/Ruby, Kara Ruby/Emerald FLAWLESS, Kara BP, MW Spearmints, Talon BP/Ruby/Sapp, 100% BFK Fade, 4x IBP AK Redline ST MW, BFK P2, FN/FT howl, HR Holo D Blaze
Hi dear friends, everything in my inventory is up for trade and up for sale.
I also buy/sell skins via Crypto/CSGOFloat.
Check out my CSGOFloat stall here, almost every high tier item is listed here: https://csfloat.com/stall/76561198021680043
(This List only contain items above $100 I have a lot more items in my inventory, check that out on my profile)
This list is not always up to date there is more unlisted items in my inventory! feel free to add me to discuss offers. The fastest way to get a response is to send me a direct trade offer through my trade link.
Tips to communicate with me: be informative on what you're interested in and if you wish to buy with cash/crypto or trade.
My discord: antonbeastskins
Links to my profile / trade offer
Steam Profile: https://steamcommunity.com/id/antontrades/
Trade offer: https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=61414315&token=WGyxdHWU
Every item is up for trade, don't be afraid to send an offer! Buyout
[H]
★ Butterfly Knife Emerald - FN - 0.008
★ Butterfly Knife Sapphire - FN - 0.008
AWP Gungnir - FN - 0.06127217784523964
AWP Dragon Lore - FN - 0.03 Titan Holo Scope
AWP Dragon Lore - FN - 0.06
★ Butterfly Knife Ruby - FN - 0.006
★ Karambit Emerald - FN - 0.010
★ M9 Bayonet Black Pearl - FN - 0.022
★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Ruby - FN - 0.015
★ Butterfly Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.009
★ Karambit Ruby - FN - 0.015
★ Karambit Black Pearl - FN - 0.007
M4A4 Howl - FN - 0.007
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint - MW - 0.14
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box - FT - 0.32
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.01
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.02
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.02
★ Talon Knife Ruby - FN - 0.03
★ Talon Knife Sapphire - FN - 0.009
★ Sport Gloves Vice - MW - 0.12
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - FT - 0.356
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - FT - 0.323
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - MW - 0.14 T2 Max Red
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - MW - 0.12
M4A4 Howl - FT - 0.328
★ Talon Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.029
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.032
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.064
★ Bayonet Sapphire - FN - 0.035
★ Flip Knife Emerald - FN - 0.068
M4A1-S Knight - FN - 0.026
★ M9 Bayonet Lore - FN - 0.004
★ Karambit Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - MW - 0.126
★ Sport Gloves Superconductor - FT - 0.257
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Fade - FN - 0.012
AWP The Prince - FT - 0.189
★ Flip Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.025
★ Flip Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.018
AWP Desert Hydra - MW - 0.08
Souvenir AWP Desert Hydra - MW - 0.07
★ Ursus Knife Ruby - FN - 0.006
★ M9 Bayonet Fade - FN - 0.007
AWP Desert Hydra - FT - 0.15
★ Skeleton Knife Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth - FN - 0.010
Glock-18 Fade - FN - 0.010
Glock-18 Fade - FN - 0.001
★ Huntsman Knife Emerald - FN - 0.007
★ Karambit Marble Fade - FN - 0.018
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh - FN - 0.061
★ Driver Gloves King Snake - MW - 0.14
★ Talon Knife Fade - FN - 0.019
★ Talon Knife Fade - FN - 0.008
M4A4 Poseidon - FN - 0.0138
M4A4 Poseidon - FN - 0.0299
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth - FN - 0.031
★ Sport Gloves Vice - FT - 0.194
★ Bayonet Gamma P2 - FN - 0.032
AWP Fade - FN - 0.014
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water - FN - 0.054
M4A1-S Hot Rod - FN - 0.019
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul - FN - 0.06
★ Butterfly Knife Case Hardened - FT - 0.16
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Slaughter - FN - 0.01
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT - 0.24
★ Skeleton Knife - - 0.38
AK-47 Jet Set - FN - 0.064
StatTrak™ AWP Containment Breach - FN - 0.036
★ Sport Gloves Nocts - MW - 0.13
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.007
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.006
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.009
Desert Eagle Blaze - FN - 0.03
★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Fade - FN - 0.05
Sticker Crown (Foil)
submitted by antonl99 to GlobalOffensiveTrade [link] [comments]
I also buy/sell skins via Crypto/CSGOFloat.
Check out my CSGOFloat stall here, almost every high tier item is listed here: https://csfloat.com/stall/76561198021680043
(This List only contain items above $100 I have a lot more items in my inventory, check that out on my profile)
This list is not always up to date there is more unlisted items in my inventory! feel free to add me to discuss offers. The fastest way to get a response is to send me a direct trade offer through my trade link.
Tips to communicate with me: be informative on what you're interested in and if you wish to buy with cash/crypto or trade.
My discord: antonbeastskins
Links to my profile / trade offer
Steam Profile: https://steamcommunity.com/id/antontrades/
Trade offer: https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=61414315&token=WGyxdHWU
Every item is up for trade, don't be afraid to send an offer! Buyout
[H]
★ Butterfly Knife Emerald - FN - 0.008
★ Butterfly Knife Sapphire - FN - 0.008
AWP Gungnir - FN - 0.06127217784523964
AWP Dragon Lore - FN - 0.03 Titan Holo Scope
AWP Dragon Lore - FN - 0.06
★ Butterfly Knife Ruby - FN - 0.006
★ Karambit Emerald - FN - 0.010
★ M9 Bayonet Black Pearl - FN - 0.022
★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Ruby - FN - 0.015
★ Butterfly Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.009
★ Karambit Ruby - FN - 0.015
★ Karambit Black Pearl - FN - 0.007
M4A4 Howl - FN - 0.007
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint - MW - 0.14
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box - FT - 0.32
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.01
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.02
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.02
★ Talon Knife Ruby - FN - 0.03
★ Talon Knife Sapphire - FN - 0.009
★ Sport Gloves Vice - MW - 0.12
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - FT - 0.356
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - FT - 0.323
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - MW - 0.14 T2 Max Red
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - MW - 0.12
M4A4 Howl - FT - 0.328
★ Talon Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.029
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.032
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.064
★ Bayonet Sapphire - FN - 0.035
★ Flip Knife Emerald - FN - 0.068
M4A1-S Knight - FN - 0.026
★ M9 Bayonet Lore - FN - 0.004
★ Karambit Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - MW - 0.126
★ Sport Gloves Superconductor - FT - 0.257
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Fade - FN - 0.012
AWP The Prince - FT - 0.189
★ Flip Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.025
★ Flip Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.018
AWP Desert Hydra - MW - 0.08
Souvenir AWP Desert Hydra - MW - 0.07
★ Ursus Knife Ruby - FN - 0.006
★ M9 Bayonet Fade - FN - 0.007
AWP Desert Hydra - FT - 0.15
★ Skeleton Knife Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth - FN - 0.010
Glock-18 Fade - FN - 0.010
Glock-18 Fade - FN - 0.001
★ Huntsman Knife Emerald - FN - 0.007
★ Karambit Marble Fade - FN - 0.018
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh - FN - 0.061
★ Driver Gloves King Snake - MW - 0.14
★ Talon Knife Fade - FN - 0.019
★ Talon Knife Fade - FN - 0.008
M4A4 Poseidon - FN - 0.0138
M4A4 Poseidon - FN - 0.0299
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth - FN - 0.031
★ Sport Gloves Vice - FT - 0.194
★ Bayonet Gamma P2 - FN - 0.032
AWP Fade - FN - 0.014
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water - FN - 0.054
M4A1-S Hot Rod - FN - 0.019
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul - FN - 0.06
★ Butterfly Knife Case Hardened - FT - 0.16
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Slaughter - FN - 0.01
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT - 0.24
★ Skeleton Knife - - 0.38
AK-47 Jet Set - FN - 0.064
StatTrak™ AWP Containment Breach - FN - 0.036
★ Sport Gloves Nocts - MW - 0.13
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.007
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.006
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.009
Desert Eagle Blaze - FN - 0.03
★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Fade - FN - 0.05
Sticker Crown (Foil)
2024.05.19 18:54 antonl99 [Store] TOP TIER SHOP / CRAFTS / GEMS - 0.00 BFK Emerald/Ruby/BP/Sapp , 2x FN Dlore (one w Titan Holo on scope), MW T2 Kimonos, FN Gungnir, M9 BP/Ruby, Kara Ruby/Emerald FLAWLESS, Kara BP, MW Spearmints, Talon BP/Ruby/Sapp, 100% BFK Fade, 4x IBP AK Redline ST MW, BFK P2, FN/FT howl, HR Holo D Blaze
Hi dear friends, everything in my inventory is up for trade and up for sale.
I also buy/sell skins via Crypto/CSGOFloat.
Check out my CSGOFloat stall here, almost every high tier item is listed here: https://csfloat.com/stall/76561198021680043
(This List only contain items above $100 I have a lot more items in my inventory, check that out on my profile)
This list is not always up to date there is more unlisted items in my inventory! feel free to add me to discuss offers. The fastest way to get a response is to send me a direct trade offer through my trade link.
Tips to communicate with me: be informative on what you're interested in and if you wish to buy with cash/crypto or trade.
My discord: antonbeastskins
Links to my profile / trade offer
Steam Profile: https://steamcommunity.com/id/antontrades/
Trade offer: https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=61414315&token=WGyxdHWU
Every item is up for trade, don't be afraid to send an offer! Buyout
[H]
★ Butterfly Knife Emerald - FN - 0.008
★ Butterfly Knife Sapphire - FN - 0.008
AWP Gungnir - FN - 0.06127217784523964
AWP Dragon Lore - FN - 0.03 Titan Holo Scope
AWP Dragon Lore - FN - 0.06
★ Butterfly Knife Ruby - FN - 0.006
★ Karambit Emerald - FN - 0.010
★ M9 Bayonet Black Pearl - FN - 0.022
★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Ruby - FN - 0.015
★ Butterfly Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.009
★ Karambit Ruby - FN - 0.015
★ Karambit Black Pearl - FN - 0.007
M4A4 Howl - FN - 0.007
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint - MW - 0.14
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box - FT - 0.32
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.01
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.02
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.02
★ Talon Knife Ruby - FN - 0.03
★ Talon Knife Sapphire - FN - 0.009
★ Sport Gloves Vice - MW - 0.12
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - FT - 0.356
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - FT - 0.323
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - MW - 0.14 T2 Max Red
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - MW - 0.12
M4A4 Howl - FT - 0.328
★ Talon Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.029
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.032
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.064
★ Bayonet Sapphire - FN - 0.035
★ Flip Knife Emerald - FN - 0.068
M4A1-S Knight - FN - 0.026
★ M9 Bayonet Lore - FN - 0.004
★ Karambit Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - MW - 0.126
★ Sport Gloves Superconductor - FT - 0.257
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Fade - FN - 0.012
AWP The Prince - FT - 0.189
★ Flip Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.025
★ Flip Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.018
AWP Desert Hydra - MW - 0.08
Souvenir AWP Desert Hydra - MW - 0.07
★ Ursus Knife Ruby - FN - 0.006
★ M9 Bayonet Fade - FN - 0.007
AWP Desert Hydra - FT - 0.15
★ Skeleton Knife Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth - FN - 0.010
Glock-18 Fade - FN - 0.010
Glock-18 Fade - FN - 0.001
★ Huntsman Knife Emerald - FN - 0.007
★ Karambit Marble Fade - FN - 0.018
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh - FN - 0.061
★ Driver Gloves King Snake - MW - 0.14
★ Talon Knife Fade - FN - 0.019
★ Talon Knife Fade - FN - 0.008
M4A4 Poseidon - FN - 0.0138
M4A4 Poseidon - FN - 0.0299
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth - FN - 0.031
★ Sport Gloves Vice - FT - 0.194
★ Bayonet Gamma P2 - FN - 0.032
AWP Fade - FN - 0.014
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water - FN - 0.054
M4A1-S Hot Rod - FN - 0.019
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul - FN - 0.06
★ Butterfly Knife Case Hardened - FT - 0.16
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Slaughter - FN - 0.01
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT - 0.24
★ Skeleton Knife - - 0.38
AK-47 Jet Set - FN - 0.064
StatTrak™ AWP Containment Breach - FN - 0.036
★ Sport Gloves Nocts - MW - 0.13
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.007
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.006
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.009
Desert Eagle Blaze - FN - 0.03
★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Fade - FN - 0.05
Sticker Crown (Foil)
submitted by antonl99 to Csgotrading [link] [comments]
I also buy/sell skins via Crypto/CSGOFloat.
Check out my CSGOFloat stall here, almost every high tier item is listed here: https://csfloat.com/stall/76561198021680043
(This List only contain items above $100 I have a lot more items in my inventory, check that out on my profile)
This list is not always up to date there is more unlisted items in my inventory! feel free to add me to discuss offers. The fastest way to get a response is to send me a direct trade offer through my trade link.
Tips to communicate with me: be informative on what you're interested in and if you wish to buy with cash/crypto or trade.
My discord: antonbeastskins
Links to my profile / trade offer
Steam Profile: https://steamcommunity.com/id/antontrades/
Trade offer: https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=61414315&token=WGyxdHWU
Every item is up for trade, don't be afraid to send an offer! Buyout
[H]
★ Butterfly Knife Emerald - FN - 0.008
★ Butterfly Knife Sapphire - FN - 0.008
AWP Gungnir - FN - 0.06127217784523964
AWP Dragon Lore - FN - 0.03 Titan Holo Scope
AWP Dragon Lore - FN - 0.06
★ Butterfly Knife Ruby - FN - 0.006
★ Karambit Emerald - FN - 0.010
★ M9 Bayonet Black Pearl - FN - 0.022
★ StatTrak™ M9 Bayonet Ruby - FN - 0.015
★ Butterfly Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.009
★ Karambit Ruby - FN - 0.015
★ Karambit Black Pearl - FN - 0.007
M4A4 Howl - FN - 0.007
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint - MW - 0.14
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box - FT - 0.32
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.01
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.02
★ Butterfly Knife P2 - FN - 0.02
★ Talon Knife Ruby - FN - 0.03
★ Talon Knife Sapphire - FN - 0.009
★ Sport Gloves Vice - MW - 0.12
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - FT - 0.356
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze - FT - 0.323
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - MW - 0.14 T2 Max Red
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono - MW - 0.12
M4A4 Howl - FT - 0.328
★ Talon Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.029
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.032
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Butterfly Knife Fade - FN - 0.064
★ Bayonet Sapphire - FN - 0.035
★ Flip Knife Emerald - FN - 0.068
M4A1-S Knight - FN - 0.026
★ M9 Bayonet Lore - FN - 0.004
★ Karambit Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - MW - 0.126
★ Sport Gloves Superconductor - FT - 0.257
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Fade - FN - 0.012
AWP The Prince - FT - 0.189
★ Flip Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.025
★ Flip Knife Black Pearl - FN - 0.018
AWP Desert Hydra - MW - 0.08
Souvenir AWP Desert Hydra - MW - 0.07
★ Ursus Knife Ruby - FN - 0.006
★ M9 Bayonet Fade - FN - 0.007
AWP Desert Hydra - FT - 0.15
★ Skeleton Knife Fade - FN - 0.009
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth - FN - 0.010
Glock-18 Fade - FN - 0.010
Glock-18 Fade - FN - 0.001
★ Huntsman Knife Emerald - FN - 0.007
★ Karambit Marble Fade - FN - 0.018
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh - FN - 0.061
★ Driver Gloves King Snake - MW - 0.14
★ Talon Knife Fade - FN - 0.019
★ Talon Knife Fade - FN - 0.008
M4A4 Poseidon - FN - 0.0138
M4A4 Poseidon - FN - 0.0299
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth - FN - 0.031
★ Sport Gloves Vice - FT - 0.194
★ Bayonet Gamma P2 - FN - 0.032
AWP Fade - FN - 0.014
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water - FN - 0.054
M4A1-S Hot Rod - FN - 0.019
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul - FN - 0.06
★ Butterfly Knife Case Hardened - FT - 0.16
★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Slaughter - FN - 0.01
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT - 0.24
★ Skeleton Knife - - 0.38
AK-47 Jet Set - FN - 0.064
StatTrak™ AWP Containment Breach - FN - 0.036
★ Sport Gloves Nocts - MW - 0.13
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.007
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.006
M4A1-S Blue Phosphor - FN - 0.009
Desert Eagle Blaze - FN - 0.03
★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Fade - FN - 0.05
Sticker Crown (Foil)
2024.05.19 17:51 vasopressed Opinion on grizzly forge knives and any other similar?
I've been trying to snag a grizzly forge cleaver for months now, would also be interested in a knife. They sell out really quick. They look well made.
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- Curious on reviews of these builds
- Any other similar work you can direct me to in order to try and buy one that isn't constantly sold out?
2024.05.19 16:59 HazRi27 [Q] How to buy a knife?
Steam market is the obvious answer, but it seems to be much more expensive than other places, I'm trying to buy a knife worth ~120usd but I can't seem to figure out where I should search or buy, I've been kinda outta the trading game since csgolounge was a thing..
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2024.05.19 16:42 AFN704 Knife Question
Just ordered a Kershaw Launch 16 Tactile Green which is an automatic knife with a blade length of 3.4". Is this legal to carry in NC? I looked online but I found conflicting information. I believe it is legal as long as it's not a ballistic knife. Can anyone confirm? Would like to have a nice knife as a back up and part of my EDC
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2024.05.19 16:33 TheMayaEdits [Store] 500+ Knives/Gloves - M9 Sapphire, Emerald BFK Emerald, Ruby Kara Emerald, Ruby, Sapphire Wild Lotus Howl Dragon Lore Desert Hydra Butterfly Gamma, Doppler, TT, Autotronic Kara Fade, Doppler, Gamma, Marble, TT M9 Fade, Doppler, TT Pandora, Hedge, Vice, Superconductor
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| Knives | Float & Notes | B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below) |
|---|---|---|
| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.012 & Black Pearl | 2x ★ Butterfly Knife |
| ★ Flip Knife Doppler (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.075 & Ruby | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.27 | 3x ★ Karambit Slaughter (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 & 94% Faded | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.039 & 84% Faded | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & 82% Faded | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.020 | 4x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 | 4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 | 4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 & Phase 2 | 5x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Skeleton Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.037 & 92% Faded | 4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.025 & 96% Faded | 4x ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & Sapphire | 3x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.006 & Sapphire | 3x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Karambit Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.014 | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife | Float: 0.365 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.445 | 3x ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.026 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.049 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.027 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.042 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.060 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.047 & Phase 4 | 4x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & Phase 2 | 3x ★ Butterfly Knife Night (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 & Phase 3 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 & Phase 3 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.042 & Phase 3 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.028 & Phase 3 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.356 | 3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.336 | 3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.297 | 3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.340 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.086 | 3x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.127 | 3x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Black Laminate (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.322 | 3x ★ Karambit Stained (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.020 & Phase 1 & Clean corner | 3x ★ Talon Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.008 | 3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.022 | 3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 | 3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 | 3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Nomad Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & 90% Faded | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.013 & Phase 2 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.009 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.014 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.058 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Karambit Lore (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.27 | ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.010 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.011 & Phase 2 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Skeleton Knife | Float: 0.262 | 3x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Skeleton Knife | Float: 0.506 | 3x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.305 | 3x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Field-Tested) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.011 | 3x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Night (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.146 | 3x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Field-Tested) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.019 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Slaughter (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.138 | 3x ★ Survival Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.124 | 3x ★ Survival Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Factory New) | Float: 0.043 | 2x ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Factory New) | Float: 0.049 | 2x ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.221 | 2x ★ Karambit Stained (Well-Worn) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.019 & Phase 1 | 2x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.429 | 2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Karambit | Float: 0.162 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife Night Stripe (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.056 & Phase 4 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 & Phase 2 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & Phase 3 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife |
| ★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.013 & Emerald | ★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.026 & Sapphire | ★ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.404 | 2x ★ Paracord Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.007 & Phase 4 | 2x ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.021 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Crimson Web (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.166 | 2x ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) |
| ★ Karambit Autotronic (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.707 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Classic Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.002 | 2x ★ Driver Gloves Black Tie (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.575 | 2x ★ Classic Knife |
| ★ Skeleton Knife Case Hardened (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.268 | 2x ★ Talon Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.400 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.028 & Phase 2 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 & Phase 1 | 2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 & Phase 1 | 2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.006 & Phase 3 | 2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.013 & Phase 3 | 2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Stained (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.440 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Talon Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.086 | 2x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Bright Water (Factory New) | Float: 0.047 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Stained (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 | 2x ★ Huntsman Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.008 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Huntsman Knife Lore (Factory New) | Float: 0.057 | ★ Butterfly Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.022 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.027 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.028 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.041 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet | Float: 0.319 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Bayonet | Float: 0.694 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.241 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.149 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Forest DDPAT (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.187 | 2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Skeleton Knife Stained (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.142 | 2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.508 | 2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| Gloves | Float & Notes | B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below) |
|---|---|---|
| ★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.36 | 3x ★ Skeleton Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Superconductor (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.35 | 3x ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.35 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Vice (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.37 | 2x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Spearmint (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.30 | 3x ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Spearmint (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.35 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.131 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.084 | 3x ★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.412 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Vice (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.777 | 2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Vice (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.750 | 2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.35 | 2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.37 | 2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.36 | 2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.33 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.36 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| ★ Hand Wraps Slaughter (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.136 | 2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.354 | 2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.283 | 2x ★ Bayonet Case Hardened (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Turtle (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.140 | ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Nocts (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.374 | ★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Emerald Web (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.391 | ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.316 | ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) |
| ★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.288 | ★ M9 Bayonet Case Hardened (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.153 | ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.377 | ★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.374 | ★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Omega (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.768 | ★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.129 | ★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Nocts (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.384 | ★ Karambit Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.370 | ★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.366 | ★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Finish Line (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.281 | ★ Karambit Boreal Forest (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.387 | ★ Talon Knife |
| ★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.259 | ★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.281 | ★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.326 | ★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.360 | ★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.416 | ★ Talon Knife Case Hardened (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.704 | ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.416 | ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Battle-Scarred) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Smoke Out (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.355 | ★ Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| Weapon Skins | Float & Notes | B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below) |
|---|---|---|
| AK-47 Case Hardened (Well-Worn) | 0.39 Float & Pattern #321 Blue Gem | 8x ★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| AWP Desert Hydra (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.14 | 4x ★ Karambit Freehand (Factory New) |
| AWP Medusa (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.20 & Skadoodle (Gold) | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| AWP Medusa (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.42 & Crown (Foil) | 4x ★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) |
| AK-47 Hydroponic (Factory New) | Float: 0.054 | 3x ★ Driver Gloves King Snake (Field-Tested) |
| AK-47 Hydroponic (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.141 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| MP9 Wild Lily (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.088 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.250 | 2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.280 | 2x ★ Karambit Bright Water (Field-Tested) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.365 | ★ Karambit |
| M4A1-S Hot Rod (Factory New) | Float: 0.014 | ★ Bayonet Marble Fade (Factory New) |
| M4A1-S Hot Rod (Factory New) | Float: 0.025 | ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| Desert Eagle Blaze (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 | ★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| AK-47 Vulcan (Factory New) | Float: 0.061 | ★ Butterfly Knife Night (Well-Worn) |
| AWP Lightning Strike (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 | ★ Karambit Bright Water (Minimal Wear) |
| AWP Lightning Strike (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.074 | ★ Karambit Bright Water (Minimal Wear) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.515 & IBP 2014 COL HOLO | ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.727 | ★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested) |
| AUG Akihabara Accept (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.431 | ★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested) |
| AWP Oni Taiji (Factory New) | Float: 0.048 | ★ Talon Knife |
| AK-47 Panthera onca (Factory New) | Float: 0.063 | ★ Ursus Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) |
2024.05.19 16:33 TheMayaEdits [Store] 500+ Knives/Gloves - M9 Sapphire, Emerald BFK Emerald, Ruby Kara Emerald, Ruby, Sapphire Wild Lotus Howl Dragon Lore Desert Hydra Butterfly Gamma, Doppler, TT, Autotronic Kara Fade, Doppler, Gamma, Marble, TT M9 Fade, Doppler, TT Pandora, Hedge, Vice, Superconductor
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| Knives | Float & Notes | B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below) |
|---|---|---|
| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.012 & Black Pearl | 2x ★ Butterfly Knife |
| ★ Flip Knife Doppler (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.075 & Ruby | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.27 | 3x ★ Karambit Slaughter (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 & 94% Faded | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.039 & 84% Faded | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & 82% Faded | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.020 | 4x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 | 4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 | 4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 & Phase 2 | 5x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Skeleton Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.037 & 92% Faded | 4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.025 & 96% Faded | 4x ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & Sapphire | 3x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.006 & Sapphire | 3x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Karambit Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.014 | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife | Float: 0.365 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.445 | 3x ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.026 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.049 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.027 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.042 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.060 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 | 3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.047 & Phase 4 | 4x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & Phase 2 | 3x ★ Butterfly Knife Night (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 & Phase 3 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 & Phase 3 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.042 & Phase 3 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.028 & Phase 3 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.356 | 3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.336 | 3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.297 | 3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.340 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.086 | 3x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.127 | 3x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Black Laminate (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.322 | 3x ★ Karambit Stained (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.020 & Phase 1 & Clean corner | 3x ★ Talon Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.008 | 3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.022 | 3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 | 3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 | 3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Nomad Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & 90% Faded | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.013 & Phase 2 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.009 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.014 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.058 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Karambit Lore (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.27 | ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.010 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.011 & Phase 2 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Skeleton Knife | Float: 0.262 | 3x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Skeleton Knife | Float: 0.506 | 3x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.305 | 3x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Field-Tested) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.011 | 3x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Night (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.146 | 3x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Field-Tested) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.019 & Phase 1 | 3x ★ Flip Knife Slaughter (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.138 | 3x ★ Survival Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.124 | 3x ★ Survival Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Factory New) | Float: 0.043 | 2x ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Factory New) | Float: 0.049 | 2x ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.221 | 2x ★ Karambit Stained (Well-Worn) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.019 & Phase 1 | 2x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.429 | 2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Karambit | Float: 0.162 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife Night Stripe (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.056 & Phase 4 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 & Phase 2 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 & Phase 3 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife |
| ★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.013 & Emerald | ★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.026 & Sapphire | ★ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.404 | 2x ★ Paracord Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.007 & Phase 4 | 2x ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.021 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Crimson Web (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.166 | 2x ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) |
| ★ Karambit Autotronic (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.707 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Classic Knife Fade (Factory New) | Float: 0.002 | 2x ★ Driver Gloves Black Tie (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.575 | 2x ★ Classic Knife |
| ★ Skeleton Knife Case Hardened (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.268 | 2x ★ Talon Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.400 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.028 & Phase 2 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 & Phase 1 | 2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 & Phase 1 | 2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.006 & Phase 3 | 2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) | Float: 0.013 & Phase 3 | 2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Stained (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.440 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Talon Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.086 | 2x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Karambit Bright Water (Factory New) | Float: 0.047 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Stained (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 | 2x ★ Huntsman Knife Slaughter (Factory New) |
| ★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.008 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Huntsman Knife Lore (Factory New) | Float: 0.057 | ★ Butterfly Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.022 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.027 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.028 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.033 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.035 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New) | Float: 0.041 | 2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Bayonet | Float: 0.319 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Bayonet | Float: 0.694 | 2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.241 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.149 | 2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Forest DDPAT (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.187 | 2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Skeleton Knife Stained (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.142 | 2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.508 | 2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| Gloves | Float & Notes | B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below) |
|---|---|---|
| ★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.36 | 3x ★ Skeleton Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Superconductor (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.35 | 3x ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.35 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Vice (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.37 | 2x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Spearmint (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.30 | 3x ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Spearmint (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.35 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.131 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.084 | 3x ★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.412 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Vice (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.777 | 2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Vice (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.750 | 2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.35 | 2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.37 | 2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.36 | 2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.33 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.36 | 2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| ★ Hand Wraps Slaughter (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.136 | 2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.354 | 2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.283 | 2x ★ Bayonet Case Hardened (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Turtle (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.140 | ★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Nocts (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.374 | ★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Emerald Web (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.391 | ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.316 | ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) |
| ★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.288 | ★ M9 Bayonet Case Hardened (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.153 | ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.377 | ★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.374 | ★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Omega (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.768 | ★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.129 | ★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Nocts (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.384 | ★ Karambit Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.370 | ★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.366 | ★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Finish Line (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.281 | ★ Karambit Boreal Forest (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.387 | ★ Talon Knife |
| ★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.259 | ★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.281 | ★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.326 | ★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.360 | ★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.416 | ★ Talon Knife Case Hardened (Well-Worn) |
| ★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.704 | ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested) |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.416 | ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Battle-Scarred) |
| ★ Moto Gloves Smoke Out (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.355 | ★ Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| Weapon Skins | Float & Notes | B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below) |
|---|---|---|
| AK-47 Case Hardened (Well-Worn) | 0.39 Float & Pattern #321 Blue Gem | 8x ★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| AWP Desert Hydra (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.14 | 4x ★ Karambit Freehand (Factory New) |
| AWP Medusa (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.20 & Skadoodle (Gold) | 4x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| AWP Medusa (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.42 & Crown (Foil) | 4x ★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred) |
| AK-47 Hydroponic (Factory New) | Float: 0.054 | 3x ★ Driver Gloves King Snake (Field-Tested) |
| AK-47 Hydroponic (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.141 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| MP9 Wild Lily (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.088 | 3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.250 | 2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.280 | 2x ★ Karambit Bright Water (Field-Tested) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested) | Float: 0.365 | ★ Karambit |
| M4A1-S Hot Rod (Factory New) | Float: 0.014 | ★ Bayonet Marble Fade (Factory New) |
| M4A1-S Hot Rod (Factory New) | Float: 0.025 | ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Minimal Wear) |
| Desert Eagle Blaze (Factory New) | Float: 0.032 | ★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear) |
| AK-47 Vulcan (Factory New) | Float: 0.061 | ★ Butterfly Knife Night (Well-Worn) |
| AWP Lightning Strike (Factory New) | Float: 0.034 | ★ Karambit Bright Water (Minimal Wear) |
| AWP Lightning Strike (Minimal Wear) | Float: 0.074 | ★ Karambit Bright Water (Minimal Wear) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.515 & IBP 2014 COL HOLO | ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New) |
| AK-47 Fire Serpent (Battle-Scarred) | Float: 0.727 | ★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested) |
| AUG Akihabara Accept (Well-Worn) | Float: 0.431 | ★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested) |
| AWP Oni Taiji (Factory New) | Float: 0.048 | ★ Talon Knife |
| AK-47 Panthera onca (Factory New) | Float: 0.063 | ★ Ursus Knife Marble Fade (Factory New) |
2024.05.19 16:04 APCleriot My Family Isn't In The Family Photos
What’s in the closet, Kirsty?
