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Like to see Vic "after work" hours. No so many scenes like that in the show. Not warming food, chaos around the house and tank top on Vic body.
Dialog is good and I think it's the first time when Vic and Aceveda creates some sort of "benefit" relationships. This type of relationships will be always in the show later. I think Vic and Aceveda feel something to each other even they always try to see only disgust to each other. Great script detail and character development.
Mackey VS Aceveda - YouTube
P.S. Yeah, music in background great too) "Blue on Black - Kenny Wayne Shepherd"
P.S.S. My "post show depression" is stiil high. Wanna put content in this subreddit. Let's discuss.

Hey just wanted to share my AU I kinda wrote up roughly. I by no means want to act like this is better than what we got. I merely wanted to share an alternative way this newest Homeworld game could have gone.
I feel like a interesting story could have centered around this legendary god like fleet that Karen has crafted. The Khar Sajuk and its accompanying navy being the epitome of Higaran technology and prowess. Imogen and her mothership being equipped with the very first synthetic core. Serving as a view of the future.
Instead of the anomaly being this great threat that has existed for years that the galaxy has just been ignoring. Have it be something Imogen accidentally releases have the second mission be the maiden voyage of the new mothership where they fight some pirates and test their new core on a hyperspace gate. Only to release this grave threat against the galaxy.
You can still have an unsure Imogen who feels unprepared and unsuited for her role only now it will feel much more natural because she’s being thrusted into an impossible situation that she had a part in starting. After barely fleeing the second mission have the next objective be the return to Higara to warn of the coming threat. It’s there we see the initial unprecedented destruction and chaos caused.
It’s here where the Khar Sajuk and Karen once more take up the role as the defenders of the Higaran people. With their three progenitor cores being able to respond and reposition across the galaxy better than any other fleet. Such assets would be wasted in being sent into the unknown to discover the source of the anomaly.
Imogen is sent on a desperate mission to seek the heart of this threat. While Karen defends the empire from this new overwhelming fleet. Have a mission where Imogen assists Taiiden forces who have been caught with their pants down by this new threat. As the campaign progress you get reports on how Karen has developed better hyperspace inhibitors that block these new hyperspace weaponization. Thus preventing planets from being glasses however she remains unable to be everywhere at once meaning enemy fleets and task forces still wreak havoc across known space.
As Imogen further progresses the war on the home front turns into a attritional meat grinder where the legendary Sajuk fleet is whittled down piece by piece. Imogen is unable to defeat the Queen or (insert grave evil here) or she arrives to late to stop them. Resulting in them being able to use an advanced form of Hyperspace jump gate or some other technobabble contraption. where they are able to bypass the new inhibitors and a huge fleet is suddenly over the sky’s of Higara.
Imogen desperately follows through this advanced gate or whatever technobabble device. Arriving elsewhere in the Higaran system. Karen and the Sajuk fleet are embroiled in fierce combat with this great threats main force. Imogen spends this mission assisting arriving Kiith forces who have returned to defend their home. Perfect time to call out the Beast Slayers, Kiith Soban, Kiith Naabal, Kiith, Kiith Manaan, or potentially dozens of new Kiith. Have your efforts in this fight play a role in the coming battles. Making the coming battles easier if you saved more allied forces.
Where once successful and (hopefully) reinforced by the newly arriving Kiith Fleets. Imogen rushes into combat not joining the main fight rather instead rushing to the defense of the new Hyperspace inhibitor the only thing preventing Higara from being glassed. Once you’ve relived the battered defense fleet and secured the inhibitor. You join Karen in the final push to drive the menace from the home world’s skies.
Arriving to Karen’s battle to find her forces almost wiped out and in desperate need of support. It’s here where you fly in with the support of the arriving Kiith Fleets and maybe even some Taiiden representation. While they fight around you Karen and Imogen make a push through the center towards the main massive ship home to the Queen or grave threat ( I’m leaning towards a AI).
Where Karen and the Sajuk must make the ultimate sacrifice. To prevent technobabble dark matter super weapon from being fired and tearing Higara asunder. Leaving Imogen to defeat this massive warship slowly piece by piece needing to defeat layers. Needing to carve the massive warship to finally reach deep enough to damage critical systems.
Once defeated Imogen stands as the new fleet command where she recovers the three progenitor cores along with her synthetic core. Where the game ends with the celebration of the defeat of a great enemy. With Imogen arriving back to the gate that started this whole mess. Where she realizes this gate connects to an entire new galaxy. That the AI fleet was of progenitor origin built to serve as the final hurdle before achieving intergalactic capability. A final test to see if a galaxy was prepared to explore beyond their galaxy.