He knew I hid a secret.
I smiled, tried to look confused.
He waited, crossing his arms.
I worried that he'd already seen. He had.
What else could he think about the pile?
His wife’s a cheater. She has another life. Another husband. Children.
He’d never believe the truth: I’m not a cheater; there’s no other life; no other man; I don’t know who the children are who visit me at night.
But I did have a secret. And maybe it’s fair to say another life, even if was smaller and against my will.
I should have destroyed those frames, burned the photos within. Now it looked like I saved them, cherished them. The truth couldn’t be farther. I feared to touch anything to do with… whatever they are…with one exception.
“It started last Halloween,” I said to George, my husband, my real husband.
He stopped packing for a moment, working out the impossibility of this statement. “I’m taking the girls to my parents.” He resumed the tossing of shirts, pants, etc. into our big suitcase.
“It’s true,” I said, but weakly. The children in the picture are at least six and four respectively. They were born six months ago.
“They’re not… my kids,” I said of the boys in the photos. They’re not kids is what I almost said.
George stopped and squeezed the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. “Kirsty,” he said slowly, “there are baby pictures. I saw them.”
“That’s-”
He quickly raised his finger, exasperated, angry, done.
“The first picture is you holding a newborn, and…” He swallowed painfully, his throat gone dry. It always does when he’s upset. “And the father in that picture, with his arm around you, isn’t me.”
When I couldn't deny it, he nodded like he knew all along our marriage would end.
We were happy. We really were. George and I had managed to overcome the typical breakdown that often comes with raising children. Only since last Halloween had distance been made by me.
I should have told him as soon as it started.
“Girls!” he called as I followed him down the stairs to the front hall of our lovely home. We’d scrimped and sacrificed to buy and keep this place, our dream by the lake. He’d been so proud. I couldn’t tell him I wanted to leave the first night sleeping there.
Cara and Ella protested through play, ignoring the adults, continuing to jump on an old box they’d long since flattened. Rays from the western sun placed my daughters into an inspired, hallowed light, and I started to cry. He was going to take my babies away.
George opened the door, intending, I’m sure, to drop the suitcase in the car before returning to physically carry the girls out.
But he hesitated in the doorway.
“George?”
The suitcase fell with a solid thud on the floor. “There’s no way,” he said.
“What?”
“There’s no way,” he said, with emphasis on the last word, “you would have had time for…this…”
Not defining "this" as cheating was progress. “Yes!”
He glared, quieting my desperate enthusiasm. I wasn’t off the hook. “Tell me. The truth.”
“I can’t.”
He reached for the suitcase.
“No, not because I don’t want to,” I protested. “I don’t know what’s happening!” I sat on the carpeted steps and stared through blurred vision at my trembling hands. The shriek I’d filled the house with - “happening!” - had put a halt to the box's obliteration. Cara and Ella hesitated for a few seconds before leaping into action.
Cara, the oldest, six, punched her dad in the buttocks. “You have to be nice!”
Ella, four, sat beside me and patted my trembling hands. “It’s okay, mummy.”
Such lovely daughters. Nothing like the boys in those photos when they were this age.
George grasped Cara's wrists and gently walked her back into the house, using his foot to kick the suitcase from the swing of the front door.
"It's alright, girls," he said with weak resolve. "Go and play."
"No!" Cara shouted. She kicked at her father and he pulled her close into a bearhug. Gradually, the girls calmed and were convinced to return to the box in the front room.
"Kirsty," George said, "you have to tell me." He sat down on the step beside me. "Please." I would do anything to take away the hurt in his eyes. "Please."
"I can't. But… I can write it down. Maybe." I took out my phone. We shared Google Drive. When I made a new document, he reluctantly started his phone. The man was a dream. He watched his screen, and waited patiently for my words to appear.
Without preamble, I returned to the awful moment when it all began: a strange and disturbing dream. Words came like an infection from beneath a torn scab. The wound had been opened. Nothing could stop this now.
Sex with another man has never been a desire of mine. I love George. He loves me.
Plus, the man in my dream was a stranger, and not particularly handsome. He has a plain face set to unwavering boredom and unkempt male pattern baldness. Our dream sex felt obligatory, just something we had to do.
I awoke on the wrong side of midnight. November 1st and I was craving ice cream instead of the girls' gathered candy. The freezer left by the previous homeowners came with unopened ice cream. Freezer burned or not, I wanted some.
After retrieving a spoon from the kitchen, I intended to destroy a brick of neopolitan. He waited in his flannel pajamas, barefoot on the concrete floor. His arms were crossed.
"Cravings?" he said.
I dropped the spoon. It clattered down the basement steps. Before I could run away, he disappeared like someone had erased him from head to foot in one clean sweep.
Had to be a dream. That's what I told myself. The spoon stayed in the basement until daylight. Ghost or nightmare, there was laundry to do the next day.
I crossed the concrete floor fast and only felt safer when I'd closed the door to the more modern laundry room. Never thought builder's grade tiles and track lights would make me feel anything but sad.
His voice caught me sorting.
"Kirsty!"
I dropped the cup of detergent all over the floor.
"Shit."
I came out of the laundry room, figuring George had been looking for me in uncharacteristically rude fashion. He hated speaking between rooms. Shouting throughout the house was highly impolite. It must have been important, I figured.
As soon as I stepped onto the bare concrete, however, deep sadness, the kind that seems to physically leech the strength from your body, dominated the room.
"Hello?" I don't know why I said that. The basement is a low ceilinged rectangle. There are no hiding spots except for the laundry room I'd come from. After a deep breath, I walked briskly to the stairs.
"Any day now," a raspy voice breathed into my ear. I jolted and slipped forward, falling and clipping my chin off a step. It made my teeth click painfully. Nobody there, of course. I ran upstairs and George had gone outside with the girls to play hide and seek.
I wanted to tell him. He looked so happy. It's hard to convey in words the kind of smile he showed me through the window. Imagine contentment mixed with unreserved joy and hope. Yes, it's difficult to picture. So few of us can ever have such a moment. Sort of like finding a natural view completely untouched by humanity. Beyond rare and precious.
I’m rambling now to avoid writing about what followed. The point is I couldn’t tell him. I hoped it’d go away and stop.
But, of course, it didn’t, and things got much worse.
I awoke in a great deal of pain. Having already given birth to children, the feeling was familiar. Despite getting up and gasping, George continued to snore in our bed. He’s a deep sleeper, but a quick and early riser. I’ve never heard him complain about getting out of bed either, especially when there’s an emergency.
I might have woken him up but I was disoriented and confused. Part of me believed I was still pregnant with Ella. It wasn’t until I’d gone all the way to the kitchen to avoid waking up the girls, that my brain caught up: Girls. Plural. Ella was asleep in her bed upstairs.
“Ohhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiiit.” I knew the signs of labour. This couldn’t be happening. “Ohhhhhhhhh.”
I was definitely going to wake everyone up if this continued.
My phone was upstairs by my bedside table. We don’t have a landline. I should have called 911. I should have woken up George.
Instead, I went downstairs where I could vocalize pain without disturbing anyone. Such a pathetically passive response. But that’s how I was raised. Keep it down, don't you frown.
His hands seized mine as soon as I descended the last step. Serious and bald without dignity is how to best describe his physical appearance. Cold and cruel is what he is. The lights turned off and, in the perfect darkness of the basement, he was all that I could see.
He produces a red light from his body somehow but his touch is literally frosty.
"Kristy, it's time," he said. No joy there. Just straight facts. Something was coming. I was going to give birth to it. In the dull red glow of his being, the first boy came.
"His name is Hadad," the man said, placing a large, infant boy with a lot of hair and, I swear, a hint of beard, on the bare concrete. Hadad looked like a three month old they use as newborns on TV. He didn't cry. He hardly seemed to breathe as his dark eyes roamed the darkness. His light resembled the man's, a less intense red.
I felt another contraction, and winced.
"She comes next," the man said.
I felt so weak. "Who are you?" I asked him.
At last, he smiled and I wished he hadn't. It made me feel small, insignificant, and beneath his concern. "You know who I am," he said. "I'm your husband."
Pain wracked my entire body. Something didn't feel right. The birth of Cara and Ella had been without difficulty.
"Push," my "husband" ordered. "She is upset with you, and will kill you if you don't get her out now."
"It has to be a nightmare," I told him. Sweat poured in streams down my face. The unborn "she" in question writhed and damaged my insides. I screamed. I couldn't help it.
"Push!"
I obeyed and the second boy spilled onto the bare concrete, coated in blood and dust.
"It's a boy," I said.
The man looked displeased. "The body is male. She is Hebat. No wonder she is angry." Like the other infant, Hebat appeared aware of her surroundings and had far too much motor control for a newborn. The light pouring from her body was dull silver. Her eye sockets were two pits of concentrated despair. I had to look away.
The babies were pressed into my arms.
The man stretched out beside me. "Open your eyes and smile." I resisted. "Do it. Now." What choice did I have? The flash from his cell blinded me. They were all gone by the time my sight recovered. Only the sweat remained as evidence of the ordeal.
It had to have been a hallucination. Some very bad food poisoning maybe. The source could be as simple as an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. I had been stress eating since we'd moved in. I stood up and took some comfort in a Charles Dickens' reference.
"More of gravy than of grave about you," I said. My words seemed consumed by the dreadful weight of the air. "Whatever you are."
Whatever you are: something bad in any case. At best, I'd hallucinated prolonged and traumatic labour and needed medical attention. Yet, when I limped up the basement stairs, all thoughts of waking George vanished. There on the kitchen island sat a propped frame containing the photograph taken only moments ago.
The man looked happy. Only Hadad appeared in this picture, which meant another one was somewhere. I didn't panic. I worried more about what George would think if he saw the photos. I had to find them all.
Hebat and his father and I were mounted in a dark wood frame by the master bedroom. It'd be the first thing anyone saw if they woke up. I plucked it off the wall and, together with the first photo, tucked it under some blankets in the dresser we'd shoved in the small walk-in closet.
You might not believe this, but I went straight to sleep after. I climbed under the blanket in my sweaty pajamas, shut my eyes, and didn't have enough time to deny what had happened. I was unconscious until morning.
George placed a coffee on my nightstand. That's what I remember. He rubbed my feet while I slowly awoke. The girls were watching TV downstairs, munching on apple slices. There was forty minutes still before we had to seriously consider getting ready to take Cara to school.
George would drop her off on his way to work downtown. He chose his hours and always chose convenience for his wife and kids. Ella and I planned to spend the morning gardening. Then we would nap much of the afternoon away until George and Cara returned. A life so perfect is so very rare.
I didn't want to spoil things with a very convincing nightmare. Besides, I felt fine. Not so good that I wanted to look in the dresser to see if those photos really were there, but not ill. So I remained silent again.
November started fine. Idyllic days and nights filled with laughter and joy and television. Just as I started to believe in the dream we'd made, they came again.
The wail of a child's hunger is a powerful call for a parent. When it's a chorus, even of two, it cannot be ignored. Only I awoke to Hadad and Hebat's cries for their "mother" from the basement.
Half asleep, I drifted into the kitchen and searched for their milk bottles. When no bottles could be found, I remembered they were newborns. Milk swelled in my breasts and made my nipples ache. Just like when Cara or Ella would awaken in the night. It was a relief to feed them.
But what the fuck was I doing?
I was acting like the man in the basement and the devil babies were mine. It'd been less than a week since Halloween and that horrible nightmare illusion. I had already taken on the beleaguered newborn mother role without question.
Their cries intensified and flayed the weak resistance of exhausted reasoning.
Don't wake George. Don't wake my babies, my real babies.
"What took you so long?" the man critized, his voice monotone, the question unrhetorical.
"I… was sleeping. I went to the fridge first." Under his severe gaze, I stopped in the midst of the dark room. Hadad had quieted. Hebat cooed as if laughing at her own joke. I couldn't see them because the lights were off. They liked the dark better. Somehow I knew that about them and him.
"You should sleep down here," he said. "A mother should always be close to her babies."
The statement was nonsense but not altogether wrong. I wanted to be close to my babies, the daughters sleeping in bliss upstairs, away from the evil fermentation in the basement.
"Kirsty," he said. "Are you listening?" His hand touched the small of my back. The gentleness surprised me. I squawked and flinched away. "What’s wrong with you? They're hungry." He pressed on my shoulders until I sat on the cold floor.
They came from the shadows, already walking. I wanted to go, but I knew he wouldn't allow it. He pulled my cat t-shirt off over my head and their fierce mouths suckled, relieving the pressure of excess breast milk quickly. It felt physically good and psychologically alien.
I looked down at them once and immediately regretted it. Their emanated light had intensified to a point where perception of them hurt.
Each time I blinked my eyes were drawn to some isolated part of their bodies. The vision got closer to the point of disgust. Everything is gross if you're close enough. There is no beauty under a microscope. If you think there is then you're not using the right magnification.
Hebat's eye drew me in. At first, I saw the dark sphere, and then the strands of her eyelashes. Her gravity kept pulling until the creatures that live in eyelashes were revealed: Demodex folliculorum. I looked the microscopic horrors up.
The babies had more parasites than any child should. They wanted to show me and could somehow do so.
I asked him about it. "Why are they showing me these worms?"
He smiled, contemptuously as usual. "Trying to impress mother. Neither of them understand your horror and insignificance. You are the ant who knows they're an ant. Lucky you. They think you will be proud of the life their corporeal forms produce and host. Give them a few hours. It will pass."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm not sure what you mean. We're married. Now, prepare to smile." His cell reappeared and I noted the lack of features; it might have been a singed rectangle of spent firewood. He frowned when I failed to smile. "Smile, Kirsty. These are your children."
I managed to stave off the tears and hold the babies close. The smile was more difficult. In the inevitable aftermath of their sudden disappearance, the frames depicted an exhausted, wrinkly woman smiling painfully. It took a second to recognize myself.
The things in the basement sapped my strength. I looked dehydrated, beleaguered. The scale in the bathroom said I'd dropped six pounds. I'd weighed myself the morning before.
"Whoa, you've lost weight," George noted, thinking I'd be pleased. "This place has been so good for us, eh?'
To produce another smile proved as draining as the previous night. "Y-yes," I stuttered too late for him to ignore.
"Hey," he said, touching my forearm.
I flinched.
"Whoa, you okay? What's wrong?"
I should have told him. "Nothing. Bad sleep. A nightmare. I'll be fine."
A lie is an agreement. George wanted to agree, I think. He wanted life to be fine because he was happy for once. We struggled so hard before we came to Bridal Veil Lake. It was supposed to be our dream.
Guilty if I told him the truth. Guilty because I didn't. I began to resent his happiness, though he had done nothing but be the wonderful man he'd always been.
To Cara and Ella I became a body in motion, No brain left to guide them away from harm or answer their questions about nature and the universe.
"I don't know." That's what I told them often.
So they began to treat me like a kind of butler.
"Can I have some juice, please?"
"Sure, sweetheart."
"Mommy, can I have a snack?"
"Of course." And I'd run off to fetch it.
"Cookies."
"Yes, dear."
When Christmas came, I had two and they induced the same level of joy. Visiting the basement to feed and nurture Hebat and Hadad became a nightly occurrence. I'd learned to awaken, if I could get to sleep at all, and go quietly.
He berated me severely if I missed a night, and there were subtle threats made casually.
"I may have to squash you yet," he said, his tone as deep and cold as always.
"It won't happen again," I promised. "They’re getting big." In fact, they were no longer infants. Both had grown to the approximate age of six or seven in a few months. Still, they never spoke. Their dark eyes watched me as they ate food from the kitchen upstairs, food I'd hidden from my family.
"More meat," the man demanded.
"Of course." And I ran to the freezer and gave them frozen sausages in the package. They never complained or demanded the food be prepared a different way. No objections from my "husband" either.
Hebat tore the styrofoam and plastic wrap away and flattened the row of sausages stuck together between powerful molars. Hadad contented itself with licking them like a popsicle.
I'd stay until the photo. Then they'd release me by vanishing. Always with an exhausted breath, I'd trudge up the stairs and search for the frames and hide them in the same place.
They only smiled in the pictures. At no other time did they express any kind of emotion unless indifference counts.
My own children and husband weren't doing much better. Their concerns about my fatigue and ruminating slowly ceased as I repeated the excuse: I’m just tired. It'll pass.
Of course, I did not know when the nightmare would stop.
"When will it end?" I asked him one night, while Hebat and Hadad exercised like they had a mission.
"What do you mean?" he said.
I was surprised he answered. He usually didn't. "This. This. When can I go back to normal and not come down every night? I'm so very tired."
He frowned and I thought some punishment must be coming. Instead, he looked more confused. "I don't understand. You aren't happy? Your children grow into power and strength and will take their place in the world. They will be great and you - you, of all the tiny things, made that happen. Ask yourself what you want out of life, and see if Hebat and Haddad aren't your answer."
Too many words, all at once, for an exhausted mother. I didn't speak for the rest of the night. The infernal trio vanished, and the latter moments of the ritual I carried out with his challenge in mind.
I want my children to be strong, happy, and safe.
"Juice," Cara demanded the next morning, a Saturday, while she watched cartoons.
"Get it yourself!" I hissed, from tired to angry in a second.
"But I can't," Cara accurately pointed out. She didn't look away from the TV. Looking at me wasn't safe, and she knew it. Her and Ella held hands and sat a little straighter. It broke my heart. What had I done?
George came downstairs, attracted by my shouting. "What’s going on?"
Empathy became sadness, and the constant burden rekindled to anger swiftly. "Just children treating me like a servant."
He smiled. "Ah, yes, and how are the royal princesses this morning?"
His levity irked me. "You would know if you didn't sleep in so much."
The smile vanished from his face, and instead of the fight I seemed to want, he mumbled a quiet apology and joined the girls. They climbed onto him as he wrapped them into a cuddle.
"What are we watching?" George restarted his smile, his calm, for the girls. I hated myself. It had to end. Tonight.
After another dreary day of going through the motions, and the girls and George had fallen asleep, I went to the kitchen and chose the knife I thought sharpest.
"Kirsty," he said, his voice a whisper rising from the depths of the house.
"Coming," I whispered back.
"Mom," said another voice, a girl's, and I knew that Hebat had, at last, found herself and the wholeness of her being had been corrected.
I started to cry. I went downstairs and there she was with her brother and her father. He looked tired but some of the grimness had cracked to allow the first real contentment I've ever seen him express.
"Is that for the cake?" he asked. "We already have one."
I remembered the sharp knife. "Meat," I said. "There’s ham in the freezer."
He nodded, seeming to accept the answer.
"Mom," Hebat said, "Do you think I'm…" She gestured to herself, her face, and her body, and I understood the question, born from doubt and a desire to be validated.
I pulled her close. "You are the most beautiful girl in the whole world." We cried together. Hadad cut into a poorly made, asymmetrical cake by the light of his aura. No one cared that he did so on the floor. I brought out the ham from the fridge and we ate slices with our hands.
"It's almost done," he said. "They’re nearly grown. They are strong, and they are happy. You've done a good job, Kirsty." He watched our children fight to smear icing on each other's faces. "I'm sorry if I was mean. Or cold. I've never done this before." And he meant raising children. "It was the hardest, scariest thing anyone can try. I shouldn't have blamed you for… Hebat… It wasn't your fault."
Before I could pat his hand, he and the kids vanished. Darkness so familiar couldn't extinguish a new fear. I went upstairs and found the last frame. I held my daughter in the photo, my beautiful Hebat. He must have taken the photo without my notice.
I took it upstairs but couldn't bring myself to hide it.
I didn't see that one, George wrote into the document.