The game ending with the gate activating with a dark void, like staring into a black hole. Leaving the game in a perfect place for a sequel where we explore another galaxy or literally just as an end.
Gosh don’t know what inspired this sudden rant. Sorry about that. Also sorry if this is super dumb just me taking my shot at a different potential story for HW3.
I just feel like there were cooler directions to go. Maybe Imogen starts her journey full of confidence and bravado. Her mind and ego filled with her accomplishment of crafting a synthetic hyperspace core. Maybe she seeks to forge her own legends so her legacy can be similar to that of Karen. Maybe this plays into her unleashing this AI menace or whatever. So unlike Kiith Somataw who accidentally unleashed the beast. Perhaps Imogen goes looking for trouble and the unknown. She boldly seeks something to her ambitions.
It’s only when after releasing this menace watching her fledgling fleet be massacred and the subsequent destruction and chaos that is unleashed upon the Galaxy is she horrified and the pendulum swings the other way where she feels like nothing but a failure and a fraud. Where she is then built up throughout the campaign through her triumphs and doing what she can to fix her mistakes. Resulting in the end after Karen’s noble sacrifice does she prove herself a worthy successor to the legend of Karen Sajuk.
Perhaps her journey could even parallel that of the Higaran empire (or Hegenomy or whatever) itself. Where after a century of dominance and opulence complacency has taken root. The false idea that nothing can challenge the united might of Higara is shattered by the ensuing galactic war. And by the end after Karen gave her life doing what she did for centuries serving and defending the Higaran people.
Imogen and her synthetic cores will herald a new era for the Higarans. While her ambition and exploration brought much suffering it also shattered the growing sense of complacency. Preventing the potential stagnation of the Higarans. Opening a future. One in which multiple motherships are possible and opening the flood gates to more of the vast cosmos.

The stone beneath their feet ripped itself off the ground, flying upward to collect into one enormous group. Suddenly, it curved downward towards the Hangman, resembling something between a murder of crows and a hail of arrows–
And had no effect on him.
The mass of cobblestone froze before reaching Valente, as if its time had forever stopped. While it still trembled, almost seeing to travel down an invisible road, that was all.
'This isn't part of his Hangman Talent,' Aspreay noted.
'The gods may yet forgive me, but I shall never forgive myself,' Valente thought. 'And even if it won't undo my crimes…at least I can stop a monster that sneers at death from roaming this earth.'
The Hangman was many things. Overwhelmed. Shocked. Guilty. All of those and more.
But he was still a genius.
'Damaging an opponent of higher Rank using the terrain is an obvious move,' Valente pondered, 'but I doubt he believed it would work. No – his aim was to distract me while narrowing the distance between us. He wants the Realm to be even smaller.'
The Hangman aimed his projectile Spheres at Aspreay, yet this time death was not imbued upon them. They were merely shot forward at incredible speeds, passing cleanly through his arms and legs like the sharpest of arrows.
Aspreay stopped his charge forward. His Noble Guard still protected him from death and healed every injury – it wasn't enough.
'If I kill him before he realizes what happened,' Valente thought, 'then his Realm just brings him back straight away. He'll simply go on like nothing happened, as he never had the time to suffer. But if I instead leave him alive, his pain and injuries will slow his pace. He can't approach me in that state.'
Valente was not raised by tutors like most other Hangmen, and he'd been taught very little of Realms. But he knew this much from his own fights against Lords: Realms were slower to heal injuries than to revive a user from immediate death.
This difference amounted to just a scant few seconds. Yet in this duel of titans…
That could be enough to kill the unkillable.
"You cannot and will not take a single step toward me, Aspreay!" Valente snarled. "Villains do not have the will of a hero! They have no cause noble enough to will their bodies through the worst of pains."
"I need no cause, peasant," Aspreay fired back. "We are inside my Realm now, and so long we stay here, your knees shall bend before me, and your lord shall go wherever he pleases."
His taunt appeared to shake the Hangman's resolve, yet not enough for his attacks to falter. The barrage of spheres continued, drawing out wounds and hindering Aspreay's march. 'Bastard', he thought, with a grimace. 'Even if Emperor Ciro can't detect the use of Lordly Talents, everyone in the city will have noticed the explosion Valente caused earlier. I have to finish this quickly.'
That was easier said than done. He hadn't even managed to progress a single meter since his last advance.
As the Hangman kept up his assault, he contemplated the stage that Aspreay had set. 'He intends to strengthen his Realm by refining it and reducing its size multiple times.'
Aspreay smiled at his enemy's thoughts. Although his opponent could not hear his response, he imagined one nonetheless. 'Considering our difference in rank, I would have to narrow down my Realm to the size of a closet. We would have to be within striking distance of one another's fist for it to have a prayer of working.
Yet this strategy held a massive risk – one that the Hangman was well-aware of. 'He can only use Noble Guard inside his Realm, and last time, he took nearly a full second to use Realm Reconstruction. I am more than capable of killing him in that period. That's why he wants to distract me.'
Even so, the Talent of a Lord could not be ignored. The risk and reward were plain.
'If I manage to narrow my Realm down even more–' Aspreay thought.
'If I manage to reach him before he can use Reconstruction–' Valente thought.
Both steadied their resolve.
'–THEN I CAN KILL HIM!–'
Aspreay made the first move. When his lips started to move, Valente readied himself to react at a moment's notice.
"Kill yourself, Peasant."
There was no way to avoid the order, but neither was there a reason to try doing so. The gut punch sensation it inflicted was uncomfortable, yet nothing Valente could not withstand. A momentary distraction at most; not even long enough for Aspreay to reconstruct his Realm.
"Disperse, sand."
Valente did not anticipate this order, nor could he have done much to stop it, regardless. Compacted sand rose up from underground, obscuring his vision. 'Wait…his previous order, where he lifted the cobblestone…it wasn't meant to harm me – but to expose the sand underneath. How did he know it was there?'
'Do you really think I wouldn't know what lies beneath the streets of the Empire capital I served?' Aspreay thought, almost offended. 'I will have you pay for your insolence.'
He dashed through the blinding dust that his Order had created. While his death command failed to harm Valente, it delayed the Hangman long enough that he wasn't ready to attack before Aspreay had already moved elsewhere.
Upon recovering, Valente launched a number of injuring spheres in every direction. Fast as he was, though, he failed to land a hit. There were simply too many places for Aspreay to hide, and whenever he thought of a place to aim, the Lord knew to avoid that area. 'Where is he? What is he–'
The Realm dissipated.
"NO!" Valente screamed. He shot forth his Orbs like a hailstorm of arrows. "Where are you, villain?! Show yours–"
"–REALM–RECONSTRUCTION–!"
Just as the cloud of sand dissipated, Valente was finally able to make out the vague shape of Aspreay standing arrogant and proud. "8 meters," said the lord, through heavy breaths. "Down from 14."
"You basta–" the Hangman started, then stopped as he examined Aspreay more carefully. The lord hadn't come out of their exchange unscathed. He was now clutching his left shoulder, blood flowing from the left side of his torso. One Orb had gone directly through Aspreay's body, and another had lightly grazed it.
'Why hasn't he healed yet?' the Hangman wondered.
Aspreay outwardly maintained his grin, trying not to let the pain show. 'Noble Guard only heals wounds that take place inside my Realm. You'll figure that out soon enough, won't you, troublesome little shit?'
Had it been just that, it wouldn't have been a problem. The issue came with Valente's second realization. 'He seems exhausted…of course.'
"You're getting weaker," the Hangman noted, a smile creeping across his features. "I did find it strange that a Lord could Reconstruct his Realm as many times as you have. My knowledge of your Talent may be lackluster, but I was still confident that you were only capable of doing that once per day at most."
"Limits only apply to the unblessed commoners that were born without skill," Aspreay coughed out. His breathing had become more ragged, and his vision was starting to blur. "They do not befit someone of my station."
"And yet you are now paying the cost of overusing your Realm," the Hangman said, confidently. "This is where your little game ends. It's taking longer and longer for you to construct it."
That, unfortunately, was correct.
"You have also lost the capacity to impede me with your Orders," Valente pointed out. "The narrower your Realm becomes, the more powerful your Royal Orders are…however, this also means that the recoil from failed Orders hurts far more."
That, too, was correct.
"Lastly – if you try the same trick with the sand again, you'll be pierced to death."
That was likely true as well.
The Hangman adopted a conceited expression of victory. "Surrender now, Aspreay, and face the Emperor's justice rather than–"
"–Kill yourself, peasant."