I forgot he was watching.
He typed again: Are you saying there is something in the basement?
Yes, I replied.
He stirred in the living room. I hadn't moved from the stairs, but I could tell by his stomping how angry he'd become. All of his negative, violent traits he saved for those in the world who would harm his family. George the Protector was fearsome to behold.
But he had no chance against my other husband.
"Come out! Come out you coward!" George bellowed. At first, nothing happened. The moment before calamity, even when the specific consequences aren't known, is still in slow motion. He carried on shouting. The girls rushed into the hall and didn’t hesitate to investigate.
"No!" I shouted. "Cara! Ella!"
Their feet padded down the steps. A violent commotion followed, screams and raging voices, both deep and childishly shrill.
The most unsettling quiet followed.
I chewed through the fear and the horror tearing me apart and finally moved.
No evidence of violence could be seen from the top of the stairs. The concrete looked bare and dusty and the light revealed nothing more. They were gone, all of them.
"Hebat," I whispered. "Cara? George?"
Him, I thought of, the nameless husband and felt no hint of his presence. He'd always been there. I know that now. It had nothing to do with the house. His absence was felt more than his insidious presence. Yet, I felt no relief. George and the girls were gone. I sat on the floor and cried for all my missing children.
When I finally emerged from the basement, the whole house had been filled with night. Their photos were everywhere. The others were upstairs. I gathered them on the kitchen island. How could I explain any of this to the police?
I needed help. I called my parents. It took twenty minutes before my father picked up.
"Kirsty? What's wrong?"
"Dad," I whimpered. "George is gone. Cara. Ella."
"What? What did you say?"
"They’re gone, dad. George. The girls are gone."
I heard his bed springs protest as he rolled out of bed. My mom said something I couldn't hear, and he shushed her.
"Kirsty," he said, "are you alright? Are you hurt? Are you in danger?"
Why was it so hard to understand? "Dad. George is gone."
"Kirsty, who the hell is George?"
It was my turn to be confused. "He's my- you know him. My husband…"
"Kirsty," he said very slowly, "are you on drugs? Did you take something?"
"No. Are you?"
"Excuse me?"
I hung up.
I have their photos. I have all of their photos. That's what I brought to George's parents before the sun rose. They wouldn't open the door and spoke to me through an intercom.
"George is gone," I said.
"We'll call the police."
"This is your son. These are your granddaughters."
I heard my mother-in-law say, "Who is she?"
"We don't have a son," my father-in-law said. "Go away."
I left.
Back to the house. Our dream sat empty and I live there, but none of the people in my family photos are my family.
I remember but the world never does. My parents think I'm ill and that I used AI to create the family I apparently never had.
How did I buy the house without a job or income? With deep concern for my mental health, they showed me a news story. I had won the lottery the day I turned eighteen.
His influence there, payment for services rendered.
A lie is an agreement.
What had I agreed to? I'm afraid I know the answer: I never wanted a family.
God help me. God help them.
I don't know what to do with these pictures.
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He knew I hid a secret.
I smiled, tried to look confused.
He waited, crossing his arms.
I worried that he'd already seen. He had.
What else could he think about the pile?
His wife’s a cheater. She has another life. Another husband. Children.
He’d never believe the truth: I’m not a cheater; there’s no other life; no other man; I don’t know who the children are who visit me at night.
But I did have a secret. And maybe it’s fair to say another life, even if was smaller and against my will.
I should have destroyed those frames, burned the photos within. Now it looked like I saved them, cherished them. The truth couldn’t be farther. I feared to touch anything to do with… whatever they are…with one exception.
“It started last Halloween,” I said to George, my husband, my real husband.
He stopped packing for a moment, working out the impossibility of this statement. “I’m taking the girls to my parents.” He resumed the tossing of shirts, pants, etc. into our big suitcase.
“It’s true,” I said, but weakly. The children in the picture are at least six and four respectively. They were born six months ago.
“They’re not… my kids,” I said of the boys in the photos. They’re not kids is what I almost said.
George stopped and squeezed the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. “Kirsty,” he said slowly, “there are baby pictures. I saw them.”
“That’s-”
He quickly raised his finger, exasperated, angry, done.
“The first picture is you holding a newborn, and…” He swallowed painfully, his throat gone dry. It always does when he’s upset. “And the father in that picture, with his arm around you, isn’t me.”
When I couldn't deny it, he nodded like he knew all along our marriage would end.
We were happy. We really were. George and I had managed to overcome the typical breakdown that often comes with raising children. Only since last Halloween had distance been made by me.
I should have told him as soon as it started.
“Girls!” he called as I followed him down the stairs to the front hall of our lovely home. We’d scrimped and sacrificed to buy and keep this place, our dream by the lake. He’d been so proud. I couldn’t tell him I wanted to leave the first night sleeping there.
Cara and Ella protested through play, ignoring the adults, continuing to jump on an old box they’d long since flattened. Rays from the western sun placed my daughters into an inspired, hallowed light, and I started to cry. He was going to take my babies away.
George opened the door, intending, I’m sure, to drop the suitcase in the car before returning to physically carry the girls out.
But he hesitated in the doorway.
“George?”
The suitcase fell with a solid thud on the floor. “There’s no way,” he said.
“What?”
“There’s no way,” he said, with emphasis on the last word, “you would have had time for…this…”
Not defining "this" as cheating was progress. “Yes!”
He glared, quieting my desperate enthusiasm. I wasn’t off the hook. “Tell me. The truth.”
“I can’t.”
He reached for the suitcase.
“No, not because I don’t want to,” I protested. “I don’t know what’s happening!” I sat on the carpeted steps and stared through blurred vision at my trembling hands. The shriek I’d filled the house with - “happening!” - had put a halt to the box's obliteration. Cara and Ella hesitated for a few seconds before leaping into action.
Cara, the oldest, six, punched her dad in the buttocks. “You have to be nice!”
Ella, four, sat beside me and patted my trembling hands. “It’s okay, mummy.”
Such lovely daughters. Nothing like the boys in those photos when they were this age.
George grasped Cara's wrists and gently walked her back into the house, using his foot to kick the suitcase from the swing of the front door.
"It's alright, girls," he said with weak resolve. "Go and play."
"No!" Cara shouted. She kicked at her father and he pulled her close into a bearhug. Gradually, the girls calmed and were convinced to return to the box in the front room.
"Kirsty," George said, "you have to tell me." He sat down on the step beside me. "Please." I would do anything to take away the hurt in his eyes. "Please."
"I can't. But… I can write it down. Maybe." I took out my phone. We shared Google Drive. When I made a new document, he reluctantly started his phone. The man was a dream. He watched his screen, and waited patiently for my words to appear.
Without preamble, I returned to the awful moment when it all began: a strange and disturbing dream. Words came like an infection from beneath a torn scab. The wound had been opened. Nothing could stop this now.
Sex with another man has never been a desire of mine. I love George. He loves me.
Plus, the man in my dream was a stranger, and not particularly handsome. He has a plain face set to unwavering boredom and unkempt male pattern baldness. Our dream sex felt obligatory, just something we had to do.
I awoke on the wrong side of midnight. November 1st and I was craving ice cream instead of the girls' gathered candy. The freezer left by the previous homeowners came with unopened ice cream. Freezer burned or not, I wanted some.
After retrieving a spoon from the kitchen, I intended to destroy a brick of neopolitan. He waited in his flannel pajamas, barefoot on the concrete floor. His arms were crossed.
"Cravings?" he said.
I dropped the spoon. It clattered down the basement steps. Before I could run away, he disappeared like someone had erased him from head to foot in one clean sweep.
Had to be a dream. That's what I told myself. The spoon stayed in the basement until daylight. Ghost or nightmare, there was laundry to do the next day.
I crossed the concrete floor fast and only felt safer when I'd closed the door to the more modern laundry room. Never thought builder's grade tiles and track lights would make me feel anything but sad.
His voice caught me sorting.
"Kirsty!"
I dropped the cup of detergent all over the floor.
"Shit."
I came out of the laundry room, figuring George had been looking for me in uncharacteristically rude fashion. He hated speaking between rooms. Shouting throughout the house was highly impolite. It must have been important, I figured.
As soon as I stepped onto the bare concrete, however, deep sadness, the kind that seems to physically leech the strength from your body, dominated the room.
"Hello?" I don't know why I said that. The basement is a low ceilinged rectangle. There are no hiding spots except for the laundry room I'd come from. After a deep breath, I walked briskly to the stairs.
"Any day now," a raspy voice breathed into my ear. I jolted and slipped forward, falling and clipping my chin off a step. It made my teeth click painfully. Nobody there, of course. I ran upstairs and George had gone outside with the girls to play hide and seek.
I wanted to tell him. He looked so happy. It's hard to convey in words the kind of smile he showed me through the window. Imagine contentment mixed with unreserved joy and hope. Yes, it's difficult to picture. So few of us can ever have such a moment. Sort of like finding a natural view completely untouched by humanity. Beyond rare and precious.
I’m rambling now to avoid writing about what followed. The point is I couldn’t tell him. I hoped it’d go away and stop.
But, of course, it didn’t, and things got much worse.
I awoke in a great deal of pain. Having already given birth to children, the feeling was familiar. Despite getting up and gasping, George continued to snore in our bed. He’s a deep sleeper, but a quick and early riser. I’ve never heard him complain about getting out of bed either, especially when there’s an emergency.
I might have woken him up but I was disoriented and confused. Part of me believed I was still pregnant with Ella. It wasn’t until I’d gone all the way to the kitchen to avoid waking up the girls, that my brain caught up: Girls. Plural. Ella was asleep in her bed upstairs.
“Ohhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiiit.” I knew the signs of labour. This couldn’t be happening. “Ohhhhhhhhh.”
I was definitely going to wake everyone up if this continued.
My phone was upstairs by my bedside table. We don’t have a landline. I should have called 911. I should have woken up George.
Instead, I went downstairs where I could vocalize pain without disturbing anyone. Such a pathetically passive response. But that’s how I was raised. Keep it down, don't you frown.
His hands seized mine as soon as I descended the last step. Serious and bald without dignity is how to best describe his physical appearance. Cold and cruel is what he is. The lights turned off and, in the perfect darkness of the basement, he was all that I could see.
He produces a red light from his body somehow but his touch is literally frosty.
"Kristy, it's time," he said. No joy there. Just straight facts. Something was coming. I was going to give birth to it. In the dull red glow of his being, the first boy came.
"His name is Hadad," the man said, placing a large, infant boy with a lot of hair and, I swear, a hint of beard, on the bare concrete. Hadad looked like a three month old they use as newborns on TV. He didn't cry. He hardly seemed to breathe as his dark eyes roamed the darkness. His light resembled the man's, a less intense red.
I felt another contraction, and winced.
"She comes next," the man said.
I felt so weak. "Who are you?" I asked him.
At last, he smiled and I wished he hadn't. It made me feel small, insignificant, and beneath his concern. "You know who I am," he said. "I'm your husband."
Pain wracked my entire body. Something didn't feel right. The birth of Cara and Ella had been without difficulty.
"Push," my "husband" ordered. "She is upset with you, and will kill you if you don't get her out now."
"It has to be a nightmare," I told him. Sweat poured in streams down my face. The unborn "she" in question writhed and damaged my insides. I screamed. I couldn't help it.
"Push!"
I obeyed and the second boy spilled onto the bare concrete, coated in blood and dust.
"It's a boy," I said.
The man looked displeased. "The body is male. She is Hebat. No wonder she is angry." Like the other infant, Hebat appeared aware of her surroundings and had far too much motor control for a newborn. The light pouring from her body was dull silver. Her eye sockets were two pits of concentrated despair. I had to look away.
The babies were pressed into my arms.
The man stretched out beside me. "Open your eyes and smile." I resisted. "Do it. Now." What choice did I have? The flash from his cell blinded me. They were all gone by the time my sight recovered. Only the sweat remained as evidence of the ordeal.
It had to have been a hallucination. Some very bad food poisoning maybe. The source could be as simple as an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. I had been stress eating since we'd moved in. I stood up and took some comfort in a Charles Dickens' reference.
"More of gravy than of grave about you," I said. My words seemed consumed by the dreadful weight of the air. "Whatever you are."
Whatever you are: something bad in any case. At best, I'd hallucinated prolonged and traumatic labour and needed medical attention. Yet, when I limped up the basement stairs, all thoughts of waking George vanished. There on the kitchen island sat a propped frame containing the photograph taken only moments ago.
The man looked happy. Only Hadad appeared in this picture, which meant another one was somewhere. I didn't panic. I worried more about what George would think if he saw the photos. I had to find them all.
Hebat and his father and I were mounted in a dark wood frame by the master bedroom. It'd be the first thing anyone saw if they woke up. I plucked it off the wall and, together with the first photo, tucked it under some blankets in the dresser we'd shoved in the small walk-in closet.
You might not believe this, but I went straight to sleep after. I climbed under the blanket in my sweaty pajamas, shut my eyes, and didn't have enough time to deny what had happened. I was unconscious until morning.
George placed a coffee on my nightstand. That's what I remember. He rubbed my feet while I slowly awoke. The girls were watching TV downstairs, munching on apple slices. There was forty minutes still before we had to seriously consider getting ready to take Cara to school.
George would drop her off on his way to work downtown. He chose his hours and always chose convenience for his wife and kids. Ella and I planned to spend the morning gardening. Then we would nap much of the afternoon away until George and Cara returned. A life so perfect is so very rare.
I didn't want to spoil things with a very convincing nightmare. Besides, I felt fine. Not so good that I wanted to look in the dresser to see if those photos really were there, but not ill. So I remained silent again.
November started fine. Idyllic days and nights filled with laughter and joy and television. Just as I started to believe in the dream we'd made, they came again.
The wail of a child's hunger is a powerful call for a parent. When it's a chorus, even of two, it cannot be ignored. Only I awoke to Hadad and Hebat's cries for their "mother" from the basement.
Half asleep, I drifted into the kitchen and searched for their milk bottles. When no bottles could be found, I remembered they were newborns. Milk swelled in my breasts and made my nipples ache. Just like when Cara or Ella would awaken in the night. It was a relief to feed them.
But what the fuck was I doing?
I was acting like the man in the basement and the devil babies were mine. It'd been less than a week since Halloween and that horrible nightmare illusion. I had already taken on the beleaguered newborn mother role without question.
Their cries intensified and flayed the weak resistance of exhausted reasoning.
Don't wake George. Don't wake my babies, my real babies.
"What took you so long?" the man critized, his voice monotone, the question unrhetorical.
"I… was sleeping. I went to the fridge first." Under his severe gaze, I stopped in the midst of the dark room. Hadad had quieted. Hebat cooed as if laughing at her own joke. I couldn't see them because the lights were off. They liked the dark better. Somehow I knew that about them and him.
"You should sleep down here," he said. "A mother should always be close to her babies."
The statement was nonsense but not altogether wrong. I wanted to be close to my babies, the daughters sleeping in bliss upstairs, away from the evil fermentation in the basement.
"Kirsty," he said. "Are you listening?" His hand touched the small of my back. The gentleness surprised me. I squawked and flinched away. "What’s wrong with you? They're hungry." He pressed on my shoulders until I sat on the cold floor.
They came from the shadows, already walking. I wanted to go, but I knew he wouldn't allow it. He pulled my cat t-shirt off over my head and their fierce mouths suckled, relieving the pressure of excess breast milk quickly. It felt physically good and psychologically alien.
I looked down at them once and immediately regretted it. Their emanated light had intensified to a point where perception of them hurt.
Each time I blinked my eyes were drawn to some isolated part of their bodies. The vision got closer to the point of disgust. Everything is gross if you're close enough. There is no beauty under a microscope. If you think there is then you're not using the right magnification.
Hebat's eye drew me in. At first, I saw the dark sphere, and then the strands of her eyelashes. Her gravity kept pulling until the creatures that live in eyelashes were revealed: Demodex folliculorum. I looked the microscopic horrors up.
The babies had more parasites than any child should. They wanted to show me and could somehow do so.
I asked him about it. "Why are they showing me these worms?"
He smiled, contemptuously as usual. "Trying to impress mother. Neither of them understand your horror and insignificance. You are the ant who knows they're an ant. Lucky you. They think you will be proud of the life their corporeal forms produce and host. Give them a few hours. It will pass."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm not sure what you mean. We're married. Now, prepare to smile." His cell reappeared and I noted the lack of features; it might have been a singed rectangle of spent firewood. He frowned when I failed to smile. "Smile, Kirsty. These are your children."
I managed to stave off the tears and hold the babies close. The smile was more difficult. In the inevitable aftermath of their sudden disappearance, the frames depicted an exhausted, wrinkly woman smiling painfully. It took a second to recognize myself.
The things in the basement sapped my strength. I looked dehydrated, beleaguered. The scale in the bathroom said I'd dropped six pounds. I'd weighed myself the morning before.
"Whoa, you've lost weight," George noted, thinking I'd be pleased. "This place has been so good for us, eh?'
To produce another smile proved as draining as the previous night. "Y-yes," I stuttered too late for him to ignore.
"Hey," he said, touching my forearm.
I flinched.
"Whoa, you okay? What's wrong?"
I should have told him. "Nothing. Bad sleep. A nightmare. I'll be fine."
A lie is an agreement. George wanted to agree, I think. He wanted life to be fine because he was happy for once. We struggled so hard before we came to Bridal Veil Lake. It was supposed to be our dream.
Guilty if I told him the truth. Guilty because I didn't. I began to resent his happiness, though he had done nothing but be the wonderful man he'd always been.
To Cara and Ella I became a body in motion, No brain left to guide them away from harm or answer their questions about nature and the universe.
"I don't know." That's what I told them often.
So they began to treat me like a kind of butler.
"Can I have some juice, please?"
"Sure, sweetheart."
"Mommy, can I have a snack?"
"Of course." And I'd run off to fetch it.
"Cookies."
"Yes, dear."
When Christmas came, I had two and they induced the same level of joy. Visiting the basement to feed and nurture Hebat and Hadad became a nightly occurrence. I'd learned to awaken, if I could get to sleep at all, and go quietly.
He berated me severely if I missed a night, and there were subtle threats made casually.
"I may have to squash you yet," he said, his tone as deep and cold as always.
"It won't happen again," I promised. "They’re getting big." In fact, they were no longer infants. Both had grown to the approximate age of six or seven in a few months. Still, they never spoke. Their dark eyes watched me as they ate food from the kitchen upstairs, food I'd hidden from my family.
"More meat," the man demanded.
"Of course." And I ran to the freezer and gave them frozen sausages in the package. They never complained or demanded the food be prepared a different way. No objections from my "husband" either.
Hebat tore the styrofoam and plastic wrap away and flattened the row of sausages stuck together between powerful molars. Hadad contented itself with licking them like a popsicle.
I'd stay until the photo. Then they'd release me by vanishing. Always with an exhausted breath, I'd trudge up the stairs and search for the frames and hide them in the same place.
They only smiled in the pictures. At no other time did they express any kind of emotion unless indifference counts.
My own children and husband weren't doing much better. Their concerns about my fatigue and ruminating slowly ceased as I repeated the excuse: I’m just tired. It'll pass.
Of course, I did not know when the nightmare would stop.
"When will it end?" I asked him one night, while Hebat and Hadad exercised like they had a mission.
"What do you mean?" he said.
I was surprised he answered. He usually didn't. "This. This. When can I go back to normal and not come down every night? I'm so very tired."
He frowned and I thought some punishment must be coming. Instead, he looked more confused. "I don't understand. You aren't happy? Your children grow into power and strength and will take their place in the world. They will be great and you - you, of all the tiny things, made that happen. Ask yourself what you want out of life, and see if Hebat and Haddad aren't your answer."
Too many words, all at once, for an exhausted mother. I didn't speak for the rest of the night. The infernal trio vanished, and the latter moments of the ritual I carried out with his challenge in mind.
I want my children to be strong, happy, and safe.
"Juice," Cara demanded the next morning, a Saturday, while she watched cartoons.
"Get it yourself!" I hissed, from tired to angry in a second.
"But I can't," Cara accurately pointed out. She didn't look away from the TV. Looking at me wasn't safe, and she knew it. Her and Ella held hands and sat a little straighter. It broke my heart. What had I done?
George came downstairs, attracted by my shouting. "What’s going on?"
Empathy became sadness, and the constant burden rekindled to anger swiftly. "Just children treating me like a servant."
He smiled. "Ah, yes, and how are the royal princesses this morning?"
His levity irked me. "You would know if you didn't sleep in so much."
The smile vanished from his face, and instead of the fight I seemed to want, he mumbled a quiet apology and joined the girls. They climbed onto him as he wrapped them into a cuddle.
"What are we watching?" George restarted his smile, his calm, for the girls. I hated myself. It had to end. Tonight.
After another dreary day of going through the motions, and the girls and George had fallen asleep, I went to the kitchen and chose the knife I thought sharpest.
"Kirsty," he said, his voice a whisper rising from the depths of the house.
"Coming," I whispered back.
"Mom," said another voice, a girl's, and I knew that Hebat had, at last, found herself and the wholeness of her being had been corrected.
I started to cry. I went downstairs and there she was with her brother and her father. He looked tired but some of the grimness had cracked to allow the first real contentment I've ever seen him express.
"Is that for the cake?" he asked. "We already have one."
I remembered the sharp knife. "Meat," I said. "There’s ham in the freezer."
He nodded, seeming to accept the answer.
"Mom," Hebat said, "Do you think I'm…" She gestured to herself, her face, and her body, and I understood the question, born from doubt and a desire to be validated.
I pulled her close. "You are the most beautiful girl in the whole world." We cried together. Hadad cut into a poorly made, asymmetrical cake by the light of his aura. No one cared that he did so on the floor. I brought out the ham from the fridge and we ate slices with our hands.
"It's almost done," he said. "They’re nearly grown. They are strong, and they are happy. You've done a good job, Kirsty." He watched our children fight to smear icing on each other's faces. "I'm sorry if I was mean. Or cold. I've never done this before." And he meant raising children. "It was the hardest, scariest thing anyone can try. I shouldn't have blamed you for… Hebat… It wasn't your fault."
Before I could pat his hand, he and the kids vanished. Darkness so familiar couldn't extinguish a new fear. I went upstairs and found the last frame. I held my daughter in the photo, my beautiful Hebat. He must have taken the photo without my notice.
I took it upstairs but couldn't bring myself to hide it.
I didn't see that one, George wrote into the document.
I forgot he was watching.
He typed again: Are you saying there is something in the basement?
Yes, I replied.
He stirred in the living room. I hadn't moved from the stairs, but I could tell by his stomping how angry he'd become. All of his negative, violent traits he saved for those in the world who would harm his family. George the Protector was fearsome to behold.
But he had no chance against my other husband.
"Come out! Come out you coward!" George bellowed. At first, nothing happened. The moment before calamity, even when the specific consequences aren't known, is still in slow motion. He carried on shouting. The girls rushed into the hall and didn’t hesitate to investigate.
"No!" I shouted. "Cara! Ella!"
Their feet padded down the steps. A violent commotion followed, screams and raging voices, both deep and childishly shrill.
The most unsettling quiet followed.
I chewed through the fear and the horror tearing me apart and finally moved.
No evidence of violence could be seen from the top of the stairs. The concrete looked bare and dusty and the light revealed nothing more. They were gone, all of them.
"Hebat," I whispered. "Cara? George?"
Him, I thought of, the nameless husband and felt no hint of his presence. He'd always been there. I know that now. It had nothing to do with the house. His absence was felt more than his insidious presence. Yet, I felt no relief. George and the girls were gone. I sat on the floor and cried for all my missing children.
When I finally emerged from the basement, the whole house had been filled with night. Their photos were everywhere. The others were upstairs. I gathered them on the kitchen island. How could I explain any of this to the police?
I needed help. I called my parents. It took twenty minutes before my father picked up.
"Kirsty? What's wrong?"
"Dad," I whimpered. "George is gone. Cara. Ella."
"What? What did you say?"
"They’re gone, dad. George. The girls are gone."
I heard his bed springs protest as he rolled out of bed. My mom said something I couldn't hear, and he shushed her.
"Kirsty," he said, "are you alright? Are you hurt? Are you in danger?"
Why was it so hard to understand? "Dad. George is gone."
"Kirsty, who the hell is George?"
It was my turn to be confused. "He's my- you know him. My husband…"
"Kirsty," he said very slowly, "are you on drugs? Did you take something?"
"No. Are you?"
"Excuse me?"
I hung up.
I have their photos. I have all of their photos. That's what I brought to George's parents before the sun rose. They wouldn't open the door and spoke to me through an intercom.
"George is gone," I said.
"We'll call the police."
"This is your son. These are your granddaughters."
I heard my mother-in-law say, "Who is she?"
"We don't have a son," my father-in-law said. "Go away."
I left.
Back to the house. Our dream sat empty and I live there, but none of the people in my family photos are my family.
I remember but the world never does. My parents think I'm ill and that I used AI to create the family I apparently never had.
How did I buy the house without a job or income? With deep concern for my mental health, they showed me a news story. I had won the lottery the day I turned eighteen.
His influence there, payment for services rendered.
A lie is an agreement.
What had I agreed to? I'm afraid I know the answer: I never wanted a family.
God help me. God help them.
I don't know what to do with these pictures.
2024.05.19 15:53 Gazooonga [Diary of a Press-Ganged Saurian] #1
Just another fun little story idea I had. I am still working on Humans are the violent ones but I like to bounce around and experiment with ideas to see what I really like. I also suck at writing more casual stories, as they give me severe writer's block as I try to map out how to make a scene feel genuine in my head, but I promise I'll update that soon. If you like this story and want to see more, then like and comment. I'll gladly continue this series as well.
Start of Personal Log
Humans don't like being told what to do. They don't like being commanded, put in their place, or snubbed. It was an inexorable, inalienable trait of humans, at least any noteable humans, to go against any authority that they believed was against their interests.
Humanity would not fit amongst the stars. Few ever did. It was a trait of most successful species to be willful, ambitious, and to desire more. But once they reached the stars the new (and simultaneously very old) pecking order either quashed any spirit such species had or simply eradicated them. Countless tomb worlds and diaspora served as painful reminders of what became of the nails that chose to stick out. The hammer of order would always strike. There could be no compromise, the very soul of the authority that held the Jurisdiction together relied on a show of unmatched power, or at least the illusion of item.
In reality, the Jurisdiction was an old, fat, and lazy beast. It filled its belly on the corpses of empires far and wide, and sated its bloodlust on the shattered dreams of hopeful cubs. It had every right to, for none could challenge it: there were no new frontiers to explore, nor were there any other enemies to conquer. The Milky Way, as humans had so strangely dubbed our cradle galaxy, as well as Andromeda, had long since been warred over and settled for millennia before humanity had arrived, bright-eyed and with familiar yet otherwise foolish dreams of cooperation and prosperity. The Jurisdiction did not cooperate, nor did it ensure prosperity. Oh, it claimed it did, but in reality it simply took. The rest was just the peace that came with not being the direct target of the biggest fish in the pond. The humans didn't like that, but they had no choice.
Slavery was a common tribute. The Jurisdiction had no use for other resources: it simply took. No, it wanted those who could facilitate that unequal exchange, those raised in a world where the only morality was the one set by your lord. The Jurisdiction was held together by expectations, obligations, and dury more than any kind of shared dream, so when you were ordered to take you did so without question. Humanity was new: they had no niche or value that set them apart, but they had a penchant for killing and taking, so the Jurisdiction gave them a taste of how the galaxy worked. They killed and they took. The humans didn't like that, but what choice did they have?
Humans were strange. They learned, but not in the way most species learned. Most species learned to adapt in a passive way, to adhere to the world around them. They flowed like water, moving past and around obstacles and confirming to the boxes they were assigned too. Humans didn't confirm, nor did they adapt: they made their circumstances fit their desires. They would not move around obstacles, but rather smash through them, and they refused to stay in one box for too long. The Jurisdiction merely saw them as a particularly loud nuisance, but those who faced their wrath knew better.
It is said that when a beast seeks to make an example, it shall humble its rival by killing it's cubs. Children were one of those universal constants that brought entire communities together: the Sok’klar saw their hatchlings as gifts, shaped by the fruitful currents of the universe in perfect harmony. The Yarrack saw each and every newborn whelp as an uncut gemstone, ready to be shaped into something magical. Humanity oftentimes referred to their offspring as angels, or spirits of unbridled good sent by the gods themselves. Children were seen by most of the galaxy as gifts.
The Jurisdiction saw them as a lever to inflict suffering. It had become quite effective at enacting psychological punishments on those that stood up and spoke out. You dare to disobey? You believe you can speak out? Your gifts shall be taken from you, and you shall be without joy.
Humans didn't like this, but the Jurisdiction would have their pound of flesh, and humankind would kneel. And they did. But humans were patient creatures: most species who retained that trait of willful spit also lacked patience.
I had long since become desensitized to the Jurisdiction’s actions: it was simply how the universe worked now, as if it were a constant akin to gravity. Cruelty was the unspoken rule of this seemingly unending age, where our lives never appeared to move forward or backwards, only lay dormant. The Jurisdiction had been the unyielding authority that ruled the galaxy for thousands of years, venerable yet feared all the same.
And for the longest time I was just another cog in its wheel. My name is Kalnuracht Sedjuur-Noumar VII, and was the scion of the noble house Sedjuur-Noumar. I was born into what most would describe as veiled apathy, living a life that could be attributed to the privileged class of feared scribes that enacted the will of those above. I was an administrator and nothing more. And now I am doomed to be far less than that in the eyes of my former constituents within the endless administration. I am the only scion, as is tradition, and without an heir I am the last of my house, our name to be scrubbed from the records, worthless, meaningless, and forgotten.
I am merely Kalnuracht, nothing else and nothing more. I have seen from their eyes, the eyes of the downtrodden, and it makes my crimes of association with the Jurisdiction feel all the more damning on my worthless soul. I am worthless to the world, and this is my story.
End Personal Log #1
Start of Neural Lace Narrative Log #1
They came from the black like carrion birds in the night, encircling our convoy as if it were a dying animal ready to be picked clean without remorse. There was no warning, no list of demands sent out as civilized peoples did, nor was there either any requirement for unconditional surrender nor chance to parlay, as was done so under letter of marque: this was an unmistakable call for violence and nothing else. They sought to reduce us to slag and scavenge the rest.
So, as one would expect, the entire bridge of the ship was nearing a panicked state. This was not the actions of those practicing civility, but rather the common behaviors of despoiling barbarians, the kind that tore their way through the dark reaches of the galaxy as if they owned it.
“Wayfinder, what do your probes see?” Shouted the ship’s sovereign. He was an older Kar’Rowmach, an amphibious cephalopod species with a venerable history within the Jurisdiction going back thousands of years. Normally one such as him would be above me if it weren't for the fact that I was under the authority of the Jurisdiction’s seal of office. He didn't like me very much, but most of his kind shared the same sentiment.
“All dark, honorable Sovereign: the sensor arrays are wailing but the feedback we're reviewing is beyond incomprehensible,” the wayfinder replied with a certain restrained temper in his voice. The Sok'klar wayfinder swayed gently, his tentacled limbs grasping different metallo-liquid braille output arrays, the liquid gallium flexing and reshaping unnaturally to allow him to to take in multiple different sources of sensory output at once, with the primary navigation computer plugged into the cybernetics surrounding his opaque, gelatinous head and plugging directly into his tube-shaped brain.
The Sovereign cursed in Loskat and pointed to his bridge crew while I simply sat in the back, near the Sovereign’s symbolic throne. “Prepare countermeasures and spool up the warp drive, we cannot allow the amanuensis to be taken! He carries sensitive information that only he can translate and transcribe!”
As the bridge crew nodded and began fiddling with their own systems, I preened my feathered hide anxiously. I wasn't a fighter: us nobles of the cloth were the educated minority above all else, not those who waged war or partook in hard labor. Special cybernetics in my brain allowed me to translate triple-encoded messages that usually took a ducal signet codekey or above to parse, but even without that I was a skilled mathematician and logician. I had terabytes worth of knowledge stored within the hardware installed in my head, all well protected of course, but if I were to die it would still be a waste. I could only imagine the damage any malcontenders could do with it if they were able to get their filthy hands on me.
Suddenly, the ship rocked, and the gallium overhead display began to form crescendos like I'd never seen before. “Sovereign, decks A-3 through C-12 are venting atmosphere and our coolant systems have been obliterated,” the Wayfinder spoke in an almost serene voice, as if he was completely unconcerned by current events. I knew they were simply incapable of tonal displays, but it was unnerving nonetheless. “Once we jump, we will not be able to risk another until the vacuum of the void can reduce temperatures to acceptable levels within the plasma capacitors.”
“Damn them,” the armored nautiloid hissed, his barbed feelers coiling in frustration, “May the currents take them. What are our options? what can we see? This fleet cannot fall to the void today, not with such vital cargo.” My hackles rose lightly at the Kar’Rowmach referred to me as some object rather than an esteemed amanuensis of the Jurisdiction, but I bit my forked tongue. Now was not the time to squabble with the sovereign over who was what and what titles I deserved, not while he was so desperately attempting to keep what semblance of order within his fleet that he had left.
I could not blame the crew for being panicked either: wars were practically mythologized now, having been long since rendered obsolete with the rise of the Jurisdiction, and that felt like an eternity ago. Now, either being levied into or joining a ducal naval force was simply another career, more akin to serving as an officer of the law rather than a fully fledged soldier. Minimal training was required, most of it being the technicals of one's duty rather than any kind of combat conditioning, so expecting a fleet to actually be prepared for a combat scenario in a universe where peace was the norm was laughable.
“We are practically blind, Sovereign,” stated the Sok'klar Wayfinder, “our probes are offline, and shipboard graviton displacement sensory arrays have been rendered unreliable at best.”
“What about the particle emission array? Has there been a spike in radioactivity where we were hit?”
The Wayfinder seemed to think for a second, his gelatinous form flexing and morphing a bit before answering. “Affirmative, a jump from negligible to forty billion becquerels along decks A through E-5 on our starboard side.”
“Torpedoes…” the Sovereign hissed, stroking his barbed feelers, “Human Torpedoes. Only those primitives would rely on crude nuclear warheads.” He then turned to his militant leaders on the ship. “Noddos, Rel’ads: organize your phalanxes and prepare to repel boarders. We are bound to be assailed by those rancorous primates, and I want their skulls piled at my feet if they dare set foot on our ship.”
“Your wish is our command, Sovereign,” the two militant commanders spoke as one. Noddos, a large bipedal with multiple sets of curved spines running down his back, a pair of graceful horns sprouting from his head, and multiple rows of sharp teeth in his snout, bowed first, followed by Rel’ads, a marsupial with long saberteeth and thick fur. They both must have been fierce warriors in their own right to each lead a phalanx. They wore thick, semi-powered armor and held dueling polearms alongside their usual plasma casters, and seemed completely unfazed by the situation we were in. As they stomped out of the brightly lit bridge, I let out a quiet squawk of discontentment. “Sovereign, why haven't we jumped again? We are wasting precious time.”
“I am working on it, you spineless beaurocrat!” He warbled back, his feelers tensing in anger, “besides, it's not as if you're the one who will be spilling blood today, amanuensis, so flatten your wretched beak or I shall weld it shut with a plasma torch.
I was about to reply with something indignant, but the ship rocked again, this time causing the lights to flicker and the air to become… thick. The skin under my feathers began to blister, and I became lightheaded and confused. “Seal the damnable vents, initiate radiation scrubbers, and activate secondary life support!” Shouted the Sovereign, “Their nuclear weapons are rendering the ship inhospitable!”
I coughed up magenta blood accidentally, and I could feel more seeping from under my eyes. Some of the crew was in a similar position, but others were more resistant to radiation than I. The Sok'klar seemed completely at ease as he ran his tentacles across his morphic braille arrays before calmly announcing the ship’s status. “I've regained some control over our probes: ten, twelve, and seventeen are active and fully functional, the rest are either still malfunctioning or permanently inoperable. A rapid rise in localized radiation is also interfering with the detection of graviton displacement; we can't sense photon redirection, thus readings will remain inconclusive.
“Wayfinder, damn you, get me some kind of out here! We're easy prey until we can respond in kind!”
“Negative, something has gone awry with our processing hub, I am attempting to troubleshoot-”
And with that, the Wayfinder’s bulbous head exploded in a cascade of opaque lavender blood, covering the front half of the deck crew like a morbid art piece. Some of the crew screamed and shouted in terror before removing their cranial adaptors and choosing to interact with their displays manually. Others died just as quickly, unable to unplug in time as their brain stems fried or their blood boiled. It was a horrible way to go, having your insides neutralized by your own cybernetics, so I was glad I wasn't connected to the system.
“Cybernetic warfare! All systems are to be considered compromised, switch to manual settings or you'll be killed!”
The lights in the bridge flickered again, and the displays went haywire. The bridge crew, which obviously weren't acquainted with working without being hard-linked into the mainframe, moved at a much slower pace.
“Launch missile pods A through F and set to self-target after five hundred kilometers, then rely on their ballistic coordinates to begin firing broadsides! If we can't see the humans due to their meddling, we'll just have to feel them.” Shouted the Sovereign, “and got me a detailed report on the ship’s diagnostics readings. I need to know if this flagship is still capable of escaping or if we'll have to scuttle it and retreat on another.”
“Acknowledged, Sovereign, launching now,” affirmed another deck officer as he swiped across his own gallium output array. I could hear the dull thunk, thunk, thunk of missiles pushing out of their pods before racing off to their intended targets, then the mechanical whirring as the pods rotated to be reloaded by slaves in the lower decks. I was regaining my bearings as the many horrible sensations of being overwhelmed by radiation poisoning were beginning to subside, but I still felt as if I had been microwaved. The air was stale, the crew was horribly sick as well, and even the sovereign himself seemed to be on his last leg. I was beginning to believe that I might die here.
“Sovereign, a message from the lower decks,” shouted a communications officer, his chitin scraping against itself as he turned quickly, “they're requesting reinforcements, something about being overrun.”
“Impossible,” the Sovereign hissed out in a vain attempt to exude confidence, “We must outnumber the humans, they always go for bigger targets out of arrogance.”
“I've received reports that it's not just humans: the primates seem to make up only a third or so of the assailing force, along with some Phaeldaer and Vrex.”
The commander slammed his clawed hands down on his own output array in a fit of rage, obviously overwhelmed by the circumstances, “Then this wasn't just a typical assault, but something more sinister!” The nautiloid warbled, blood seeping from his shell as the full effects of the radiation took hold, “Get Rel’ads on the line, have him divert all spare lances to the lower decks or else we'll lose the only offensive capabilities we can use.”
“Rel'ads has gone dark, Sovereign, his vitals are critical.”
“Then either get me Rel'ads tail-leader or get me Noddos!” He screamed in rage, “don't give me this nonsense! If we don't pick it up we're all going to die, is that what you want?”
“No, Sovereign, I'm simply overwhelmed-”
“We're all overwhelmed! By the tides, I'm dying of radiation poisoning you nincompoop! Get me something I can work with!”
The officer didn't even acknowledge the Sovereign after that, simply turning back to his display. Eventually, the Sovereign was able to get Noddos on the line.
“Sovereign, two thirds of my phalanxes have been decimated by combat with the primitives and the radiation, the rest are in shambles. We must retreat and fortify elsewhere!”
“Then the ship is compromised! Rel'ads is unresponsive and the lower decks are swarming with intruders. We must evacuate the amanuensis to another ship.”
Just as the Sovereign spoke, I heard several gentle thumps rattle against the bridge’s door, and it made me uneasy. Some of the bridge crew seemed to feel the same, as they looked incredibly nervous and some even drew their sidearms. Just as the sovereign turned to give further orders, the door blew inward with a deafening explosion, followed by shouting and gunfire. Several of the bridge officers were dispatched quickly, brain matter and blood splattering against the delicate electronics. Others were shot in the legs, the torso, or in any other exotic yet non-vital body parts. The humans poured in, brandishing primitive ballistic firearms and jury-rigged energy weapons while wearing scavenged, legion-grade powered armor.
The Sovereign was the next to go, but he wasn't afforded an honorable death. He was shot along the arm with a particularly potent plasma caster, burning off his clawed hand and cauterizing the wound, the acrid smell of roasting chitin filling the already hot and cramped bridge. He fell back against his output array, the gallium reaching new highs and lows as more diagnostics and casualty reports were delivered, and he clutched his stump angrily. “I'll burn every last one of you in the foundries! I'll tie you to stakes, cover you in wax and set you alight! Your screams will be broadcasted all over the galaxy!”
One human warrior stomped up and slammed the butt of his rifle into the sovereign’s face, shattering his facial plates and causing blue blood to splatter across his section of the bridge. “Shut the fuck up, you mutant lobster,” the human said before dragging him by both antennae towards the center of the bridge and receiving a stained breeching axe from one of his comrades. “Emmanuel, start recording. We need proof.”
The other human nodded and pressed a button on his armor before lifting up his gun again. The rest of the humans fanned out, holding everyone else at gunpoint. I tried to get up and sneak out, but a human grabbed me by my neck and nearly wrung it out as he forced me to my knees and pointed a sidearm to my skull. “Get down, you piece of shit, before I blow your brains out too.”
“Damnable primate,” I hissed, but he bashed me in my skull with the base of his sidearm’s grip and sent me sprawling, making my already pounding headache worse. Another human shouted at him in a language I didn't recognize, but he sounded furious. The first brought me back up to my knees again, and I complies with a hiss and a groan, blood still leaking from my eyes and mouth and my world was spinning.
The Sovereign struggled, but he was weak from the radiation poisoning and he couldn't exactly resist on account of his lost arm. The human with the breaching ax kicked the Sovereign down and forced him to kneel before lifting up the breeching ax and splitting his chitinous head down the middle with one powerful swing, sending more blood and brains across the floor. “Execution confirmed, take his antennae just in case and we've got ourselves a bounty. Now all we need is that ugly cat’s teeth and the fat hedgehog-thing’s grimy spines and we'll be in business. Although, they do have skulls… we might as well just take their heads.”
The real horror of the situation dawned on me at that moment: they were going to kill us all, or maybe worse. They mentioned a bounty for the commanders, and multiple of the higher ranking ship officers were already dead, their brains splattered against the walls or their bodies torn apart by gunfire. I wasn't dead yet, but that didn't mean much since I wasn't an immediate threat.
“Alright, round them up and bring all the grunts to the hanger bay, then kill the rest,” the leader of the humans said in such a lackadaisical manner that his complete disregard for life almost made me sick… almost. I had seen worse from the Jurisdiction before, but usually that was from me delivering some kind of ordered judgment on a world that had sinned against order. I might have simply been the messenger, but I had seen many of the outcomes. “And make sure to collect whatever proof of bounties you can, we'll need to deliver them to the office to get cashed out. Don't let this be a repeat of last time where Juarez fucking forgot to take a few heads and it ended up cutting our profits in half, the fucking retard.”
Some of the humans chuckled at that as they dragged more of the senior officers away, out of the room and into the hall,where I heard gunshots. The rest of the bridge crew froze in place, different fear instincts kicking in. The remaining Sok'klar corralled together into what seemed to be a singular, semi-congealed mass as if to try and trick the humans into believing that they were much bigger and much more threatening than they actually were. The one Thei’chi on the bridge, an ensign who had clearly thought this would be a simple mission, bore her curved fangs at the humans and growled as they approached, her hackles completely vertical and her eyes dilated. They quickly muzzled and bound her before beating her over the head with a gun stock, sending her sprawling onto the ground. Many others simply cooperated, eyes wide and yet simultaneously empty, as if they couldn't quite process that the ship had been taken and the commanding officers were being executed as the rest were escorted to the hangar.
“Get the damn messenger down to the hanger as well, we need whatever data's in his ugly lizard head, then we can decide on what to do with him.”
I spat at him in spite, as if to try and seem brave, but it was clearly an empty gesture. “You won't get anything, primate! You couldn't possibly crack the encryption!”
The human holding me seemed to wind up for another swing, but the commanding officer simply held up his hand to stop my tormentor before strolling over to me. He knelt down and removed his helmet, revealing a beige-colored face covered in scars, wiry black hair cut down to the scalp, and multiple tattoos. “You're really fucking mouthy for a hostage,” he said before punching me across my beak faster than I could register. I heard a sharp crack as his fist connected, and my head spun again as the metallic taste of blood pooled into my mouth. “I'd advise you to shut up, but I'm sure you won't listen: you aristocratic types are so full of yourselves. Maybe I should have you flogged in the public square until your vocal chords give out once we rip those cybernetics from your head, huh? How's that sound?”
“It won't matter… it won't change anything… the Jurisdiction will hunt you down.”
“Maybe, but I doubt it will happen for some time: they really suck at doing anything that requires effort, even when they're mad enough. They just keep sending their rabid lapdogs to try and smoke us out, and they always end up full of holes,” the human officer said with a smirk, his yellowish-white teeth and green eyes sending shivers down my spine as he drew his knife. “They're just horrible at their job, you know? You've all gotten so lazy and incompetent after being able to just take what you want without resistance, and now that you've met people who are angry and crazy enough to fight back you act as if we're committing some grave injustice,” he placed the knife against my throat, the flat just underneath my now bent beak, “No, we just took a few pages out of your book, ‘cept we've got standards. No kids, for one…” he seemed to look off into the distance as his sneer deepened, “but it's more than that, we don't attack the defenseless in general and we still win against you all in fair fights.”
I went to say something else snarky, but he quickly grabbed my thin tongue with his fingers and yanked it out, blood from my mouth pulling to the floor as he held the blade of his knife against it. “No no, none of that. Say one more thing and I'll cut that rancid little tongue of yours out of your mouth and feed it to you,” he hissed at me, pressing the blade down just hard enough to draw blood. “Do you know what it's like to see a planet turn into a tomb?" he asked me, gritting his teeth, “Do you know what it's like to see everything you've ever known crumble to ash and glass, all the life and the green stripped away leaving nothing but bones? I do. I've seen it happen to countless worlds, and my grandfather always told me stories of how you bastards did it to Earth. He still prays in its direction five times a day, to Mecca, but he knows the Kaaba is gone now, or maybe it's still there, buried in the bones of those who sought refuge there.”
I didn't care for the human’s nonsensical beliefs, but I did care to correct him. “I've seen it before, and I'll see it again. And so will you, it's inevitable. The Jurisdiction will always have its judgment fulfilled, there is no alternative.”
“One day, I hope we can rectify that,” he said, then he sheathed his knife and slammed my head against the metal floor with enough force to nearly knock me out. As I lost consciousness, I could hear him speak. “Take him to the Chop Doc, and make sure the cybernetics don't get damaged: they're supposedly more valuable than any bounty on this ship.”
Warning: Severe radiation poisoning detected. Flush system immediately.
Warning: Neural Lace removal detected, chance of neurological damage high. Proceeded with caution.
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Start of Personal Log
Humans don't like being told what to do. They don't like being commanded, put in their place, or snubbed. It was an inexorable, inalienable trait of humans, at least any noteable humans, to go against any authority that they believed was against their interests.
Humanity would not fit amongst the stars. Few ever did. It was a trait of most successful species to be willful, ambitious, and to desire more. But once they reached the stars the new (and simultaneously very old) pecking order either quashed any spirit such species had or simply eradicated them. Countless tomb worlds and diaspora served as painful reminders of what became of the nails that chose to stick out. The hammer of order would always strike. There could be no compromise, the very soul of the authority that held the Jurisdiction together relied on a show of unmatched power, or at least the illusion of item.
In reality, the Jurisdiction was an old, fat, and lazy beast. It filled its belly on the corpses of empires far and wide, and sated its bloodlust on the shattered dreams of hopeful cubs. It had every right to, for none could challenge it: there were no new frontiers to explore, nor were there any other enemies to conquer. The Milky Way, as humans had so strangely dubbed our cradle galaxy, as well as Andromeda, had long since been warred over and settled for millennia before humanity had arrived, bright-eyed and with familiar yet otherwise foolish dreams of cooperation and prosperity. The Jurisdiction did not cooperate, nor did it ensure prosperity. Oh, it claimed it did, but in reality it simply took. The rest was just the peace that came with not being the direct target of the biggest fish in the pond. The humans didn't like that, but they had no choice.
Slavery was a common tribute. The Jurisdiction had no use for other resources: it simply took. No, it wanted those who could facilitate that unequal exchange, those raised in a world where the only morality was the one set by your lord. The Jurisdiction was held together by expectations, obligations, and dury more than any kind of shared dream, so when you were ordered to take you did so without question. Humanity was new: they had no niche or value that set them apart, but they had a penchant for killing and taking, so the Jurisdiction gave them a taste of how the galaxy worked. They killed and they took. The humans didn't like that, but what choice did they have?
Humans were strange. They learned, but not in the way most species learned. Most species learned to adapt in a passive way, to adhere to the world around them. They flowed like water, moving past and around obstacles and confirming to the boxes they were assigned too. Humans didn't confirm, nor did they adapt: they made their circumstances fit their desires. They would not move around obstacles, but rather smash through them, and they refused to stay in one box for too long. The Jurisdiction merely saw them as a particularly loud nuisance, but those who faced their wrath knew better.
It is said that when a beast seeks to make an example, it shall humble its rival by killing it's cubs. Children were one of those universal constants that brought entire communities together: the Sok’klar saw their hatchlings as gifts, shaped by the fruitful currents of the universe in perfect harmony. The Yarrack saw each and every newborn whelp as an uncut gemstone, ready to be shaped into something magical. Humanity oftentimes referred to their offspring as angels, or spirits of unbridled good sent by the gods themselves. Children were seen by most of the galaxy as gifts.
The Jurisdiction saw them as a lever to inflict suffering. It had become quite effective at enacting psychological punishments on those that stood up and spoke out. You dare to disobey? You believe you can speak out? Your gifts shall be taken from you, and you shall be without joy.
Humans didn't like this, but the Jurisdiction would have their pound of flesh, and humankind would kneel. And they did. But humans were patient creatures: most species who retained that trait of willful spit also lacked patience.
I had long since become desensitized to the Jurisdiction’s actions: it was simply how the universe worked now, as if it were a constant akin to gravity. Cruelty was the unspoken rule of this seemingly unending age, where our lives never appeared to move forward or backwards, only lay dormant. The Jurisdiction had been the unyielding authority that ruled the galaxy for thousands of years, venerable yet feared all the same.