It didn't matter that his Canvas was bloodied and falling apart; at 8 meters, the Royal Order was stronger than before. If the last had been comparable to a sudden gut punch, this was closer to a disorienting sequence of strikes. Coupled with his surprise at the sudden defiance, Valente was frozen stunned for one fleeting moment.
It was enough for Aspreay.
"Blind him, sand!"
The same game from before took place – but with more lethal consequences. When inside of a Realm only 8 meters long, the Royal Order became increasingly powerful. The sand behaved with active malice, not just blinding the Hangman, but creeping beneath his eyelids like insects hunting for moisture.
'Even a Hangman would need a moment to compose himself after that kind of sensation,' Aspreay thought. He dispersed his Realm, ready to dash forward.
Only for the sand to disperse as well, leaving Valente unharmed.
This came as a stark surprise to the Lord. Even after dispelling his Realm, its Orders should have continued for at least a few seconds. Yet the sand appeared to have left Valente's eyes as if it had never been there in the first place. More came for him immediately after, and he swept it aside with ease.
'How is he dispersing the sand?' Aspreay wondered. 'That's not a Hangman Talent. Does he…have another Talent? But that–'
Valente's gaze shifted. While he hadn't fully discerned Aspreay's location, enough sand was gone that he'd gotten a rough estimate. The Hangman readied more Orbs, preparing to fling them.
SHIT–
"–REALM–RECONSTRUCTION–!"
The Hangman's hypothesis had been correct. Aspreay was taking longer to rebuild his Realm – and this time, it had almost proved fatal. The Orbs had pierced both his legs; mayhap pierced his knee, even. He didn't think he could walk any longer. As soon as his body fell, it would not stand back up again.
Divine Knowledge pushed his thoughts to race faster and faster. 'The moment the last of the sand is gone, I'll be on the ground, defenseless. How can I keep myself from falling?'
The answer came to him almost in synchronicity with his own order. "Street: give me my lord's right!"
Valente's thoughts were those of triumph. Although he was unhappy about using something called Distance on the sand, he believed that as Aspreay was close to death, and that as no onlookers could see through the cloud of dirt, even the Emperor wouldn't have been too upset about him employing it here.
He expected to see the Villain on the ground, writhing in pain, his Realm nearly shattered, and his will gone. 'He will beg for forgiveness–he will admit fault in the death of the commoners–he will confess to his sins!'
Then the dust cleared, and his expectations shattered.
"What in His Imperial Majesty's name…" Valente began, then trailed off. In front of him was the personification of the Realm he found himself constricted within. Cobblestone, sand, metal, dirt – they had all been sucked into a single spot and then forcibly arranged into a single piece of furniture.
A throne.
And sitting upon it, one bloody leg crossed over another, one elbow on the armrest, chin on his hand, was Aspreay. The Lord smiled through his pain, the pleasure of the fragile genius' shocked face empowering him. He gazed down at the Hangman as if looking at a mere petitioner in his court. "How pitiful," Aspreay coldly spat out, "that the Empire's greatest genius is also its worst coward."
'He, he can't even stand. It doesn't matter how grandiose of an entrance he makes – there's nothing he can do!' the Hangman told himself. "No use in bluffing, Aspreay. You can barely talk, let alone fight."
They were 4 meters apart now. Closer than before, but not enough to land any sort of definitive blow.
"Aspreay…be reasonable. Any further Royal Orders might kill you. Just surrender – it's your best chance of survival."
"Survival?" Aspreay threw his head back and laughed. "Do you think me a man so petty as to be concerned with that?" His grin widened. "I seek not life, but victory."
"You dare waste the life the Emperor gave you?" Valented accused. "I name you villain, traitor, and blasphemer!"
"And you disgrace the memory of those you've killed." Aspreay's laugh turned from manic to derisive. "Tell me, Hangman. Do you think yourself blameless for the Puppet massacre? Do you tell yourself that you were just a child? A naive youth who knew not what he did?"
"I…I did not massacre them," Valente fired back. "I only defeated their lord and destroyed the mountain. The…the others handled…"
"What a farce," Aspreay stated, in a mixture of amusement and disgust. "Who would have thought the Empire's sharpest blade to be so soft? You were wielded like a weapon, because you did not want to be a man. Do you truly believe yourself to be innocent? Do you think there were no Puppets hiding in the Mountains after your lot massacred the rest? Do you think yourself blameless for the murder of innocents after you tore away their only protection?'