And for the longest time I was just another cog in its wheel. My name is Kalnuracht Sedjuur-Noumar VII, and was the scion of the noble house Sedjuur-Noumar. I was born into what most would describe as veiled apathy, living a life that could be attributed to the privileged class of feared scribes that enacted the will of those above. I was an administrator and nothing more. And now I am doomed to be far less than that in the eyes of my former constituents within the endless administration. I am the only scion, as is tradition, and without an heir I am the last of my house, our name to be scrubbed from the records, worthless, meaningless, and forgotten.
I am merely Kalnuracht, nothing else and nothing more. I have seen from their eyes, the eyes of the downtrodden, and it makes my crimes of association with the Jurisdiction feel all the more damning on my worthless soul. I am worthless to the world, and this is my story.
End Personal Log #1
Start of Neural Lace Narrative Log #1
They came from the black like carrion birds in the night, encircling our convoy as if it were a dying animal ready to be picked clean without remorse. There was no warning, no list of demands sent out as civilized peoples did, nor was there either any requirement for unconditional surrender nor chance to parlay, as was done so under letter of marque: this was an unmistakable call for violence and nothing else. They sought to reduce us to slag and scavenge the rest.
So, as one would expect, the entire bridge of the ship was nearing a panicked state. This was not the actions of those practicing civility, but rather the common behaviors of despoiling barbarians, the kind that tore their way through the dark reaches of the galaxy as if they owned it.
“Wayfinder, what do your probes see?” Shouted the ship’s sovereign. He was an older Kar’Rowmach, an amphibious cephalopod species with a venerable history within the Jurisdiction going back thousands of years. Normally one such as him would be above me if it weren't for the fact that I was under the authority of the Jurisdiction’s seal of office. He didn't like me very much, but most of his kind shared the same sentiment.
“All dark, honorable Sovereign: the sensor arrays are wailing but the feedback we're reviewing is beyond incomprehensible,” the wayfinder replied with a certain restrained temper in his voice. The Sok'klar wayfinder swayed gently, his tentacled limbs grasping different metallo-liquid braille output arrays, the liquid gallium flexing and reshaping unnaturally to allow him to to take in multiple different sources of sensory output at once, with the primary navigation computer plugged into the cybernetics surrounding his opaque, gelatinous head and plugging directly into his tube-shaped brain.
The Sovereign cursed in Loskat and pointed to his bridge crew while I simply sat in the back, near the Sovereign’s symbolic throne. “Prepare countermeasures and spool up the warp drive, we cannot allow the amanuensis to be taken! He carries sensitive information that only he can translate and transcribe!”
As the bridge crew nodded and began fiddling with their own systems, I preened my feathered hide anxiously. I wasn't a fighter: us nobles of the cloth were the educated minority above all else, not those who waged war or partook in hard labor. Special cybernetics in my brain allowed me to translate triple-encoded messages that usually took a ducal signet codekey or above to parse, but even without that I was a skilled mathematician and logician. I had terabytes worth of knowledge stored within the hardware installed in my head, all well protected of course, but if I were to die it would still be a waste. I could only imagine the damage any malcontenders could do with it if they were able to get their filthy hands on me.
Suddenly, the ship rocked, and the gallium overhead display began to form crescendos like I'd never seen before. “Sovereign, decks A-3 through C-12 are venting atmosphere and our coolant systems have been obliterated,” the Wayfinder spoke in an almost serene voice, as if he was completely unconcerned by current events. I knew they were simply incapable of tonal displays, but it was unnerving nonetheless. “Once we jump, we will not be able to risk another until the vacuum of the void can reduce temperatures to acceptable levels within the plasma capacitors.”
“Damn them,” the armored nautiloid hissed, his barbed feelers coiling in frustration, “May the currents take them. What are our options? what can we see? This fleet cannot fall to the void today, not with such vital cargo.” My hackles rose lightly at the Kar’Rowmach referred to me as some object rather than an esteemed amanuensis of the Jurisdiction, but I bit my forked tongue. Now was not the time to squabble with the sovereign over who was what and what titles I deserved, not while he was so desperately attempting to keep what semblance of order within his fleet that he had left.
I could not blame the crew for being panicked either: wars were practically mythologized now, having been long since rendered obsolete with the rise of the Jurisdiction, and that felt like an eternity ago. Now, either being levied into or joining a ducal naval force was simply another career, more akin to serving as an officer of the law rather than a fully fledged soldier. Minimal training was required, most of it being the technicals of one's duty rather than any kind of combat conditioning, so expecting a fleet to actually be prepared for a combat scenario in a universe where peace was the norm was laughable.
“We are practically blind, Sovereign,” stated the Sok'klar Wayfinder, “our probes are offline, and shipboard graviton displacement sensory arrays have been rendered unreliable at best.”
“What about the particle emission array? Has there been a spike in radioactivity where we were hit?”
The Wayfinder seemed to think for a second, his gelatinous form flexing and morphing a bit before answering. “Affirmative, a jump from negligible to forty billion becquerels along decks A through E-5 on our starboard side.”
“Torpedoes…” the Sovereign hissed, stroking his barbed feelers, “Human Torpedoes. Only those primitives would rely on crude nuclear warheads.” He then turned to his militant leaders on the ship. “Noddos, Rel’ads: organize your phalanxes and prepare to repel boarders. We are bound to be assailed by those rancorous primates, and I want their skulls piled at my feet if they dare set foot on our ship.”
“Your wish is our command, Sovereign,” the two militant commanders spoke as one. Noddos, a large bipedal with multiple sets of curved spines running down his back, a pair of graceful horns sprouting from his head, and multiple rows of sharp teeth in his snout, bowed first, followed by Rel’ads, a marsupial with long saberteeth and thick fur. They both must have been fierce warriors in their own right to each lead a phalanx. They wore thick, semi-powered armor and held dueling polearms alongside their usual plasma casters, and seemed completely unfazed by the situation we were in. As they stomped out of the brightly lit bridge, I let out a quiet squawk of discontentment. “Sovereign, why haven't we jumped again? We are wasting precious time.”
“I am working on it, you spineless beaurocrat!” He warbled back, his feelers tensing in anger, “besides, it's not as if you're the one who will be spilling blood today, amanuensis, so flatten your wretched beak or I shall weld it shut with a plasma torch.
I was about to reply with something indignant, but the ship rocked again, this time causing the lights to flicker and the air to become… thick. The skin under my feathers began to blister, and I became lightheaded and confused. “Seal the damnable vents, initiate radiation scrubbers, and activate secondary life support!” Shouted the Sovereign, “Their nuclear weapons are rendering the ship inhospitable!”
I coughed up magenta blood accidentally, and I could feel more seeping from under my eyes. Some of the crew was in a similar position, but others were more resistant to radiation than I. The Sok'klar seemed completely at ease as he ran his tentacles across his morphic braille arrays before calmly announcing the ship’s status. “I've regained some control over our probes: ten, twelve, and seventeen are active and fully functional, the rest are either still malfunctioning or permanently inoperable. A rapid rise in localized radiation is also interfering with the detection of graviton displacement; we can't sense photon redirection, thus readings will remain inconclusive.
“Wayfinder, damn you, get me some kind of out here! We're easy prey until we can respond in kind!”
“Negative, something has gone awry with our processing hub, I am attempting to troubleshoot-”
And with that, the Wayfinder’s bulbous head exploded in a cascade of opaque lavender blood, covering the front half of the deck crew like a morbid art piece. Some of the crew screamed and shouted in terror before removing their cranial adaptors and choosing to interact with their displays manually. Others died just as quickly, unable to unplug in time as their brain stems fried or their blood boiled. It was a horrible way to go, having your insides neutralized by your own cybernetics, so I was glad I wasn't connected to the system.
“Cybernetic warfare! All systems are to be considered compromised, switch to manual settings or you'll be killed!”
The lights in the bridge flickered again, and the displays went haywire. The bridge crew, which obviously weren't acquainted with working without being hard-linked into the mainframe, moved at a much slower pace.
“Launch missile pods A through F and set to self-target after five hundred kilometers, then rely on their ballistic coordinates to begin firing broadsides! If we can't see the humans due to their meddling, we'll just have to feel them.” Shouted the Sovereign, “and got me a detailed report on the ship’s diagnostics readings. I need to know if this flagship is still capable of escaping or if we'll have to scuttle it and retreat on another.”
“Acknowledged, Sovereign, launching now,” affirmed another deck officer as he swiped across his own gallium output array. I could hear the dull thunk, thunk, thunk of missiles pushing out of their pods before racing off to their intended targets, then the mechanical whirring as the pods rotated to be reloaded by slaves in the lower decks. I was regaining my bearings as the many horrible sensations of being overwhelmed by radiation poisoning were beginning to subside, but I still felt as if I had been microwaved. The air was stale, the crew was horribly sick as well, and even the sovereign himself seemed to be on his last leg. I was beginning to believe that I might die here.
“Sovereign, a message from the lower decks,” shouted a communications officer, his chitin scraping against itself as he turned quickly, “they're requesting reinforcements, something about being overrun.”
“Impossible,” the Sovereign hissed out in a vain attempt to exude confidence, “We must outnumber the humans, they always go for bigger targets out of arrogance.”
“I've received reports that it's not just humans: the primates seem to make up only a third or so of the assailing force, along with some Phaeldaer and Vrex.”
The commander slammed his clawed hands down on his own output array in a fit of rage, obviously overwhelmed by the circumstances, “Then this wasn't just a typical assault, but something more sinister!” The nautiloid warbled, blood seeping from his shell as the full effects of the radiation took hold, “Get Rel’ads on the line, have him divert all spare lances to the lower decks or else we'll lose the only offensive capabilities we can use.”
“Rel'ads has gone dark, Sovereign, his vitals are critical.”
“Then either get me Rel'ads tail-leader or get me Noddos!” He screamed in rage, “don't give me this nonsense! If we don't pick it up we're all going to die, is that what you want?”
“No, Sovereign, I'm simply overwhelmed-”
“We're all overwhelmed! By the tides, I'm dying of radiation poisoning you nincompoop! Get me something I can work with!”
The officer didn't even acknowledge the Sovereign after that, simply turning back to his display. Eventually, the Sovereign was able to get Noddos on the line.
“Sovereign, two thirds of my phalanxes have been decimated by combat with the primitives and the radiation, the rest are in shambles. We must retreat and fortify elsewhere!”
“Then the ship is compromised! Rel'ads is unresponsive and the lower decks are swarming with intruders. We must evacuate the amanuensis to another ship.”
Just as the Sovereign spoke, I heard several gentle thumps rattle against the bridge’s door, and it made me uneasy. Some of the bridge crew seemed to feel the same, as they looked incredibly nervous and some even drew their sidearms. Just as the sovereign turned to give further orders, the door blew inward with a deafening explosion, followed by shouting and gunfire. Several of the bridge officers were dispatched quickly, brain matter and blood splattering against the delicate electronics. Others were shot in the legs, the torso, or in any other exotic yet non-vital body parts. The humans poured in, brandishing primitive ballistic firearms and jury-rigged energy weapons while wearing scavenged, legion-grade powered armor.
The Sovereign was the next to go, but he wasn't afforded an honorable death. He was shot along the arm with a particularly potent plasma caster, burning off his clawed hand and cauterizing the wound, the acrid smell of roasting chitin filling the already hot and cramped bridge. He fell back against his output array, the gallium reaching new highs and lows as more diagnostics and casualty reports were delivered, and he clutched his stump angrily. “I'll burn every last one of you in the foundries! I'll tie you to stakes, cover you in wax and set you alight! Your screams will be broadcasted all over the galaxy!”
One human warrior stomped up and slammed the butt of his rifle into the sovereign’s face, shattering his facial plates and causing blue blood to splatter across his section of the bridge. “Shut the fuck up, you mutant lobster,” the human said before dragging him by both antennae towards the center of the bridge and receiving a stained breeching axe from one of his comrades. “Emmanuel, start recording. We need proof.”
The other human nodded and pressed a button on his armor before lifting up his gun again. The rest of the humans fanned out, holding everyone else at gunpoint. I tried to get up and sneak out, but a human grabbed me by my neck and nearly wrung it out as he forced me to my knees and pointed a sidearm to my skull. “Get down, you piece of shit, before I blow your brains out too.”
“Damnable primate,” I hissed, but he bashed me in my skull with the base of his sidearm’s grip and sent me sprawling, making my already pounding headache worse. Another human shouted at him in a language I didn't recognize, but he sounded furious. The first brought me back up to my knees again, and I complies with a hiss and a groan, blood still leaking from my eyes and mouth and my world was spinning.
The Sovereign struggled, but he was weak from the radiation poisoning and he couldn't exactly resist on account of his lost arm. The human with the breaching ax kicked the Sovereign down and forced him to kneel before lifting up the breeching ax and splitting his chitinous head down the middle with one powerful swing, sending more blood and brains across the floor. “Execution confirmed, take his antennae just in case and we've got ourselves a bounty. Now all we need is that ugly cat’s teeth and the fat hedgehog-thing’s grimy spines and we'll be in business. Although, they do have skulls… we might as well just take their heads.”
The real horror of the situation dawned on me at that moment: they were going to kill us all, or maybe worse. They mentioned a bounty for the commanders, and multiple of the higher ranking ship officers were already dead, their brains splattered against the walls or their bodies torn apart by gunfire. I wasn't dead yet, but that didn't mean much since I wasn't an immediate threat.
“Alright, round them up and bring all the grunts to the hanger bay, then kill the rest,” the leader of the humans said in such a lackadaisical manner that his complete disregard for life almost made me sick… almost. I had seen worse from the Jurisdiction before, but usually that was from me delivering some kind of ordered judgment on a world that had sinned against order. I might have simply been the messenger, but I had seen many of the outcomes. “And make sure to collect whatever proof of bounties you can, we'll need to deliver them to the office to get cashed out. Don't let this be a repeat of last time where Juarez fucking forgot to take a few heads and it ended up cutting our profits in half, the fucking retard.”
Some of the humans chuckled at that as they dragged more of the senior officers away, out of the room and into the hall,where I heard gunshots. The rest of the bridge crew froze in place, different fear instincts kicking in. The remaining Sok'klar corralled together into what seemed to be a singular, semi-congealed mass as if to try and trick the humans into believing that they were much bigger and much more threatening than they actually were. The one Thei’chi on the bridge, an ensign who had clearly thought this would be a simple mission, bore her curved fangs at the humans and growled as they approached, her hackles completely vertical and her eyes dilated. They quickly muzzled and bound her before beating her over the head with a gun stock, sending her sprawling onto the ground. Many others simply cooperated, eyes wide and yet simultaneously empty, as if they couldn't quite process that the ship had been taken and the commanding officers were being executed as the rest were escorted to the hangar.
“Get the damn messenger down to the hanger as well, we need whatever data's in his ugly lizard head, then we can decide on what to do with him.”
I spat at him in spite, as if to try and seem brave, but it was clearly an empty gesture. “You won't get anything, primate! You couldn't possibly crack the encryption!”
The human holding me seemed to wind up for another swing, but the commanding officer simply held up his hand to stop my tormentor before strolling over to me. He knelt down and removed his helmet, revealing a beige-colored face covered in scars, wiry black hair cut down to the scalp, and multiple tattoos. “You're really fucking mouthy for a hostage,” he said before punching me across my beak faster than I could register. I heard a sharp crack as his fist connected, and my head spun again as the metallic taste of blood pooled into my mouth. “I'd advise you to shut up, but I'm sure you won't listen: you aristocratic types are so full of yourselves. Maybe I should have you flogged in the public square until your vocal chords give out once we rip those cybernetics from your head, huh? How's that sound?”
“It won't matter… it won't change anything… the Jurisdiction will hunt you down.”
“Maybe, but I doubt it will happen for some time: they really suck at doing anything that requires effort, even when they're mad enough. They just keep sending their rabid lapdogs to try and smoke us out, and they always end up full of holes,” the human officer said with a smirk, his yellowish-white teeth and green eyes sending shivers down my spine as he drew his knife. “They're just horrible at their job, you know? You've all gotten so lazy and incompetent after being able to just take what you want without resistance, and now that you've met people who are angry and crazy enough to fight back you act as if we're committing some grave injustice,” he placed the knife against my throat, the flat just underneath my now bent beak, “No, we just took a few pages out of your book, ‘cept we've got standards. No kids, for one…” he seemed to look off into the distance as his sneer deepened, “but it's more than that, we don't attack the defenseless in general and we still win against you all in fair fights.”
I went to say something else snarky, but he quickly grabbed my thin tongue with his fingers and yanked it out, blood from my mouth pulling to the floor as he held the blade of his knife against it. “No no, none of that. Say one more thing and I'll cut that rancid little tongue of yours out of your mouth and feed it to you,” he hissed at me, pressing the blade down just hard enough to draw blood. “Do you know what it's like to see a planet turn into a tomb?" he asked me, gritting his teeth, “Do you know what it's like to see everything you've ever known crumble to ash and glass, all the life and the green stripped away leaving nothing but bones? I do. I've seen it happen to countless worlds, and my grandfather always told me stories of how you bastards did it to Earth. He still prays in its direction five times a day, to Mecca, but he knows the Kaaba is gone now, or maybe it's still there, buried in the bones of those who sought refuge there.”
I didn't care for the human’s nonsensical beliefs, but I did care to correct him. “I've seen it before, and I'll see it again. And so will you, it's inevitable. The Jurisdiction will always have its judgment fulfilled, there is no alternative.”
“One day, I hope we can rectify that,” he said, then he sheathed his knife and slammed my head against the metal floor with enough force to nearly knock me out. As I lost consciousness, I could hear him speak. “Take him to the Chop Doc, and make sure the cybernetics don't get damaged: they're supposedly more valuable than any bounty on this ship.”
Warning: Severe radiation poisoning detected. Flush system immediately.
Warning: Neural Lace removal detected, chance of neurological damage high. Proceeded with caution.
2024.05.19 15:49 _Huddy_ Which gloves would you buy for this knife?
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2024.05.19 15:32 HEROCRAA BO4 IX Mystery Box Experiment, and lucky pull
Hello, I was playing IX recently on BO4 when I suddenly got the Homunculus, Death of Orion, and Hellion salvo in a row and was curious to see how rare it was so I ran a little experiment.
I spun the box 224 times without picking up the weapon it gave and wrote down how many times each weapon appeared to know approximately the chance to get a certain weapon each time you hit the box, keep in mind this may not be 100% accurate and was made just for fun.
The experiment was run the whole time with the MOG-12 and at fixed round 6 (when I got the three weapons in a row). This may not be a big enough sample size but whatever.
Chance to get the Death of Orion, Homunculus and Hellion salvo in a row: approx 0.00187%
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I spun the box 224 times without picking up the weapon it gave and wrote down how many times each weapon appeared to know approximately the chance to get a certain weapon each time you hit the box, keep in mind this may not be 100% accurate and was made just for fun.
The experiment was run the whole time with the MOG-12 and at fixed round 6 (when I got the three weapons in a row). This may not be a big enough sample size but whatever.
| Weapon | Count | Percentage |
|---|---|---|
| Maddox RFB | 7 | 3.13% |
| Hitchcock M9 | 3 | 1.34% |
| Rampart 17 | 3 | 1.34% |
| Vapr-XKG | 8 | 3.57% |
| Grav | 2 | 0.89% |
| Swat RFT | 4 | 1.79% |
| Peacekeeper | 3 | 1.34% |
| An-94 | 3 | 1.34% |
| Doublecross | 6 | 2.68% |
| Micromg | 7 | 3.13% |
| Escargot | 7 | 3.13% |
| Spitfire | 3 | 1.34% |
| Saug 9mm | 0 | 0% |
| Cordite | 8 | 3.57% |
| MP-40 | 5 | 2.23% |
| Daemon | 9 | 4.02% |
| Switchblade | 5 | 2.23% |
| VMP | 8 | 3.57% |
| Swordfish | 5 | 2.23% |
| Essex Model 07 | 7 | 3.13% |
| Abr 223 | 4 | 1.79% |
| Stingray | 6 | 2.68% |
| M16 | 6 | 2.68% |
| Hades | 6 | 2.68% |
| VKM 750 | 6 | 2.68% |
| Zweihänder | 4 | 1.79% |
| Tigershark | 6 | 2.68% |
| SDM | 4 | 1.79% |
| Paladin HB50 | 2 | 0.89% |
| Outlaw | 7 | 3.13% |
| Vendetta | 4 | 1.79% |
| Locus | 3 | 1.34% |
| Havelina | 5 | 2.23% |
| Argus | 9 | 4.02% |
| Reaver | 6 | 2.68% |
| Mozu | 4 | 1.79% |
| RK7-Garrison | 11 | 4.91% |
| SG12 | 4 | 1.79% |
| Hellion | 5 | 2.23% |
| Kap-45 | 5 | 2.23% |
| Rampage | 8 | 3.57% |
| Ballistic knife | 6 | 2.68% |
| Homunculus | 7 | 3.13% |
| Death of Orion | 6 | 2.68% |
2024.05.19 14:52 PsychologicalLog4495 [H] ★ Sport Gloves Pandora's 0.16 / ★ Kara P2 0.00 FLAWLESS CORNER / ★ Flip Sapphire FN / ★ Stiletto Ruby 0.01 / AWP Desert Hydra SV 0.39 [W] B/O $16000 M9/Kara/BFK Dopplers/Fades
Hey, trading/selling everything from my inventory, interested in buying skins through CSGOFloat, add me on steam to discuss. I am online for the majority of the day, a trade offer will give you the fastest response. Looking for High Tier Liquid items. Feel free to hit me up, if you want to discuss, please send serious offers. [H] ★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box FT 0.16 ★ Flip Sapphire FN 0.03 (Tradable May 22nd) ★ Karambit Doppler P2 FLAWLESS CORNER 0.00 ST ★ Stiletto Knife Ruby 0.01 AWP Desert Hydra SV 0.39 (Tradable May 26th) I'm interested in M9/Kara/BFK Dopplers/Fades/high tier playskins etc. Pandora's 0.16 & Flawless Kara P2 0.00 ST Stiletto Ruby SS CSFloat Stall Tradelink Prices on items may change, the B/O price may be inaccurate.
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2024.05.19 14:48 PsychologicalLog4495 [H] ★ Sport Gloves Pandora's 0.16 / ★ Kara P2 0.00 FLAWLESS CORNER / ★ Flip Sapphire FN / ★ Stiletto Ruby 0.01 / AWP Desert Hydra SV 0.39 [W] B/O $16000 M9/Kara/BFK Dopplers/Fades
Hey, trading/selling everything from my inventory, interested in buying skins through CSGOFloat, add me on steam to discuss. I am online for the majority of the day, a trade offer will give you the fastest response. Looking for High Tier Liquid items. Feel free to hit me up, if you want to discuss, please send serious offers. [H] ★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box FT 0.16 ★ Flip Sapphire FN 0.03 (Tradable May 22nd) ★ Karambit Doppler P2 FLAWLESS CORNER 0.00 ST ★ Stiletto Knife Ruby 0.01 AWP Desert Hydra SV 0.39 (Tradable May 26th) I'm interested in M9/Kara/BFK Dopplers/Fades/high tier playskins etc. Pandora's 0.16 & Flawless Kara P2 0.00 ST Stiletto Ruby SS CSFloat Stall Tradelink Prices on items may change, the B/O price may be inaccurate.
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2024.05.19 14:21 EqualOk3009 Trading some of my spare mm2 items for a like noob bacon voice chat acc
My spare mm2 items are robot knife,elitey (the pet you get when you buy elite), spring knife,carrot gun,leaf knife,wavy gun,pirate gun
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2024.05.19 14:19 prime_skins [Store] KNIVES / GLOVES and PLAY SKINS. Butterfly / Karambit / M9 / Bayonet / Talon / Skeleton / Paracord / Ursus / Flip / Classic / Gut / Talon / Fade / Lore / Specialist / Driver / Doppler P1 P2 P3 P4/ Bloodhound and much more…
All my Buyouts for the listed items are just because of the rules.
Everything in my inventory is up for trade and you can include it in a trade. I have new items coming and going daily and not all are included in this list.
💵 Always Buying & Selling skins for Crypto / PayPal.
📩 DM me with a detailed message and a price
Twitter Steam acc. TradeLink
You can find some of my current items with cash prices (USD) in the table below. 🔽
Some prices might be outdated.
TradeLink
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Everything in my inventory is up for trade and you can include it in a trade. I have new items coming and going daily and not all are included in this list.
💵 Always Buying & Selling skins for Crypto / PayPal.
📩 DM me with a detailed message and a price
Twitter Steam acc. TradeLink
You can find some of my current items with cash prices (USD) in the table below. 🔽
Some prices might be outdated.
| Name | Price B/O $ | Float | Tradability |
|---|---|---|---|
| ★ Talon Knife Doppler (Sapphire) - FN | 4350$ | 0.0068 | Tradable |
| ★ Talon Knife Doppler (Sapphire) - FN | 4264$ | 0.0312 | Tradable |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Phase 4) - FN | 3424$ | 0.0496 | Tradable |
| ★ Karambit Fade 87.3% - FN | 2990$ | 0.0241 | Tradable |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 2) - FN | 2753$ | 0.0227 | Tradable Fri May 24 |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 2) - FN | 2753$ | 0.0283 | Tradable Wed May 22 |
| ★ Flip Knife Doppler (Sapphire) - FN | 2705$ | 0.0149 | Tradable |
| ★ Sport Gloves Superconductor - FT | 2676$ | 0.3640 | Tradable |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade - FN | 2263$ | 0.00885 | Tradable |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Phase 2) - FN | 2184$ | 0.0112 | Tradable |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic - MW | 1757$ | 0.117 | Tradable Fri May 24 |
| ★ Karambit Doppler (Phase 3) - FN | 1600$ | 0.0328 | Tradabl |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Phase 4) - FN | 1568$ | 0.0316 | Tradable |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Phase 4) - FN | 1610$ | 0.0100 | Tradable |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Marble Fade - FN | 1460$ | 0.0162 | Tradable |
| ★ Talon Knife Doppler (Phase 2) - FN | 1340$ | 0.0081 | Tradable Thu May 23 |
| ★ Sport Gloves Vice - FT | 1880$ | 0.2062 | Tradable Wed May 22 |
| ★ Sport Gloves Vice - FT | 1211$ | 0.314 | Tradable |
| ★ Sport Gloves Vice - FT | 1211$ | 0.352 | Tradable |
| ★ M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth - FN | 1141$ | 0.0317 | Tradable |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Black Laminate - FT | 1068$ | 0.311 | Tradable |
| ★ Butterfly Knife Night - MW | 957$ | 0.142 | Tradable |
| ★ Skeleton Knife Slaughter - FN | 943$ | 0.069 | Tradable |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade - MW | 927$ | 0.1224 | Tradable |
| M4A4 Poseidon - MW | 897$ | 0.141 | Tradable |
| ★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 2) - FN | 865$ | 0.0067 | Tradable Sun May 19 |
| ★ Sport Gloves Slingshot - FT | 1550$ | 0.157 | Tradable |
| ★ Flip Knife Fade - FN | 770$ | 0.019 | Tradable |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web - MW | 667$ | 0.086 | Tradable |
| ★ Flip Knife Doppler (Phase 2) - FN | 650$ | 0.0094 | Tradable Wed May 22 |
| ★ Bayonet Slaughter - FN | 644$ | 0.0317 | Tradable |
| ★ Ursus Knife Fade 97.8% - FN | 685$ | 0.0068 | Tradable |
| ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Phase 1) - FN | 504$ | 0.026 | Tradable |
| ★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Slaughter - FT | 483$ | 0.237 | Tradable |
| ★ Nomad Knife Blue Steel - MW | 378$ | 0.136 | Tradable |
| ★ Nomad Knife Case Hardened - FT | 370$ | 0.248 | Tradable |
| ★ Stiletto Knife Blue Steel - FT | 328$ | 0.367 | Tradable |
| ★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 2) - FN | 320$ | 0.0463 | Tradable Thu May 23 |
| ★ Paracord Knife Slaughter - FN | 306$ | 0.0411 | Tradable Tue May 21 |
| ★ Bayonet Freehand - FT | 305$ | 0.240 | Tradable |
| ★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade - FT | 305$ | 0.368 | Tradable |
| ★ Moto Gloves Turtle - MW | 294$ | 0.148 | Tradable |
| ★ Moto Gloves Turtle - MW | 294$ | 0.141 | Tradable |
| StatTrak™ M4A1-S Chantico's Fire - FN | 276$ | 0.023 | Tradable |
| ★ Falchion Knife Lore - FN | 267$ | 0.0568 | Tradable |
| AK-47 Case Hardened - FT | 261$ | 0.201 | Tradable |
| ★ Skeleton Knife Boreal Forest - FT | 251$ | 0.331 | Tradable |
| ★ Gut Knife Fade - FN | 243$ | 0.0260 | Tradable |
| AK-47 Vulcan - FT | 240$ | 0.311 | Tradable Tue May 21 |
| ★ Nomad Knife Stained - BS | 238$ | 0.850 | Tradable |
| AK-47 Fuel Injector - MW | 229$ | 0.124 | Tradable |
| ★ StatTrak™ Kukri Knife Boreal Forest - FT | 228$ | 0.361 | Tradable |
| StatTrak™ M4A1-S Player Two - FN | 221$ | 0.0584 | Tradable |
| AK-47 Asiimov - FN | 207$ | 0.0699 | Tradable |
| ★ Moto Gloves Polygon - FT | 194$ | 0.365 | Tradable Fri May 24 |
2024.05.19 13:26 Stage-Piercing727 Best Case Hawkbill Knife
 | submitted by Stage-Piercing727 to u/Stage-Piercing727 [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/03gqus0jbd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9be95d527eab77de16d75031699654fac8afa153 Hold onto your hat, folks! Today we're delving into a world of sharp edges and sleek design: the Case Hawkbill Knife. Don't miss out on this thrilling adventure, as we explore the finer points of this versatile blade and its place in the grand tapestry of cutlery. Get ready to fold and unfold the Case Hawkbill Knife in all its glory! The Top 19 Best Case Hawkbill Knife
Reviews🔗Tru-Sharp Stainless Pocket Trimmer with Blue Bone Handlehttps://preview.redd.it/rjw3u3ljbd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8776196bf63001f64c3f3f4cfb34dced8a3efbe8 Recently, I came across a Case Knife Blue Bone Trapper, and I must say it's a gem. The vibrant orange synthetic handle made it easy to locate when I was outdoors, especially on my hunting trips. The clip and spey blades were incredibly versatile, making it an all-around useful tool for my projects around the house, outdoors, and hunting. One of the standout features was the Tru-Sharp Stainless Steel blades, which held their edge much longer than conventional steel. Plus, the extraordinary blade strength and corrosion resistance added to the durability of this folding knife. It served as a great everyday pocket knife for me, and I found myself reaching for it often. However, I did notice that the knife's closed length was slightly larger than I would have preferred for pocket carry. Also, the non-locking slip joint lock felt less secure compared to locking mechanisms. Despite these minor drawbacks, the Case Knife Blue Bone Trapper proved to be a reliable and beautiful addition to my collection. 🔗Handcrafted Carbon Steel Knife with Dark Red Bone Handlehttps://preview.redd.it/29po69wjbd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=51dc46cf756e55d62991b81c56c4cf0c9c9f95fd I recently had the chance to use the Case XX USA - Small Congress Dark Red Bone CA31949 Carbon Steel knife in my daily life. The first thing that stood out to me was the carbon steel blade, which offered a sharp and sturdy cutting surface. The Dark Red Bone handle provided a comfortable and solid grip, perfect for various tasks. One of the most impressive features of this knife was its handcrafted design, showcasing the artistry and attention to detail of the U. S. A. -based craftsmen who created it. The carbon steel sheepsfoot blade and pen blades were mirror finish, giving the knife an elegant and unique look. However, it's worth mentioning that the knife is not lightweight, as it weighs 1.2 oz. While using it, I also noticed the nickel silver bolster(s) and the inlay shield, adding a touch of sophistication to this functional tool. The boxed packaging was an added bonus, making it a great gift for someone special. Overall, I found this Case XX USA - Small Congress Dark Red Bone CA31949 Carbon Steel knife to be a high-quality and reliable tool. Its distinctive design and solid construction make it a worthwhile investment for those who value craftsmanship and durability in their cutting instruments. 🔗Beautiful Navy Blue Bone Stockman Pocket Knifehttps://preview.redd.it/f1q6zwckbd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=7fd9cd53e57899855c1b36bbba96e05ca8db5013 I recently tried out the Navy Blue Bone Stockman Pocket Knife, and I must say, I was impressed. From the moment I took it out of the package, the quality was apparent. The handle, made of jigged bone with a Tru-Sharp SS blade, felt comfortable in my hand, and the blue color added a nice touch to its appearance. One of the best features of this knife is its versatility. The 6.5 cm blade is just the right length for everyday tasks and can easily be carried in my pocket. The weight, at 65 grams, is also perfectly manageable. It's perfect for everyday use and outdoor adventures. While I loved the knife's construction, sharpness, and size, there was one thing that bothered me. The knife was delivered by a less-than-ideal shipping method, which caused it to be placed in my neighbor's mailbox instead of mine. I would have preferred it if the shipping was more streamlined and the knife was delivered directly to my doorstep. Overall, I'm really happy with my Navy Blue Bone Stockman Pocket Knife. It's well-crafted, functional, and a great addition to my collection of everyday carry items. 🔗Yellow Mini Trapper Pocket Knife for Kidshttps://preview.redd.it/fg3dvaqkbd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=55c659394d2dfab6949e357865dd906634d4a7fc Recently, I found myself using the CASE Mini Trapper pocket knife in my daily life. This versatile tool has made all the difference in my outdoorsy adventures, as it fits perfectly in the pocket and is easy to access when needed. The bright yellow handle really stands out, not only making it easy to spot in a backpack or bag but also adding a touch of personality to it. I've noticed the knife has two full-length blades, the 'clip' blade and the 'spey' blade. The clip blade is perfect for detail work or cutting small items efficiently, while the spey blade is an all-purpose utility blade that can handle most tasks. The knife is constructed with the robust chrome vanadium steel, known for its excellent edge-holding ability and easy resharpening. Although the steel isn't as resistant to rusting as stainless steel, it adds to the knife's unique charm, making it a lifelong companion. However, an aspect that I found less appealing was the susceptibility to potential rusting. While it may not be a deal-breaker for some, it's worth considering for those who plan to use the knife heavily or in humid environments. Nonetheless, its solid build, smooth operating mechanism, and durable construction make this pocket knife an undeniable staple in my kit. If you're looking for a reliable tool that adds a touch of style while still maintaining practicality, the CASE Mini Trapper pocket knife is worth a try. 🔗Old Red Bone Case Hawkbill Knife for Everyday Usehttps://preview.redd.it/y3ekeq2lbd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ea6624e11be0fd788cc9c63eaffb42d4d65560b7 I've been using the Case Trapper Pocket Worn Old Red Bone Knife for a while now, and I must say, it's a beauty. Every time I take it out of my pocket, I can feel the quality in my hands. The red bone handle is not only eye-catching but also provides a comfortable grip. The Tru-Sharp stainless steel blades are another highlight - they're sharp and hold their edge really well. The knife is perfect for those who enjoy trapping and skinning small game, as it's lightweight and has both a Clip and a Spey blade. However, there is one downside. The knife is quite large, which can be a bit inconvenient when carrying it around in your pocket. But overall, I'm really happy with my purchase. It's like having a piece of art with me at all times that also happens to be a useful tool. 🔗Amber Jigged Bone Stockman Amber Bone Knife with CV-Carbon Steel Bladeshttps://preview.redd.it/vvmax3mlbd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f17c182514a061f16dcbe3d9b5439c504af232b4 A couple of months ago, I decided to try out this Case Large Stockman Amber Bone pocket knife, and let me tell you, it did not disappoint. Firstly, the amber jigged bone handle not only adds an elegant touch but also provides a perfect grip. This knife was designed to serve many purposes, and it shines in each one. The sheepsfoot blade was a game-changer for me, making it smooth and convenient to use, perfect for carving and getting those clean cuts. But the icing on the cake is the clip blade, which is incredibly versatile, coming in handy for all the everyday tasks around my place. One thing that did catch me off guard was the resilience of the chrome vanadium steel used in making the blades. While some might worry about its susceptibility to rust and discoloration, I found it easy to sharpen and maintain. The thing that I absolutely love about this pocket knife is its construction and build quality. It is solid, and it oozes class. However, if you're a fan of stainless steel, you might not appreciate this aspect as much. In conclusion, I'd say this product is the epitome of quality and craftsmanship. It's an all-in-one knife that's both a collectible and a utility knife. Sure, it has its pros and cons, but the experience of using it outweighs any minor drawbacks. Would I recommend it? Absolutely! 🔗Stained Glass Trapper Folding Knife with Natural Bone Handlehttps://preview.redd.it/z8rqmacmbd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=350adc9791761d429710cb0d736aa8fb0fbc1bf3 I recently had the pleasure of using this Case Trapper Angel Wings Folding Knife, and let me tell you, it's a beauty to behold! The stained glass angel wings on the handle make this knife truly unique. The natural bone handles, featuring a color wash and black definition, catch the light perfectly. With a Tru-Sharp Surgical Stainless Steel blade, I found that this knife held its edge quite well and was surprisingly sturdy despite its lightweight build. The knife comes with both a Clip and a Spey blade, each serving a different purpose. The Clip is excellent for intricate tasks, while the Spey is versatile enough for any everyday use. One particularly impressive aspect of this product is its construction with Case Tru-Sharp stainless steel. This material ensures the blade stays sharp for longer and offers impeccable corrosion resistance. The quality of this knife is evident from its handcrafted design in the United States. In terms of packaging, the product arrives in a sleek black velvet box, perfect for storing and displaying the knife. Overall, my experience with this Trapper Angel Wings Folding Knife has been nothing short of delightful – a must-have addition to any enthusiast's collection. 🔗Handcrafted Gray Bone Case SM Congress Jigged Bone Pocket Knifehttps://preview.redd.it/fg3hujrmbd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8073c912ee58c0889b5f888606310ef4dcc24623 I recently had the chance to try out the Case Small Congress Jigged Bone 58422, and let me tell you, it's quite a find. This little pocket knife is not only a perfect addition to my everyday carry, but it also has a unique charm to it. The curved handle, made from gray bone, fits my hand nicely and gives a sturdy grip. The craftsmanship is evident in the way it was handcrafted in the United States – you can tell a lot of care and attention went into making this pocket knife. The blade itself is made of carbon steel, which might seem a bit heavy for some, but I found it to be quite sharp and durable. It comes with two blades – a sheepsfoot, perfect for trimming hooves, and a pen blade for lighter work. However, as much as I love this pocket knife, it's definitely not for everyone. Not only does it weigh a little more than other pocket knives, but the carbon steel blade might also be a bit of a risk when it comes to rust. All in all, the Case Small Congress Jigged Bone 58422 is a fantastic choice for those who enjoy a traditional, compact pocket knife with a little extra heft and sharpness. But be sure to take proper care of it, and you'll be rewarded with a reliable and functional tool. 🔗Premium Aesthetic Case Aquarius Corelon Trapper Knifehttps://preview.redd.it/b6qcxg7nbd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=88f48c3a6901a74672abf5f713046383eb8a8560 Recently, I had the chance to try out the Aquarius Trapper from W. R. Case & Sons, a premium American brand of handmade knives. This versatile pocket knife, crafted from the highest quality materials, instantly caught my attention with its durability and performance. Made by skilled artisans in the United States, it offers a wide range of features that make it a must-have for anyone in need of a reliable and durable tool. One of the standout features of this Trapper knife is the Tru-Sharp surgical steel blades that provide excellent cutting capabilities. The clip and spey blades are a nice touch, offering versatility for different tasks. Additionally, the handles are made of durable Corelon Aquarius, which adds to the knife's overall durability and quality. While I loved the attractive design and vibrant color options, I did notice that the knife seemed a bit prone to scratches when carried in my pocket. This prompted me to suggest that the manufacturer consider providing a cloth pouch to protect the knife during transportation. Overall, the Aquarius Trapper from Case Cutlery is an impressive tool, crafted with precision and care that makes it stand out among other pocket knives in the market. 🔗Case 50954 Iraqi Freedom Knife: Tru-Sharp Surgical Stainless Steel and Natural Bone Handlehttps://preview.redd.it/m2h3bnrnbd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2696bbfdc4c11458976f65eacdc82e16dc56bf40 Imagine walking into a dimly lit room, the scent of old leather and polished steel lingering in the air. In one corner, nestled among antique weapons, you find a knife that instantly catches your eye. It's a Hawkbill Knife from the War Series, designed in the image of a classic Iraqi Freedom pattern. The blade is made from Tru-Sharp Surgical Stainless Steel, a choice that ensures durability and precision. The handle, carved from natural bone, fits comfortably in the hand, a testament to the craftsmanship of its creators. Handcrafted in the United States, each knife bears the mark of its origin - a symbol of quality and pride. With a closed length of 4.13 inches, this Hawkbill Knife is compact yet potent. The spey blades, mirror finish stainless clip, and nickel silver bolster showcase the attention to detail that has gone into its creation. As you hold it, the Iraqi Freedom handle embellishment stands out, a unique touch that adds a layer of depth to your experience. Unfortunately, there are a few aspects that could be improved. The weight of the knife at 4.0 ounces might not be suitable for everyone. Moreover, the overall design may not appeal to all, but for those who appreciate the history and craftsmanship that goes into each piece, the Hawkbill Knife from the War Series is truly special. 🔗Antique Bone Handle Hawkbill Pocket Knifehttps://preview.redd.it/8i04li8obd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d42bc6e9137ec3737e055b54d1dcac40e74357c8 I've been using the Antique Bone Trapper for a few weeks now, and it's been quite a pleasure. The handle in jigged bone, with a rich, caramel brown tone, exudes an elegant, classic feel that makes you want to hold it and use it every day. Plus, the Tru-Sharp SS blade adds durability and smoothness to cutting through tasks. However, I do wish the knife had been sharpened out of the box - just a bit of extra effort on my part before it could perform at its best. Don't let this minor inconvenience deter you from trying it out. The Antique Bone Trapper is a fantastic addition to any collection or daily toolkit. 🔗Tru-Sharp Surgical Stainless Steel Hawkbill Knife with Blue Bone Handlehttps://preview.redd.it/17jzskmobd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=aa2352668a7c7181424c6f62c66d4bd9522f35af I was intrigued by the Case XX 02845 SM Congress Blue Bone knives. The mirrored stainless steel blades and blue jigged bone handle were visually appealing. But the slipjoint lock was a bit unwieldy. It took some practice to get the hang of it. The Tru-Sharp Surgical Steel blades held their shine for a reasonable amount of time, which was convenient. However, for a small knife with a 3-inch closed length, it lacked maneuverability in some situations. Nevertheless, I appreciated the American craftsmanship that went into making this compact, pocket-friendly knife. 🔗Case XX Trapper Knife: High-Quality, Custom-Made in the USAhttps://preview.redd.it/8xdr9pwobd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=cb4f0959165a7352bf3932b58d6fa9c1a0205122 I recently had the chance to try out the Case XX Mulberry Synthetic 4254 Trapper. It's a handsome little knife, featuring a beautiful Mulberry synthetic handle that gives it a lovely, slightly textured grip. The Tru-Sharp stainless steel blades are quite sharp, and the spey blades are perfect for those who like a little added functionality. One of the things I appreciated most about this knife is that it's handcrafted right here in the United States. The attention to detail is evident, from the mirror finish stainless clip to the nickel silver bolster. However, something I noticed that might be a drawback for some is its weight - at only 3.7oz, it's a pretty light knife in comparison to others. Using this knife daily, I found it quite versatile and practical. But overall, the Case XX Mulberry Synthetic 4254 Trapper is a product that combines both beauty and functionality, making it stand out among its competitors in the market. 🔗American-Made Mini Trapper Pocket Knife for USAF Enthusiastshttps://preview.redd.it/dtly2b9pbd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f126e1ec8dda1b145022f9e7c22d91dbc9cafb63 I had the opportunity to test the Case 32402 Mini Trapper, a tiny pocket knife packed with impressive features. One of the highlights that stood out to me was the Tru-Sharp Surgical Stainless Steel, which provided durable sharpness that lasted through various tasks. The Navy Blue Synthetic Handle offered a comfortable, ergonomic grip, allowing me to navigate my way around the miniature knife with ease. In addition, it added a touch of style to the design, making it stand out. However, I did experience a small disadvantage - the Mini Trapper's manual-open design made it a bit challenging to access and open with just one hand. Despite this minor inconvenience, I still found great value in the United States Air Force W. R. Case & Sons Cutlery Co. 32402. Overall, it was a reliable and aesthetically pleasing addition to my daily life. Buyer's GuideA Case Hawkbill Knife, also known as a pen knife or a pocket knife, is a versatile and practical tool. It offers a variety of functions, including cutting, opening, and even breaking objects like nails. This buyer's guide will provide an overview of essential factors to consider when purchasing a Case Hawkbill Knife, as well as some general recommendations.Materialshttps://preview.redd.it/jj9ke12sbd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f437e0147541de2c0e36542b8d78f424aab20e2a One of the first things to consider is the materials used to make the knife. Good-quality knives are typically made from carbon steel, stainless steel, or high-carbon stainless steel. These materials provide durability, corrosion resistance, and sharpness. Consider the climate where you'll use the knife, as well as the type of objects you'll be cutting. Stainless steel may be a better choice if you live in a humid or salty environment. Meanwhile, high-carbon steel could be preferable for a more precise or versatile edge. Remember to check if the blade locks or unlocks securely when using it. Design FeaturesThere are several design features to consider when buying a Case Hawkbill Knife. A locking mechanism is essential for safety and ensuring that the blade remains closed when not in use. Popular locking mechanisms include friction locks and spring-loaded locks. Pay attention to the size and weight of the knife, as well as the design of the handle. Some handles are ergonomic for comfortable use, while others have built-in features for opening cans or bottles caps.Brand ReputationAnother important aspect to consider is the brand reputation. Case has a long history of producing high-quality knives with excellent value for money. However, new brands or lesser-known manufacturers may offer excellent products as well. Research online reviews, customer testimonials, and manufacturer's warranty policies to ensure that you're getting a reliable and durable product. https://preview.redd.it/rf402ghsbd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9eb2f5b6b0a5d2a3f5f09657904d9a9b0479b502 Maintenance TipsTo extend the life of your Case Hawkbill Knife, proper maintenance is essential. Always clean the knife by wiping the blade with a cloth and removing any debris on the handle. To prevent rust, you should avoid submerging the knife in water or storing it in a humid area. Regularly re-lubricating the hinges and locking mechanism is also recommended. For the blade, sharpen or hone it as needed to maintain its cutting edge.PriceThe price of a Case Hawkbill Knife can vary based on factors such as materials, design features, and brand reputation. Shop around for the best deals and consider your budget when purchasing one. Remember that spending a bit more on a well-built knife may save you money in the long run by offering better durability and requiring fewer repairs or replacements.FAQhttps://preview.redd.it/51bmvuvsbd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=429a6591dce51d6b8e1ba293567711a7e343a151 What is a Hawkbill knife?A Hawkbill knife is a type of folding knife that features a unique and distinctive blade shape, which resembles the head of a hawk. It is characterized by its curved, hooked tip that is ideal for piercing, cutting, and gripping materials. This knife is versatile, strong, and highly functional.What are the main features of a Case Hawkbill Knife?