"I…that's not…"
"And need I remind you, Hangman," Aspreay continued, gesturing wildly from his throne, "that you killed a lord by making him offer his life to protect his people?"
"I didn't know!" Valente screamed, his eyes full of tears. "I had no idea that–"
"It seems like no one ever taught you manners. I suppose that's to be expected. You come not from any noble blood, as I understand? Orbs may buy rank, yet regrettably, they do not and cannot buy class. Dress a pig in riches and power if you wish – he'll still be a filthy commoner who doesn't deserve to lick the mud off my boots."
Valente angrily shook his head. He wanted to fling himself at Aspreay, to come closer and deliver violence upon him, but knew better than to play into the man's hands. "You will show me the respect I deserve, Villain."
"Speaking of respect," Aspreay mocked, "you now stand before a lord and his throne."
He stretched out a hand. "Kneel."
It all happened at once. Valente had earnestly believed that Aspreay wouldn't use another order in his injured state. Combined with his guilty mind wandering to the deaths he'd caused since the Emperor rescued him, he hesitated – and then felt his knees hit the ground.
'Kneel..?' It was the first order Aspreay had given that wasn't a proclamation of death. Valente's eyes widened as he understood why. 'His orders until now…he wasn't just trying to kill me in one move. He wanted me to assume that he couldn't issue less demanding types of orders!'
The Hangman struggled in vain. While he could have rejected an order to die, he couldn't reject one meant to restrain him – not from 4 meters apart. Valente was so focused on attempting to rise that he paid little to the next order that came out of Aspreay's mouth.
"Send me forward."
The throne he had created, the incarnation of his pride, launched him forward at Valente, whose lowered gaze did not immediately notice the incoming lord. Mid-flight, Apsreay called off his Realm. Immediately after, before even reaching the ground, he cried out–
"–REALM–RECONSTRUCTION–!"
It felt like agony, like his very soul was being ripped off from his body – yet he would not yield. Death was acceptable, but not to a brat like this. Aspreay extended his arm, frenzied laughter washing over him as the last of the Wall was reconstructed behind.
The falling Lord and the unsteady Hangman were now less than 1 meter apart.
"KILL YOURSELF, PEASANT!"
'Increase the Distance at the ends of his Realm – keep his hand from touching me!' Valente thought.
Every outcome and reaction unfolded at the same time, his visions of the past mingling with the reality of the present. 'I…I had to do it. He would have killed me!' For a moment, Aspreay appeared not unlike that Puppet Lord from years ago, spurring Valente into a fit of desperate action.
The Hangman used his Talent to increase the distance of Aspreay's Realm ever so slightly. His mind raced with guilt as he pushed against the wall. He'd only had the time to increase it back up to 3 meters.
Although truth be told, it wouldn't have mattered if he failed entirely. Even at less than 1 meter, Aspreay's order wasn't strong enough to seriously injure – let alone kill – a Hangman of Valente's Rank.
And that was fine.
'So you have another Talent…one that the Emperor didn't want you to use. That's why you have the title of Strongest.' Aspreay grinned at the man, letting realization sink in. 'I'll take this gift of knowledge with me. This is my little victory against you, Strongest Man.'
"Like hell I'll let–"
The Order had nonetheless caused the Hangman to stumble and feel a small amount of blood in his throat, his body involuntarily hunching over to cough it out. It was barely a wound, closer to an inconvenience – and Aspreay had nearly died to obtain it.
But the Hangman still feared him.
And this combination of events was the opening he needed to issue his final order. "I BANISH: MYSELF!"
Much like he'd once sent a woman flying through the walls of his castle, he now issued himself the same order – flinging his own body through his Realm. He crashed through the debris of a destroyed building, breaking something inside himself, although he wasn't sure what.
The Hangman started to go after him, but was rebuffed by the Wall. "Consider yourself sealed for now," Aspreay muttered. "You could easily break though…but you think that an attack like that might end up hurting more civilians, don't you? So you'll just have to wait. Wait…for now…."
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When Aspreay's consciousness returned to him, he was already upright and stumbling forward through the ruins of the destroyed city district. Amidst frantic chaos and injured citizens, the bloodied lord did not stand out among the crowd.
So many people died today, he thought absently, biting his lip to keep from coughing blood. 'I doomed hundreds to save Vasco.' His eyes lingered on the rubble, the many clouds of dust, and desperate waves of people crowding around fallen buildings. And I would have gladly doomed thousands more, he determined, with an odd calmness.
Aspreay didn't mind how far he'd gone, but he knew of less where to go from here. His injuries were numerous, and the Emperor would soon send someone to kill him – not that there was much need for it. He was doomed to die within a few weeks. Days, even.
Such was the price for Reconstructing his Realm so many times in a row. His Canvas was likely stained with blood, if not downright rotten. Twice would have been strenuous; five was a slow suicide.
Albeit a glorious one.
Alas, despite feeling rather content with the coming end, Aspreay found his weary feet treading through rubble nonetheless. He knew not the cause of his restlessness. A beautiful end to an ugly life, one where his honor – against all odds – was kept. This was what men dreamed of. Why balk at death now?
He truly didn't know why his heart refused to accept the notion. Distantly, he considered the possibility that he never would.
Then he spotted his horse, and could no longer conceive of dying.
"Silver?" Aspreay said, dull surprise coloring his tone. "You're still here?" He managed a hollow laugh. "Weird creature. You get spooked by your own shadow, yet you didn't run when Valente exploded entire buildings?" Tenderness entered his voice. "Stupid horse."
He approached slowly. With care, Aspreay brushed his bloodied hand against the horse. Bitterly, he half-expected it to run, yet somehow wasn't surprised when it didn't. Silver was the one thing he'd taken from Penumbria – the only thing he refused to leave behind.
'A gift?' Aspreay had said years ago. 'You're hardly one for big gestures. What curse befell you?'
'One bearing your name,' Vasco grumbled. He held his gaze for a moment too long – a moment not long enough – then shook his head. 'Search far and wide for a better horse. You'll come up short.'
The Lord of Penumbria nodded, studying the horse of white with spots of black. 'Strong. Well-trained. Appearance aside, there are many horses like this one in the Empire.' He turned around to look at the man. 'What makes this one so special?'
Vasco put two fingers beneath Aspreay's chin and lifted it upward until their eyes met once more. 'This one will always bring you back to me,' he whispered, in a low voice.
Aspreay's vision blurred as his life faded, but that one memory remained clear as it had ever been. "Good thing you're here," he told Silver. Injured ribs pressed against his stomach as he forced himself to mount the horse. Heavens, he wished there had been a saddle nearby. In his state, all he could do was collapse onto the animal and wrap his arms around its neck.
"Hey there boy," Aspreay said, softly. "Apologies. This might be uncomfortable. I know we haven't ridden without a saddle in a while, so bear with me. I'm not sure I can stay conscious…but it's not like my lead has ever done much but slow you down, eh?"
A weak laugh crawled out from his throat. Gods, did it hurt. "Take me to Vasco, please."
Silver started to gallop. Aspreay struggled not to fall, swaying dangerously as the city passed him by. Inky blackness gradually crept into the corners of his vision, his mind losing its battle to stay conscious.
Will I live to see him? It would be wonderful if he did, although unlikely – yet not impossible. Thanks to Silver, death was no longer a certainty. Mayhap he could survive this and escape the capital before the Hangmen came.
A miracle that would need another, when my injuries are too great for most to recover from. But now, chasing that miracle within a miracle actually seemed appealing.
"I feel...oddly refreshed," Aspreay said, as darkness befell his eyes.
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The Key-and-Lock Operation was a division of Project MKUltra and later merged into Operation Mockingbird.
It focuses on audience manipulation and coercion, using "key" and "lock" mechanisms. It works by changing the minds of the audience to a more vulnerable state (lock). Furthermore, it then uses subliminal messaging to implant orders and messages into their minds (key). Since 1953 (possibly earlier), this operation has manipulated the minds of billions.
And this is why the Eiffel 65 song "I'm Blue" is the perfect example of this. The song's chorus sounds catchy and vibrant, luring the listeners into a false sense of calm and security (lock). However, when you reverse the lyrics, it reveals the dark truth.
The song promotes cannibalism, and I have evidence. When the song is reversed, the chorus says, "Eat the body, hide the body" (key). That is horrifying. We have been listening to this melody and loving it for years, yet it was all a ruse. And it is the same for cartoon theme songs.
The SpongeBob SquarePants theme song, when reversed, sounds like a satanic chant. The normal song sounds cheery and catchy, causing millions of unsuspecting children to sing along. The operation has different effects depending on who is listening or watching. For children, it is devilishly easy to coerce their small minds, which is why they insert this into every cartoon theme song—everyone.