https://preview.redd.it/gndjx0htbd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8b2bf46874b045fe65b3e577954ae9138bcc9080 What are the different blade sizes available for Case Hawkbill Knives?Case Hawkbill Knives come in various blade sizes, ranging from smaller pocket knives to larger hunting knives. Common blade sizes include 1-1/2 inch, 2 inch, 2-1/2 inch, 3-1/2 inch, 4-1/2 inch, and 6-inch.Are Case Hawkbill Knives suitable for everyday use?Yes, Case Hawkbill Knives are suitable for everyday use. Their strong, durable construction and versatile blade shape make them ideal for everyday tasks and activities.What is the warranty for Case Hawkbill Knives?Case Hawkbill Knives typically come with a limited lifetime warranty, which covers defects in materials and workmanship. Warranty information may vary depending on the specific model and manufacturer.Where can I purchase a Case Hawkbill Knife?Case Hawkbill Knives are available from various retailers, both online and in physical stores, including major outdoor and sporting goods retailers, as well as specialized knife shops. It is also recommended to check the manufacturer's official website for availability and authorized dealers.Are there any reviews or ratings available for Case Hawkbill Knives?Yes, there are numerous reviews and ratings available for Case Hawkbill Knives on various websites, such as Amazon, outdoor gear stores, and other online retail platforms. These ratings and reviews can provide valuable insights into the product's performance, quality, and overall user satisfaction.As an Amazon™ Associate, we earn from qualifying purchases. |
2024.05.19 13:22 Count-Daring243 Best Case Damascus Knives
 | submitted by Count-Daring243 to u/Count-Daring243 [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/74t0oz63bd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b64e07721d6f41e6930726df6cd71bcd274a9847 Welcome, dear reader, to our comprehensive review of Case Damascus Knives! If you're a follower of fine craftsmanship, artistry, and sharp blades, we invite you to journey with us as we explore the world of Case Damascus Knives. From their rich history to the precise blades they've mastered, we promise to provide you with an engaging and information-packed introduction to these exceptional tools. The Top 7 Best Case Damascus Knives
Reviews🔗Damascus Folding Knife with Leather Sheathhttps://preview.redd.it/zlnjakn3bd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9ada70181c321ff062a8ac49574784bc891f0edc Oh, the Damascus Knives 1320BL Prideful Fang Caper, such a mouthful, isn't it? But let's just cut right to it and talk about the knife itself. Now, I'm not exactly what you'd call a knife aficionado, but this one sure did feel different in the hand. The blade, about 6-1/2 inches long and 1-1/2 inches wide, was made of Damascus steel - a beautiful fusion of metals that gives it a unique, patterned look. That's what I noticed first, actually. It's like having a piece of art you can actually use! But it wasn't all looks, that's for sure. The handle, a simple wooden design, was sturdy and well-balanced, even with the leather sheath included. This felt like a tool built to last, just from the feel of it. But let's not forget about those laws, either. The ownership, carry, and use of knives certainly vary from one community to another, so it's essential to know and follow the specific guidelines in place. And if you're planning on letting kids play with it? Well, that's a big no-no. It's not a toy, folks. It's a serious tool designed for serious work. All in all, the Damascus Knives 1320BL Prideful Fang Caper caught my attention right away, not just for its eye-catching design, but also for its build quality. It's not a knife for everyone, and it's certainly not a toy. But if you're looking for a real, sturdy knife that carries its own beauty, then this might be the one for you. 🔗W.R. Case & Sons Damascus Steel Pocket Knife, Handcrafted in the USA, Limited Editionhttps://preview.redd.it/xprgzi04bd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0560aa7f07f4363c664eee80b3bc113b1afc8133 As someone who loves pocket knives, I was thrilled to get my hands on the Swell Center Jack Vintage Bone. This distinctive knife stands out with its Damascus Steel and Vintage Bone Handle. Handcrafted in the U. S. A. , the 77462 from W. R. Case & Sons Cutlery Co. is a rare gem, as only 1,400 of these beauties were created. Weighing in at 1.7 oz, the knife is light enough to carry around effortlessly yet strong enough for day-to-day tasks. While it's a work of art in itself, the user experience could be improved with a smoother opening mechanism. Overall, this knife is a testament to the craftsmanship and elegance of Damascus Steel, making it a worthwhile investment for any pocket knife enthusiast. 🔗Buffalo Horn Hunter Fixed Blade with Tru-Sharp Surgical Steel by Case XXhttps://preview.redd.it/9jjvfoa4bd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=68ea980b72425d6071c335fa1649ce8086f957dd The Case XX Buffalo Horn Hunter Fixed Blade really is a gem in my collection. I was initially drawn to its Tru-Sharp Surgical Stainless Steel, which truly holds up well over time. The natural buffalo horn handle adds a touch of elegance and makes it easy to grasp when in use. The handcrafted nature of the knife, combined with the fact that it's made in the U. S. A. , only adds to its credibility. Although the black leather case it comes with is functional, it would be nice if it were a bit more durable. Also, the weight of the knife is quite noticeable, especially for everyday carry. However, these minor drawbacks do not detract from the overall quality and craftsmanship of this knife. It's definitely a tool you'd want to have in your belt if you're into hunting or survival situations. 🔗Handcrafted Purple Curly Maple Damascus Knifehttps://preview.redd.it/bpldq7q4bd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=75d217ca5b650a5afaa89318988ea19aee0c3305 Using this beautiful Case 80541 Stockman Purple Curly Maple combination in my daily life has been a delightful experience. The eye-catching Purple Curly Maple Wood Handle adds a touch of elegance that catches everyone's attention. The famous Case Ichthus shield and mirror-polished Tru-Sharp surgical steel blades truly stand out, making this a unique and reliable choice. Of course, there are some minor drawbacks to this stunning knife. The handle could be a bit larger, and the overall weight might feel a bit heavy in the hand. However, the quality and craftsmanship of the blade itself make up for these minor issues. Overall, this Case 80541 Stockman Purple Curly Maple is a stunning and reliable knife that I've come to enjoy using in my everyday life. The handcrafted design and exceptional materials make it the perfect addition to any collection. 🔗Antique Bone Handle Tru-Sharp Surgical Stainless Steel Damascus Knifehttps://preview.redd.it/j53meww4bd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=43e13036b3f5f21f661a546211698dc028ba414a I've been using the Case XX Congress Antique pocket knife for a while now, and I must say, it's a beautiful and functional piece. The antique bone handle makes the knife feel sturdy and grippy in my hand. The Tru-Sharp Surgical Stainless Steel blades give it its sharp and shiny edge, while the sheepsfoot and pen blades lend versatility to its functionality. One of the things that stood out to me is its handcrafted nature, knowing that it's made in the USA with pride. It's also relatively light, weighing about 1.2 ounces. However, the only negative aspect for me is the rather small size, which sometimes makes it a bit less ideal for larger tasks. But overall, I'm a fan of this knife and its classic design. 🔗Case Patriot Trapper Knife with Kirinite Handlehttps://preview.redd.it/ye7lphb5bd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9fa6329e272d2c6c35af47f59c083079a2026ba4 As a product reviewer, I've had the chance to put the Patriot Kirinite Trapper Pocket Knife to the test in my daily life. The knife boasts mirror-polished Tru-Sharp surgical stainless steel blades that provide a reliable and long-lasting edge, perfect for a variety of tasks. The smooth Kirinite handles, with their striking red, white, and blue design, lend both style and substance to this compact yet versatile piece. During my time with the knife, I was particularly impressed by its metal oval-shaped shield inlay which bears the prestigious Case logo, adding a touch of prestige to its already impressive design. As it is a product "made in the USA", I feel confident in its durability and craftsmanship. However, just like any other product, it's not without its drawbacks. My only concern is the price point, which may seem a touch steep for some users. Despite this, I would still highly recommend the Patriot Kirinite Trapper Pocket Knife for those who seek quality, style, and versatility in a reliable blade. 🔗Buffalo Horn Handle Fixed Blade Hunter Knife from USA Craftsmenhttps://preview.redd.it/t2famtr5bd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ef68e361ac50cde935aaef579b12e244c35ca081 The Case 17916 Hunter Knife, sporting a unique Buffalo Horn Handle, was my go-to companion during recent hunting trips. Its handcrafted design in the U. S. A. adds a touch of pride and authenticity. The Tru-Sharp Surgical Stainless Steel blade held an edge like a dream and offered exceptional strength and resistance to corrosion. However, what stood out the most was the knife's compatibility with the leather belt sheath. It provided an easy carrying solution for my daily life. The only downside was the limited color options for the belt sheath, which might not suit everyone's personal style. Overall, this fixed blade knife is a reliable and durable companion for hunting and outdoor adventures, and the buffalo horn handle adds a unique touch to its design. Buyer's GuideCase Damascus knives are a popular choice among knife enthusiasts for their unique design and superior craftsmanship. These knives are typically handmade and feature intricate patterns, making each piece one of a kind. This buyer's guide will help you understand the important features, considerations, and general advice for purchasing a Case Damascus knife.Understanding Damascus SteelDamascus steel is a type of steel known for its unique wavy pattern, formed through a process called differential heat treatment. This method involves alternating layers of steel with different carbon content, which creates the distinctive pattern when the steel is cut. Each Case Damascus knife showcases these patterns, making them a visually appealing choice. https://preview.redd.it/jn8hsz76bd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2362baa42daf5efc85f1e644d268b1f30e8bfc1a Quality and DurabilityCase Damascus knives are known for their quality and durability. The company uses high-quality materials and follows strict manufacturing processes to ensure the knives can withstand everyday use. Look for knives with full tang construction, indicating that the steel runs all the way through the handle for added strength.Handle MaterialsThe handles of Case Damascus knives come in various materials, including bone, brass, and micarta. Each material offers different benefits, such as grip, durability, and weight. Choose a handle material that suits your preferences and needs.Blade Shapes and SizesCase Damascus knives come in a variety of blade shapes and sizes, catering to different tasks and preferences. Some common blade shapes include drop-point, clip-point, and spear-point. Consider what type of knife you'll use most often and choose accordingly. Additionally, blade sizes range from small pocket knives to larger hunting or utility knives. https://preview.redd.it/j175cii6bd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=3a98fb507503d0decd17969ce4951e560912b528 Maintenance and CareProper maintenance and care are essential for keeping your Case Damascus knife in top condition. Avoid soaking the knife in water and clean it after use with a non-abrasive cloth and a small amount of oil. Regular sharpening using a whetstone or honing steels will also help maintain the edge's quality.Warranty and Customer SupportBefore purchasing a Case Damascus knife, research the company's warranty policy and customer support. A reputable company should offer a reasonable warranty period and be responsive to customer inquiries and concerns.Personal Preferences and BudgetFinally, consider your personal preferences and budget when choosing a Case Damascus knife. Decide what features are most important to you and set a budget to ensure you can find a high-quality knife without going over your financial limit.Case Damascus knives are a beautiful and functional investment for any knife enthusiast. By understanding the important features, considerations, and general advice outlined in this buyer's guide, you'll be better equipped to choose the right Case Damascus knife for your needs and preferences. https://preview.redd.it/jd8n0t27bd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=1970030c0262d810004c57f6d61b90cb1223c381 FAQWhat are Case Damascus Knives?Case Damascus Knives are a line of high-quality, handcrafted knives produced by the Case Cutlery Company. These knives are known for their unique Damascus steel blades, which are created through a forging process that alternates layers of iron and steel.What makes Case Damascus Knives stand out from other knives?Case Damascus Knives stand out due to their detailed craftsmanship, impressive Damascus steel blades, and various handle materials available. The combination of these elements creates a visually appealing and functional knife that sets them apart from other mass-produced knives. https://preview.redd.it/3j9e0cd7bd1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=92ef346c2a0d93092f50a81b990fcecef5fc1987 What types of Case Damascus Knives are available?Case Damascus Knives come in various styles, such as pocket knives, hunting knives, and kitchen knives. Some popular collections include the Case Damascus Field Knife, the Case Damascus Elk Hunter Knife, and the Case Damascus Chef's Knife.How do I care for my Case Damascus Knife?
What is the lifespan of a Case Damascus Knife?The lifespan of a Case Damascus Knife depends on how well it is cared for and the frequency of use. With proper maintenance, a well-made Case Damascus Knife can last for many years.Where can I buy Case Damascus Knives?Case Damascus Knives can be purchased from authorized retailers, both online and in-store. It is recommended to buy from a reputable dealer to ensure you receive an authentic and high-quality product.How much do Case Damascus Knives cost?The cost of Case Damascus Knives varies depending on the type, size, and materials used in their construction. Generally, these knives are priced higher than mass-produced knives due to their intricate craftsmanship and premium materials.What warranty does Case offer on their Damascus Knives?Case Cutlery Company typically offers a limited lifetime warranty on their Damascus knives. This warranty covers manufacturing defects and workmanship issues. However, it does not cover damage resulting from misuse or normal wear and tear.As an Amazon™ Associate, we earn from qualifying purchases. |
2024.05.19 13:18 pillowcase-of-eels [Music] Emilie Autumn's Asylum, pt. 6 – High-concept musician responds to online criticism by waging successful attrition war against her own fanbase
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Welcome back to the Asylum write-up, where we explore the decade-long slow-motion car crash that is the Emilie Autumn fandom.
Sorry this installment took so long to upload! Just a heads-up, I may take some time to deliver the last one too – these posts take forever to format on Reddit's finicky-ass editor, and my dumb real life is currently keeping me from precious Internet time. Thank you for your patience! You have my word that everyone who pre-ordered the final installment will receive a PERSONAL, HANDWRITTEN letter autographed and illustrated by me, a list of the snacks I consumed while composing this write-up, some exclusive behind-the-scenes secrets, and a pony.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4.1 – Part 4.2 Part 5
This created a sort of primordial rift within the fanbase, between those who supported EA's right to speak her mind and regulate her own fan spaces however she pleased – and those who thought that her reactions were rude and inappropriate (at best), and that even fan spaces should allow for reasonable, non-abusive criticism of the artist.
Between a poorly-handled book release (see Part 3), the controversial (Part 2) or dubiously true (Part 4) contents of said book, and serious shade from various former collaborators (Part 5), more and more fans had pressing thoughts about EA's work ethic and choices. EA attempted damage control through drastic forum rules that made it virtually impossible to voice any “serious” critical opinion. It didn't work, of course: instead of squashing the mutiny, she created a schism.
Critical fans and active haters started congregating on unofficial platforms.
Either way, through these blogs, a number of potential drama bombs that had mostly flown under the radar were dredged up from over the years – some of which were hard to ignore, even for supportive fans. Where to begin?
There was that nonsense in-joke song, captured twice on camera during the 2009 tour (to very little outrage, at the time), crassly called “Manatee Retard”📺. Or EA's scathing response, in print, to a wheelchair user who found it insensitive that she used a bedazzled wheelchair as a prop to do sexy acrobatics on stage. (“Your offence taken at my hard-won self-acceptance proves that I indeed have something to fight against”, she wrote). Spoken word tracks where she made trivializing knock-knock jokes about serious mental illnesses she didn't have, like schizophrenia and OCD. Multiple instances of calling Britney Spears a “bimbo” and a “Hollywood fucked-up”, resentfully claiming that she only shaved her head because she was “hopped up on drugs” and certainly not because she was “bipolar”, a word the press liked to wield as an insult anyway. (“That's almost like calling someone a retard!” Yeah, heaven forbid.) The meanest, most distasteful paragraphs in the book. Basically everything problematic EA had ever said or written.📝 In retrospect, it had been a long time coming, but it was a lot to take in – and certainly more off-putting, even to less emotionally invested fans, than silly lies about her age and last name.
In another wing of Asylum Tumblr, some fans had had it up to here and just wanted to have fun. 🎵 If Plague Rats had learned one valuable lesson from EA, it was how to crack a joke in the face of absurd tragedy – and the general state of the EA fandom certainly warranted a few.
In 2012, Fight Like a Girl was released. After six long years, three of which had been peaceful, the Opheliac era was officially over. The new album and ensuing tour confirmed that the Asylum had entered a process of glamorous Broadway-style militarization. 🎵📺
The mood board was “Roman general meets Vegas showgirl meets Victorian street urchin”.🪞 The color palette was, to naysayers, “musty pink and rotten, stale piss yellow”. 🐀 The keyword was “REVENGE” (through the power of... self-expression! sorority! brutal assault with rusty medical implements!). The chorus of the title song had an intriguing run-on line about getting “revenge on the world, or at least 49% of the people in it” 🎵 – which seemed like an awful lot, and was widely interpreted (to cheers, boos, or uncomfortable sighs) as a misandrist jab at literally all men on Earth.
The show was essentially a demo version of the musical, in that the setlist vaguely reflected the order of events in the story – but prior reading was essential in order to get what the hell was going on on stage. This one Broadway reviewer had not perused the literature before seeing the show 🔍, and hated: the set, the choreography, the skits, the plot, the lyrics, the music, the concept. (Seriously, you should read the review. It's not even my show and I feel like quitting show business.)
Pre-show VIP encounters, now violin-free, were lorded over by EA's new manager🐀, whose official title was “Asylum Headmistress”. (Interesting choice – she sounds fun!) The swag bags were less substantial than before, and the “greet” part of the meet-and-greet was rarely more than a quick hug and photo op.
On Twitter, EA continued to embrace her “I am very badass” fronting attitude...
Spurred on by EA's rallying cries and “us vs them” mentality, loyalists turned the white-knighting up to 11. On Twitter, some Plague Rats got into cat fights with Lady Gaga's Little Monsters (what a time to be alive). Others tried to balance out the Tumblr negativity with initiatives like “Spreading a Plague of Love” – a “positive-only” confession blog, whose extreme fangirling, comically drastic rules and hyper-defensive tone📝 did not debunk the increasingly popular notion that “true Plague Rats” were a bunch of authoritarian and hopelessly brainwashed fanatics.
EA truthers and other anti-fans started lashing out at anyone who dared express any positive opinion of EA, solidifying claims that the backlash against EA was just a conspiracy of bitter, hysterical bullies.
All this to say: every passing day brought new reasons for fans to get mad at EA and each other, and everyone in the Asylum was in need of a laugh. It's not easy having a good time.🦠
Leading up to Fight Like a Girl and in the years that followed, user-submission-based meme blogs took off, most notably “Spreading a Plague of Lulz / Troll Like a Girl”. A lot of the early submissions were absurdist humor and toothless, cheezburger-Impact memes (a style that was, oddly, already dated at the time). Those often originated in good fun, and from loyal fans, on the official forum. But there was also true snark, satirizing EA's questionable ethics, outrageous claims, and easily spoofed artistic gimmicks. A new slang of Asylumspeak emerged: Glittertits (slight NSFW), GAGA!!, EA Gusta and all its memeface variants, Get outta mah house!, Are You Suffering?, Fight Like A Goat, [Random celebrity] copied EA (a subgenre in its own right), ...
Most of the “trolling” was directed at unrepentant bootlickers and, to a lesser extent, red-in-the-face haters and creeps. Meme blogs would post joke comments under “serious” or gushing submissions on Wayward Victorian Confessions, and taunt loyalist accounts by tagging them in their posts. When a few people complained on WVC that almost all of the Bloody Crumpets to date had been thin white able-bodied women, and a few fans responded by sharing their dream-casts for a more diverse line-up, the blog was flooded for days with confessions that “X should be a Crumpet” (candidates included RuPaul, Mitt Romney, Nicki Minaj, EA's therapist, and the WVC admins). Farcical shenanigans like that.
Ah, but some people will always cross the line, won't they. EA threads popped up on merciless, bully-friendly snark platforms like Lolcow, Pretty Ugly Little Liar, and Encyclopedia Dramatica. Snarkers with a mean streak and obsessive haters mingled in some of the more aggressive, 4-chan-spirited retaliation against EA – which would be called “brigading” in modern parlance. This included flooding EA's Goodreads page with one-star reviews (see part 4), repeatedly editing her Wikipedia page to include her legal name and birth year, and ensuring that Googling said name would bring up current pictures of her.
All of this compounded agitation fragmented the once-united fandom beyond recognition.🦠 Through substantial disagreements among fans, personal bickerings, layers upon layers of inscrutable in-jokes, and cross-platform telephone games, the Asylum morphed into a booby-trapped Escher room.
Satire blogs were taken in earnest. Earnest fan blogs scanned as satire. Memes would get called out as abuse. Appreciation without attached criticism would get mocked as bootlicking. Obvious jokes made by EA would be taken at face value. One divisive confession could trigger days and days of debate, to the point that WVC eventually banned confessions in response to other confessions. New waves of infighting created a confusing web of rival sub-factions🐀, each accusing the others of being toxic, cliquish, and delusional.
The shared fantasy was broken, the collective vision had crumbled, no onez was speaking the same language anymore. Fans would jump down the throat of other fans who held almost identical views about EA, except for that one thing she said or did that one time. Everyone had differing thoughts on what should or shouldn't acceptable to discuss, question, excuse, make fun of.
War is hell.
That's not entirely fair: unlike EA, the czar only did it that once.
By early 2013, as EA was gearing up for her third Fight Like a Girl tour at the end of the year, the official forum was... not as lively as it once had been. Not just because of the stifling rules and disgruntlement towards EA, or because EA herself hadn't really posted anything on there in years; the Internet was also changing, and forums in general were fast becoming passé.
This made it difficult for EA to create a safe space where she could talk to fans, and fans could talk to and about her, in a way she deemed suitable (ie, a space she could gate-keep and regulate enough to keep it completely free from negative criticism). Social media was a minefield; she still posted regularly, but didn't interact very much. So EA and the Headmistress came up with a way to filter out the unbelievers: an official fan club📝, aptly called the “Asylum Army”, with a $100 entry price.
Joining the AA came with a dog tag, a sew-on patch, and a lifetime membership certificate signed by EA and – for some reason – the Headmistress. (Unlike EA's best friend and sound engineer back in the forum's heyday, I don't think fans ever really embraced the FLAG-era manager as part of the Asylum in-group. She came across more as a coordinator / businessperson / adult chaperone, at best.🐀) So, slightly better goodies than you'd get by joining the other AA 🔍 ... but not by much. The main appeal was that members would have access to exclusive content, special merch, giveaways, early bird tickets for future shows, and regular video chats with EA.
The concept itself drew a fair amount of criticism, as you can imagine. Between the name🐀, the price, and the inherent gatekeeping of a pay-to-join fanclub, many balked at the monetizing of a concept that had once (like, three years back) been significantly more DIY, grassroots, and inclusive. 📝🐀
Then again, many also longed for a positive, drama-free space where fans could just be fans. And while the creation of the AA was generally recognized as a quick cashgrab, a lot of people were surprisingly cool with it. EA was trying to finance her dream musical, after all – although a number of fans wished she had gone about raising funds in a less sketchy way.
So around 400 fans shelled out (which, according to the Headmistress📝, “basically cover[ed] the cost of running the fanclub itself – keeping the database up, website, etc.”). Enough for a close-knit, but sizable community. But already, there was a conflict of interest: a high fanclub entry fee essentially demands that you pledge loyalty to the artist over loyalty to your fellow fans, who wish to join but can't afford to. Sharing, caring, and ensuring no one felt left out were some of the more positive values cultivated in the fandom... but leaking exclusive content would surely piss off other paying members🐀, and make EA feel betrayed all over again. (And she had barely just started to mellow out on social media!)
...But then again, this is the internet. After the first month of secret AA drops (lyric sheets, some photoshoot outtakes – nothing too juicy, really), there were, yes, some leaks. EA was predictably miffed, and retaliated by... ghosting the fanclub for weeks at a time in its first few months of existence (great look!). She eventually found the “solution” to her problem, by providing something you couldn't right-click-save (and which had been part of the promised perks to begin with): live interaction.
Over webcam, she was her usual in-person bubbly, charming, funny self. Everyone seemingly had a good time during the fanclub video chat, and this gave people faith and hope.
There were a few more events, giveaways, etc. As promised, ahead of the fall 2013 tour (the last one to date, it would turn out), AA members got priority access to show tickets and VIP bundles. The latter were much pricier than before, and only included soundcheck, a photo-op, and three goodies: a tin of loose-leaf tea, a signed printer-paper setlist, and a small flag that said “F.L.A.G.”.🔍 Some stuff continued to leak – but, as some of the outlaws pointed out (scroll down to the Disqus comments), they were mostly relaying information that was relevant to the entire fanbase, such as updates about ongoing projects (the dragged-out recording of the audiobook, for one).
In early 2014, lifetime memberships were closed, and replaced with monthly, quarterly and yearly subscription tiers. Bizarrely, you ended up paying $3 more per month if you bought a $99 yearly subscription📝 – but it did include the patch, dog tag, and piece of paper!
For the still-too-poor or still-undecided, there was always the forum! It wasn't as active as it used to be, but a few die-hards still managed to keep the lights on... until, inevitably, Someone Did Something and Ruined Everything. (Once again: EA's wrath is spectacular, but rarely completely unprovoked.) The incident features one notable figure in the Asylum community. Let's call him the Collector.
OK, so maybe you remember the meme I linked to in Part 4, with Christian Grey and the ginormous EA hoard. Well, that's the Collector's collection. The “Violin” promo that I called the "Holy Grail of the fandom" in the same paragraph? Also his. The handwritten lyrics that went for $940? Guess who won that auction. Over the years, the Collector had probably spent five figures on EA merch and shows, and although that fact was a little unsettling, he was a very active, easy-going, and generally well-liked fixture of the fandom.
One day in 2012, shortly after the Headmistress had replaced EA's old Chicago BFF as main forum admin, the Collector's account got banned or restricted over something dumb. When the ban wasn't lifted as quickly as he hoped, he took it... the way one takes things when one is unhealthily invested: he started spamming Headmistress and the mod team with increasingly rambling and abusive emails (lost to time, probably for the best). When that didn't work quickly enough, he tried a different route.
One of the many auctions that the Collector had won, some years prior, was EA's old iPod Touch📝 – which contained all of her favorite tunes and, buried somewhere in the data cache... a phone number. Which the Collector tried calling. And wouldn't you know it: EA picked up. She congratulated him on his sleuthing skills, listened patiently as he made his case, apologized for any distress caused by the unfair account restriction, and then they got married.
Kidding! She freaked the fuck out, hung up, and banned him for life from the forum and all EA shows and events.
After his ban, the Collector allegedly still tried to attend at least one VIP pre-show (one source in the comments says he was allowed to buy some merch, refunded for his ticket, and escorted out). He joined the Reform forum to bitch about EA and try to rally people to his cause, possibly made revenge posts about her on darker snark forums, and continued to hound the Asylum mod team. So in June 2014, EA came up with a radical and unexpected fix to the Collector problem.
The obliteration of the forum took everyone by surprise...
...Well, no point in living in the past. For those who could afford it, and still wanted to talk to/about EA after that (not everyone did 🐀), there was always the Asylum Army fanclub!
Over the summer of 2014, EA held regular live chats and Q&A's, and... many attendees really enjoyed them, and thought the AA was well worth the money after all. She also quietly parted ways with the much poo-pooed Headmistress around that time.
Turns out the fanclub had been the Headmistress' idea all along. EA had been reluctant from the start, and although she really enjoyed the live chats with a safe community of people “who are there for the right reasons”, she couldn't overcome her fundamental discomfort with the concept. Lifetime and regular members would receive a bunch of digital downloads and a -35% coupon on the Asylum Emporium for their troubles. EA said she would definitely pop back once in a while for live chats, for free, just for fun, but to my knowledge, she never did.
And so the most devoted fans were left standing in the rain...
But there were no chats or live shows anymore. There was only social media, where she ignored questions and vague-posted about overdue projects – and the newsletter📝, which was all saccharine love-bombing to promote bland dropshipped trinkets. For fans who remembered the handcrafted merch (and two-way communication) of the early years, it was a bitter pill to swallow.