And just a reminder: all cartoon studios (e.g., Cartoon Network, Nickelodeon, etc.) were created for this manipulative purpose.
(The following songs are reversed.)
The Dora theme song sounds like a cat being slaughtered and satanic chants; the Barney theme song encourages pedophilia; the Sesame Street theme song encourages hedonism, etc. It all has satanic or sadistic undertones, which explains the rise in satanism and violence post-1953.
If you have children or have any faith in the Lord, please do not allow yourself or your children to listen to this depravity. All of this is part of a satanic plot to manipulate and pervert the minds of innocent Christians worldwide.
But let's not forget the imagery. Numerous kids' shows and movies have had dirty jokes and messages inserted into them by nefarious actors. If you see anyone saying, "It's for the adults to get a laugh," ignore them, as they are the problem.
We are living in the darkest of times when Disney, the so-called "king of children's entertainment," is one of the biggest offenders. The Lion King, Mulan, Aladdin, Hercules, and The Little Mermaid are the dirtiest examples. These movies are recognizable to everyone, and that is the issue. The "SEX" in The Lion King and the numerous amounts of phallic imagery in The Little Mermaid are appalling.
Tell me, how is it appropriate for these jokes to exist in children's entertainment?
Here are their obvious goals:

1. Subvert the minds of the populace
2. Treat them like drones ready for orders, and
3. Create a society hostile to Christian beliefs

We are fighting a battle for survival here. It goes way higher than the CIA and the government; the New World Order is upon us.
It has only intensified in recent years. We have shows such as Adventure Time, SpongeBob SquarePants, Regular Show, The Fairly Odd Parents, etc. These shows are the highlight of America's filth and depravity.
For SpongeBob, we have numerous examples of satanism, homosexuality, dirty imagery, etc.
The episode "Rock-a-Bye Bivalve" highlights this.
In the episode, SpongeBob and Patrick adopt a sea scallop after finding it in a coral bush. Afterward, they exhibit clear homosexual behaviors.
In one scene, Patrick says, "If I were a mom (the camera zooms out to show Patrick's body, with him showing his armpits soon after), this would be kind of shocking, so call me daddy!" That line is obviously hinting at homosexuality. Indeed, SpongeBob, the more submissive character, takes on the role of a mom. Thereafter, we see a scene of them in traditional 1950s-era attire rolling Junior, the scallop, in a baby stroller. Later, they meet a heterosexual couple, and they start pondering. A thought bubble forms with "Patrick + SpongeBob = Junior" inside it. A confused look appears on the couple's faces.
The joke is that they are wondering how a starfish and sponge can produce a scallop, which solidifies the homosexual symbolism put upon our children. They did not need that scene, but they put it in nonetheless, and they even included them wearing traditional 1950s clothing. I infer this as a mockery of traditional values and heterosexuality—disgusting.
And finally, we have the worst scene of them all.
In the last few moments, Junior flies away, and SpongeBob and Patrick talk about the end of parenthood. In the final moment, Patrick says, "I guess this is the hardest part of a parent's life, I assume." SpongeBob says, "Yeah, but it was worth it." Patrick replies in a seductive tone, "Yeah, let's have another," while making thrusting motions. Here is the scene: https://youtu.be/dGP2DdRbsyE?feature=shared
That is the most disgusting shit I have ever seen. It promotes sexual activity and homosexuality blatantly. I do not know how it passed the censors, but I guess the elites overruled the FCC.
It is, by far, the most obvious and transparent example of the promotion of sexual activity and homosexuality in children's cartoons.
However, we have to continue. In another episode titled "I'm With Stupid," Patrick is seen cleaning his rock. While shuffling some sand around, he creates a phallic object and licks it for a second before making something else. Here is this scene: https://youtu.be/hgvIZyvH3Z8?si=5f2US_jvVrMzok12
I want to reiterate: this is all part of the Key-and-Lock Operation. The shows are made for children to relax and let their minds be vulnerable, making it easier to use the Key. The scene only appeared for a second, but that was enough to send the message to their subconscious.