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Welcome back to the Asylum write-up, where we explore the decade-long slow-motion car crash that is the Emilie Autumn fandom.
Sorry this installment took so long to upload! Just a heads-up, I may take some time to deliver the last one too – these posts take forever to format on Reddit's finicky-ass editor, and my dumb real life is currently keeping me from precious Internet time. Thank you for your patience! You have my word that everyone who pre-ordered the final installment will receive a PERSONAL, HANDWRITTEN letter autographed and illustrated by me, a list of the snacks I consumed while composing this write-up, some exclusive behind-the-scenes secrets, and a pony.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4.1 – Part 4.2 Part 5
Places, everyone This is a test Throw your stones Do your damage Your worst, and your best (...) And if I had a dollar For every time I repented the sin And commit the same crime I'd be sitting on top of the world today (“God Help Me”, 2006🎵)Quick recap of where we left off. First, there were five to ten halcyon years of pleasant and meaningful interactions between EA and her blossoming fanbase, prominently by way of her official forum. Then, circa 2009-2010, EA's online presence shifted towards sudden anger outbursts, ban-hammering, and an increasingly top-down communication style.
This created a sort of primordial rift within the fanbase, between those who supported EA's right to speak her mind and regulate her own fan spaces however she pleased – and those who thought that her reactions were rude and inappropriate (at best), and that even fan spaces should allow for reasonable, non-abusive criticism of the artist.
Between a poorly-handled book release (see Part 3), the controversial (Part 2) or dubiously true (Part 4) contents of said book, and serious shade from various former collaborators (Part 5), more and more fans had pressing thoughts about EA's work ethic and choices. EA attempted damage control through drastic forum rules that made it virtually impossible to voice any “serious” critical opinion. It didn't work, of course: instead of squashing the mutiny, she created a schism.
Critical fans and active haters started congregating on unofficial platforms.
“WITH MUFFINS LIKE THIS, WHO NEEDS ENEMIES?”: TROLL LIKE A GIRL
So here we were, the early 2010s. The official forum (which had about 700 members in 2006, if you recall) was now thousands-strong, reaching just over 12,000 registered users in 2012 – not all of them active, but still. In terms of sheer numbers and content creation, the party was POPPIN'... but increasingly in parts of the Asylum that escaped EA's jurisdiction, such as Tumblr, where they could speak their mind freely.You play the victim very well You've built your self-indulgent hell You wanted someone to understand you Well, be careful what you wish for, because I do (“I Know Where You Sleep”, 2006🎵)In one wing of Asylum Tumblr, a smattering of call-out blogs emerged, which laid out EA's various lies, faux pas, shitty takes, and general deep-seated terribleness in detailed timelines and screenshots (or, short of that, long-winded bullet points). While many such blogs framed it as “serious” whistleblowing and did their best to remain as fact-based and neutral as they could, there was some genuine disgust, animosity and creepiness towards EA on that side of Tumblr; for some ex-fans, “exposing the truth” was mostly justify obsessive hatred, prying and verbal abuse. Some, for instance, felt the bizarre need to side with EA's mother in their estrangement. (One user, with the URL “emilyautumnfischkopf”, argued in a serious and down-to-earth tone - but with zero sources - that EA's upbringing had been nothing but peaceful and supportive until she ungratefully kicked her loving family to the curb for no reason at all. They were later revealed 🔍 to have an alternate handle as “eaisalyingcunt”.)
Either way, through these blogs, a number of potential drama bombs that had mostly flown under the radar were dredged up from over the years – some of which were hard to ignore, even for supportive fans. Where to begin?
There was that nonsense in-joke song, captured twice on camera during the 2009 tour (to very little outrage, at the time), crassly called “Manatee Retard”📺. Or EA's scathing response, in print, to a wheelchair user who found it insensitive that she used a bedazzled wheelchair as a prop to do sexy acrobatics on stage. (“Your offence taken at my hard-won self-acceptance proves that I indeed have something to fight against”, she wrote). Spoken word tracks where she made trivializing knock-knock jokes about serious mental illnesses she didn't have, like schizophrenia and OCD. Multiple instances of calling Britney Spears a “bimbo” and a “Hollywood fucked-up”, resentfully claiming that she only shaved her head because she was “hopped up on drugs” and certainly not because she was “bipolar”, a word the press liked to wield as an insult anyway. (“That's almost like calling someone a retard!” Yeah, heaven forbid.) The meanest, most distasteful paragraphs in the book. Basically everything problematic EA had ever said or written.📝 In retrospect, it had been a long time coming, but it was a lot to take in – and certainly more off-putting, even to less emotionally invested fans, than silly lies about her age and last name.
In another wing of Asylum Tumblr, some fans had had it up to here and just wanted to have fun. 🎵 If Plague Rats had learned one valuable lesson from EA, it was how to crack a joke in the face of absurd tragedy – and the general state of the EA fandom certainly warranted a few.
In 2012, Fight Like a Girl was released. After six long years, three of which had been peaceful, the Opheliac era was officially over. The new album and ensuing tour confirmed that the Asylum had entered a process of glamorous Broadway-style militarization. 🎵📺
The mood board was “Roman general meets Vegas showgirl meets Victorian street urchin”.🪞 The color palette was, to naysayers, “musty pink and rotten, stale piss yellow”. 🐀 The keyword was “REVENGE” (through the power of... self-expression! sorority! brutal assault with rusty medical implements!). The chorus of the title song had an intriguing run-on line about getting “revenge on the world, or at least 49% of the people in it” 🎵 – which seemed like an awful lot, and was widely interpreted (to cheers, boos, or uncomfortable sighs) as a misandrist jab at literally all men on Earth.
The show was essentially a demo version of the musical, in that the setlist vaguely reflected the order of events in the story – but prior reading was essential in order to get what the hell was going on on stage. This one Broadway reviewer had not perused the literature before seeing the show 🔍, and hated: the set, the choreography, the skits, the plot, the lyrics, the music, the concept. (Seriously, you should read the review. It's not even my show and I feel like quitting show business.)
Pre-show VIP encounters, now violin-free, were lorded over by EA's new manager🐀, whose official title was “Asylum Headmistress”. (Interesting choice – she sounds fun!) The swag bags were less substantial than before, and the “greet” part of the meet-and-greet was rarely more than a quick hug and photo op.
On Twitter, EA continued to embrace her “I am very badass” fronting attitude...
Often wonder if cyberbullies r aware they’re fucking w/ a girl who’s BFs w/ maker of the SAW films & is marrying a knife-throwing scorpion. (🐀📝)...and her taste for needlessly inflammatory statements. About an aisle sign in a supermarket:
If this does not infuriate you, then you're a fucking potato.(Again with the confounding crypto-ableism, EA! 🔍) She also went through a phase of raging against Lady Gaga 📝, who had stolen her idea of using a wheelchair on stage as an able-bodied woman. 🔍 That failed to convince anyone that she wasn't the histrionic diva that haters made her out to be.
Spurred on by EA's rallying cries and “us vs them” mentality, loyalists turned the white-knighting up to 11. On Twitter, some Plague Rats got into cat fights with Lady Gaga's Little Monsters (what a time to be alive). Others tried to balance out the Tumblr negativity with initiatives like “Spreading a Plague of Love” – a “positive-only” confession blog, whose extreme fangirling, comically drastic rules and hyper-defensive tone📝 did not debunk the increasingly popular notion that “true Plague Rats” were a bunch of authoritarian and hopelessly brainwashed fanatics.
EA truthers and other anti-fans started lashing out at anyone who dared express any positive opinion of EA, solidifying claims that the backlash against EA was just a conspiracy of bitter, hysterical bullies.
All this to say: every passing day brought new reasons for fans to get mad at EA and each other, and everyone in the Asylum was in need of a laugh. It's not easy having a good time.🦠
Leading up to Fight Like a Girl and in the years that followed, user-submission-based meme blogs took off, most notably “Spreading a Plague of Lulz / Troll Like a Girl”. A lot of the early submissions were absurdist humor and toothless, cheezburger-Impact memes (a style that was, oddly, already dated at the time). Those often originated in good fun, and from loyal fans, on the official forum. But there was also true snark, satirizing EA's questionable ethics, outrageous claims, and easily spoofed artistic gimmicks. A new slang of Asylumspeak emerged: Glittertits (slight NSFW), GAGA!!, EA Gusta and all its memeface variants, Get outta mah house!, Are You Suffering?, Fight Like A Goat, [Random celebrity] copied EA (a subgenre in its own right), ...
Most of the “trolling” was directed at unrepentant bootlickers and, to a lesser extent, red-in-the-face haters and creeps. Meme blogs would post joke comments under “serious” or gushing submissions on Wayward Victorian Confessions, and taunt loyalist accounts by tagging them in their posts. When a few people complained on WVC that almost all of the Bloody Crumpets to date had been thin white able-bodied women, and a few fans responded by sharing their dream-casts for a more diverse line-up, the blog was flooded for days with confessions that “X should be a Crumpet” (candidates included RuPaul, Mitt Romney, Nicki Minaj, EA's therapist, and the WVC admins). Farcical shenanigans like that.
Ah, but some people will always cross the line, won't they. EA threads popped up on merciless, bully-friendly snark platforms like Lolcow, Pretty Ugly Little Liar, and Encyclopedia Dramatica. Snarkers with a mean streak and obsessive haters mingled in some of the more aggressive, 4-chan-spirited retaliation against EA – which would be called “brigading” in modern parlance. This included flooding EA's Goodreads page with one-star reviews (see part 4), repeatedly editing her Wikipedia page to include her legal name and birth year, and ensuring that Googling said name would bring up current pictures of her.
All of this compounded agitation fragmented the once-united fandom beyond recognition.🦠 Through substantial disagreements among fans, personal bickerings, layers upon layers of inscrutable in-jokes, and cross-platform telephone games, the Asylum morphed into a booby-trapped Escher room.
Satire blogs were taken in earnest. Earnest fan blogs scanned as satire. Memes would get called out as abuse. Appreciation without attached criticism would get mocked as bootlicking. Obvious jokes made by EA would be taken at face value. One divisive confession could trigger days and days of debate, to the point that WVC eventually banned confessions in response to other confessions. New waves of infighting created a confusing web of rival sub-factions🐀, each accusing the others of being toxic, cliquish, and delusional.
The shared fantasy was broken, the collective vision had crumbled, no onez was speaking the same language anymore. Fans would jump down the throat of other fans who held almost identical views about EA, except for that one thing she said or did that one time. Everyone had differing thoughts on what should or shouldn't acceptable to discuss, question, excuse, make fun of.
War is hell.
SCORCHED EARTH SHENANIGANS: HONEY, I SHRUNK THE ASYLUM
Would you tear my castle down Stone by stone And let the wind run through my windows Till there was nothing left But a battered rose? (“Castle Down”, 2003🎵)Haters vs sycophants is not really the kind of conflict where one side can come out on top (if you're participating, you've already lost). But in the long tug-of-war between “grassroots” and “EA-sponsored” fan spaces, the ultimate winner is obvious – in that the former is gasping in agony, a shriveled husk of its former glory, while the latter... is non-existent. This is due in no small part to EA's tendency, like the Czars of old, to settle conflicts by setting Moscow on fire.🔍)
That's not entirely fair: unlike EA, the czar only did it that once.
By early 2013, as EA was gearing up for her third Fight Like a Girl tour at the end of the year, the official forum was... not as lively as it once had been. Not just because of the stifling rules and disgruntlement towards EA, or because EA herself hadn't really posted anything on there in years; the Internet was also changing, and forums in general were fast becoming passé.
This made it difficult for EA to create a safe space where she could talk to fans, and fans could talk to and about her, in a way she deemed suitable (ie, a space she could gate-keep and regulate enough to keep it completely free from negative criticism). Social media was a minefield; she still posted regularly, but didn't interact very much. So EA and the Headmistress came up with a way to filter out the unbelievers: an official fan club📝, aptly called the “Asylum Army”, with a $100 entry price.
Joining the AA came with a dog tag, a sew-on patch, and a lifetime membership certificate signed by EA and – for some reason – the Headmistress. (Unlike EA's best friend and sound engineer back in the forum's heyday, I don't think fans ever really embraced the FLAG-era manager as part of the Asylum in-group. She came across more as a coordinator / businessperson / adult chaperone, at best.🐀) So, slightly better goodies than you'd get by joining the other AA 🔍 ... but not by much. The main appeal was that members would have access to exclusive content, special merch, giveaways, early bird tickets for future shows, and regular video chats with EA.
The concept itself drew a fair amount of criticism, as you can imagine. Between the name🐀, the price, and the inherent gatekeeping of a pay-to-join fanclub, many balked at the monetizing of a concept that had once (like, three years back) been significantly more DIY, grassroots, and inclusive. 📝🐀
Then again, many also longed for a positive, drama-free space where fans could just be fans. And while the creation of the AA was generally recognized as a quick cashgrab, a lot of people were surprisingly cool with it. EA was trying to finance her dream musical, after all – although a number of fans wished she had gone about raising funds in a less sketchy way.
So around 400 fans shelled out (which, according to the Headmistress📝, “basically cover[ed] the cost of running the fanclub itself – keeping the database up, website, etc.”). Enough for a close-knit, but sizable community. But already, there was a conflict of interest: a high fanclub entry fee essentially demands that you pledge loyalty to the artist over loyalty to your fellow fans, who wish to join but can't afford to. Sharing, caring, and ensuring no one felt left out were some of the more positive values cultivated in the fandom... but leaking exclusive content would surely piss off other paying members🐀, and make EA feel betrayed all over again. (And she had barely just started to mellow out on social media!)
...But then again, this is the internet. After the first month of secret AA drops (lyric sheets, some photoshoot outtakes – nothing too juicy, really), there were, yes, some leaks. EA was predictably miffed, and retaliated by... ghosting the fanclub for weeks at a time in its first few months of existence (great look!). She eventually found the “solution” to her problem, by providing something you couldn't right-click-save (and which had been part of the promised perks to begin with): live interaction.
Over webcam, she was her usual in-person bubbly, charming, funny self. Everyone seemingly had a good time during the fanclub video chat, and this gave people faith and hope.
There were a few more events, giveaways, etc. As promised, ahead of the fall 2013 tour (the last one to date, it would turn out), AA members got priority access to show tickets and VIP bundles. The latter were much pricier than before, and only included soundcheck, a photo-op, and three goodies: a tin of loose-leaf tea, a signed printer-paper setlist, and a small flag that said “F.L.A.G.”.🔍 Some stuff continued to leak – but, as some of the outlaws pointed out (scroll down to the Disqus comments), they were mostly relaying information that was relevant to the entire fanbase, such as updates about ongoing projects (the dragged-out recording of the audiobook, for one).
In early 2014, lifetime memberships were closed, and replaced with monthly, quarterly and yearly subscription tiers. Bizarrely, you ended up paying $3 more per month if you bought a $99 yearly subscription📝 – but it did include the patch, dog tag, and piece of paper!
Sometimes I kind of want to be part of the cool kids and register to the Asylum Army. Then I remember how it came about, what you could get for the same price a couple years ago, how the whole thing was and is handled, and that I won’t support any of this bullshit. (And then I roll around naked in all the money I’m saving.) (🐀)Still, a number of fans rejoiced at the affordable monthly option, and joined – if not for the exclusive content and merch (which were... okay, but not much to write home about), then for the friendly, drama-free exchanges with an artist they actually did love, in spite of all the frustration.
For the still-too-poor or still-undecided, there was always the forum! It wasn't as active as it used to be, but a few die-hards still managed to keep the lights on... until, inevitably, Someone Did Something and Ruined Everything. (Once again: EA's wrath is spectacular, but rarely completely unprovoked.) The incident features one notable figure in the Asylum community. Let's call him the Collector.
OK, so maybe you remember the meme I linked to in Part 4, with Christian Grey and the ginormous EA hoard. Well, that's the Collector's collection. The “Violin” promo that I called the "Holy Grail of the fandom" in the same paragraph? Also his. The handwritten lyrics that went for $940? Guess who won that auction. Over the years, the Collector had probably spent five figures on EA merch and shows, and although that fact was a little unsettling, he was a very active, easy-going, and generally well-liked fixture of the fandom.
One day in 2012, shortly after the Headmistress had replaced EA's old Chicago BFF as main forum admin, the Collector's account got banned or restricted over something dumb. When the ban wasn't lifted as quickly as he hoped, he took it... the way one takes things when one is unhealthily invested: he started spamming Headmistress and the mod team with increasingly rambling and abusive emails (lost to time, probably for the best). When that didn't work quickly enough, he tried a different route.
One of the many auctions that the Collector had won, some years prior, was EA's old iPod Touch📝 – which contained all of her favorite tunes and, buried somewhere in the data cache... a phone number. Which the Collector tried calling. And wouldn't you know it: EA picked up. She congratulated him on his sleuthing skills, listened patiently as he made his case, apologized for any distress caused by the unfair account restriction, and then they got married.
Kidding! She freaked the fuck out, hung up, and banned him for life from the forum and all EA shows and events.
After his ban, the Collector allegedly still tried to attend at least one VIP pre-show (one source in the comments says he was allowed to buy some merch, refunded for his ticket, and escorted out). He joined the Reform forum to bitch about EA and try to rally people to his cause, possibly made revenge posts about her on darker snark forums, and continued to hound the Asylum mod team. So in June 2014, EA came up with a radical and unexpected fix to the Collector problem.
The official Asylum Fan Forum has been shut down permanently. I have personally paid thousands of dollars each year to keep the forum safe and secure for you ... Unfortunately, the forum has not been kept safe and secure for me, a truth which disappoints me greatly, instead becoming a place where people who have physically threatened myself and my staff prey upon forum members, pressuring them to contact me and my staff on their behalf. If the gullible wish to humor my stalkers (who live in their parent’s basement at age 30 something) and thus put me in danger, they may do it on their own dime. They may also fuck off, because stupidity can kill, and I won’t be your victim. To those who enjoyed the forum, you know who to thank for its closure. (“On the closing of the Asylum Forum”)Voilà! This is how a decade-long archive of shared history ends: not with a bang, but with a dirty delete and a sod-off communiqué.
The obliteration of the forum took everyone by surprise...
I was actually on the forum when it was taken down. I was navigating between posts and when I went to click on a different board, an error message came up. I honestly cried a little, I'm not ashamed to say. (WVC admin on Reddit, 2024)...and I do mean everyone:
Chicago BFF / ex-admin, the next morning: Whoa, EA forum shut down? Ex-mod: It turns out that if someone spends enough years actively “waging war” to destroy what they can’t have, eventually they’ll be successful. * eye roll * Not even mods got prior warning. Just all the sudden, poof, gone. BFF: Really? She did not let the moderators know?! This is sounding worse and worse. Uggh. I’m so sorry. Such a loss. (...) Ok, threats are serious, but why not just put it in archive mode so no one can post? (...) Sad. I shall light a candle in the forum's honor. (Facebook posts; scroll down for screenshots)It was a gut punch, especially for people who had poured countless hours into the community, or could have used some prior warning to save years of their own writing from the role-playing threads. One last chance to take a look around the place that had meant so much to so many.
From the wording of the announcement of closing the forum and a number of other things, it sometimes seems like EA doesn't like her fans much. :/ (🐀)Three months after the forum was nuked, Battered Rose (a venerable EA fansite, which had been around since the Enchant era and had one of the most complete EA galleries online) announced that it was shutting down too.📝 The admin, who had also been a long-time forum mod, cited a lack of “time, energy, passion, or money” to keep the website going... and being upset at the sudden disappearance of the forum. It was, truly, the end of an era for the Asylum.
...Well, no point in living in the past. For those who could afford it, and still wanted to talk to/about EA after that (not everyone did 🐀), there was always the Asylum Army fanclub!
Over the summer of 2014, EA held regular live chats and Q&A's, and... many attendees really enjoyed them, and thought the AA was well worth the money after all. She also quietly parted ways with the much poo-pooed Headmistress around that time.
Just spent over 4 hours giggling, drinking tea and playing guessing games in chat with EA and other Asylum Army members ... No griping, no downers, just lots of fun. I think I like the way the ‘new fandom’ is going and now I’m really glad I finally decided to join the Army. (September 4, 2014🐀; Battered Rose had closed the day before)The forum was lost forever, but perhaps that was a chance for a fresh start. Could this fanclub thing really be the Asylum Renaissance that fans had been longing for?
...I have come today to a very difficult but necessary decision, and that is to discontinue the Emilie Autumn Official Fanclub. The site itself, and the community chatroom, will remain open to you indefinitely, but I will no longer be making updates to the site. (Newsletter, September 8, 2014📝)...Never mind, then.
Turns out the fanclub had been the Headmistress' idea all along. EA had been reluctant from the start, and although she really enjoyed the live chats with a safe community of people “who are there for the right reasons”, she couldn't overcome her fundamental discomfort with the concept. Lifetime and regular members would receive a bunch of digital downloads and a -35% coupon on the Asylum Emporium for their troubles. EA said she would definitely pop back once in a while for live chats, for free, just for fun, but to my knowledge, she never did.
And so the most devoted fans were left standing in the rain...
She is happy, she made it. She is fulfilling her dreams, found love and happiness after all the pain. I understand that she now doesn’t need “us” anymore ... That doesn’t change the fact she broke my heart with taking the Asylum Army and the forum from me. Yet, I am happy for her. (🐀)...while naysayers pointed and laughed, Nelson-style.🦠
I don’t feel sorry at all for the people that paid for the Asylum Army fan club. Most of them knew that EA is an atrocious business woman and has broken many promises before. In fact, I laugh at them. They seriously thought that EA would actually stay consistent with this? (🐀)
EVERYTHING MUST GO: THE ASYLUM WHOLESALE
EA fans were left without an “official” home for about three years. This gave them plenty of time to be annoyed at EA for: not releasing the audiobook on time, not materializing any new project for a while... and the new sin of peddling random, ridiculously marked-up AliBaba jewelry as “merch” on her official store. Think faux-antique cameo pendants and $30 Big Ben rings (...because the Asylum story is set in London, get it?).The whole accessories section looks like a tacky overpriced English souvenir shop. (🐀)The fanbase lost a lost of steam in those in-between years, because there wasn't much to stick around for. As evidenced by the positive reception of the AA live chats, even in the midst of unresolved drama, out-loud interactions in a friendly environment have always been EA's saving grace. Considering the amount of online hate, there are shockingly few accounts of bad IRL encounters with EA: most people say that in live conversation, she comes across as a fun, warm, and genuinely sweet person. Some report that their negative opinion shifted after meeting her.
But there were no chats or live shows anymore. There was only social media, where she ignored questions and vague-posted about overdue projects – and the newsletter📝, which was all saccharine love-bombing to promote bland dropshipped trinkets. For fans who remembered the handcrafted merch (and two-way communication) of the early years, it was a bitter pill to swallow.
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2024.05.19 12:27 ChaCha-Charlie Do you buy only the best / high end?
I own less than 120 things (kitchen, bedroom, tools, clothes ect), all of which can fit in my mid-sized SUV. Everything I own has had countless hours of research into finding out what item(s) are best.
For instance my custom EDC knife took 2 months to conjure up before having the order placed. Hours of researching and brainstorming what metals suit my purpose best, what scale/handle material hold up best, what color(s) coordinate better with my personality, what blade design and size are more suitable for my persona. Everything about that knife was scrutinized. This little knife will cost me over 400. This is a purchasing process that all my items go through.
My pc setup is about 5k, it took 1 months to come up with the components list. My kitchen pots, utensils, accessories are worth 2k it took 3 months of trying many brands before settling. My bed (two blankets + yoga mat) is 800, it took 2 months of trying out different blankets. Sometimes the best I can have is something I have to make myself (such as furniture) even then It's not cheap.
TLDR: I'm not rich. I save my money to accumulate the best items I can afford. I see everything I buy as the last item of its kind which I will own. To me everything is an investment. Does anyone else share the same state of mind?
EDIT: someone pointed out this as a trait of OCD which I am diagnosed with. I take great pleasure in the purchasing / replacement process to think it may be the sole reason why I’m deep into minimalism comforts me.
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For instance my custom EDC knife took 2 months to conjure up before having the order placed. Hours of researching and brainstorming what metals suit my purpose best, what scale/handle material hold up best, what color(s) coordinate better with my personality, what blade design and size are more suitable for my persona. Everything about that knife was scrutinized. This little knife will cost me over 400. This is a purchasing process that all my items go through.
My pc setup is about 5k, it took 1 months to come up with the components list. My kitchen pots, utensils, accessories are worth 2k it took 3 months of trying many brands before settling. My bed (two blankets + yoga mat) is 800, it took 2 months of trying out different blankets. Sometimes the best I can have is something I have to make myself (such as furniture) even then It's not cheap.
TLDR: I'm not rich. I save my money to accumulate the best items I can afford. I see everything I buy as the last item of its kind which I will own. To me everything is an investment. Does anyone else share the same state of mind?
EDIT: someone pointed out this as a trait of OCD which I am diagnosed with. I take great pleasure in the purchasing / replacement process to think it may be the sole reason why I’m deep into minimalism comforts me.