Next, we have the episode "Mid-Life Crustacean." In the episode, Mr. Krabs enters a midlife crisis and struggles with keeping "cool." At the end of the episode, Mr. Krabs snaps and quits the journey to become cool because he assumes Patrick and SpongeBob are not actually cool. Patrick then responds, "I guess you're going to miss the panty raid." Mr. Krabs responds, "Panty raid? You're talking about girls, right? Girl girls?" Patrick: "Yeah." Mr. Krabs: "You're talking about raiding their dressers… and stealing their underpants, right?" Patrick: "Oh, yeah." Mr. Krabs: "Well, count me in!" (https://youtu.be/nZE0tIigdX4?feature=shared; https://youtu.be/S2KFx1FBLKg?feature=shared)
They then raid the dressers and present to the audience some underpants—ew. However, they get caught by Mr. Krabs's mom. Yes, you heard that right—Mr. Krabs raided his mom's dressers for underpants.
He does get punished at the end by his mom, but that is disgusting. It is even worse once you consider the fact that SpongeBob said, "We score here all the time!" Like, what the hell? It was not even a spur-of-the-moment thing. If Mr. Krabs was not there, they still would have done it, since it appears they do it like it is a tradition.
In the end, it promotes incest and depravity for the sake of some sexual thrills. Indeed, Nickelodeon recently banned the episode from airing on their channels, so I am glad some patriots are still in control.
For Regular Show, its entire premise promotes drug use and anti-social behavior, so I do not even need to show examples. For the Fairy Odd Parents, the show makes a mockery of God and Christianity and promotes black magic. I am glad it is no longer airing.
For Adventure Time, it encourages the use of psychedelic drugs and voodoo. Also, it is ritualistic, with the show repeatedly using magic and occultic practices. The show also makes a metaphor regarding religion and science, with "magic" described as "outdated" and "false" and "science" described as "truth" and "real." Like the Fairy Odd Parents, it makes a mockery of God. Notice how many of these shows promote Satanism and rituals?
Satanism has been the prerogative of the elites for generations, and their created media spares no mercy. Multiple shows, movies, and comics have Satanism in them. For example, Nickelodeon had a logo using the all-seeing eye, a notorious satanic symbol. They use the Revelation of the Method and Consent Magic to enhance the effects of the Key-and-Lock Operation. The other reason for these symbols and subliminal messages in kids' media is for consent. A major aspect of Satanism is consensual mind control, so they have to insert these messages into the subconscious to get artificial consent from the affected party. It goes like this: if you see it, even if you are not consciously aware of it, you have consented to it. That is why so many of these occurrences seem so blatant; they need to make sure it works. (https://cdn.preterhuman.net/texts/religion.occult.new_age/occult.conspiracy.and.related/Downard%20&%20Hoffman%20-%20King%20Kill%2033%20(masonic%20symbolism%20behind%20assassination%20of%20JFK)%20(1998)%20(incomple.pdf; https://warfoo.com/what-is-revelation-of-the-method/)
Make sure to read those links, as they have all the information you need to understand why all this is happening. We are at the crossroads of Survival Ave. and Destruction Blvd. Which road will you choose? We need to move on, however.
Chaos Magic is the next aspect of this dogma. They use magically charged symbols and energies to manipulate the masses and create forced Synchromysticism. They highlight an event they want to occur in some piece of media repeatedly, charging it up. Then the event occurs in the future. This is why 9/11 happened. This is why they put transgender people in the media: they want to encourage pedophilia and the grooming of children.
We need to stop this and point it out whenever possible. They are censoring us. That is why so many YouTube videos were deleted mentioning this matter.
As normal humans, we must fight back and conquer these invaders of Christian values. They have been doing this for hundreds of years—possibly since the Tribes of Israel. Do whatever must be done to wake up the world to this madness. Here are wise words from this guy, Kiwasabi:
"You have to make a conscious decision to reject all Satanic subversive entertainment. That includes anything Disney or Star Wars. That includes The Beatles. That includes most Netflix original movies and series. As a couple of recent examples, They Cloned Tyrone is the most gutter trash movie I've ever seen. While it does seem to address the idea that people are being replaced, it makes a mockery of the idea plus it perpetuates all negative black gangster culture stereotypes. Leave The World Behind is another one which is basically the elites trying to program their wishes into their entertainment and hoping we manifest them.
Most of all you have to learn to program your own mind and subconsciousness, as that's what gives you the power to harness creative powers which allow you to shape reality. The parasitic elites know that the human spirit can create or attract anything it wants simply with the power of thoughts, words, and actions. That is why they attempt to hijack this power and upload their own programming in a subversive manner through backwards masking, SPELLing / double meanings, etc.
I also argue that it's important to spread the truth and to be a guiding lighthouse for all the ships that are sailing blind out in the storms so that they don't crash into the rocks. Then, after you've successfully guided them in the right direction, they may then build a solid foundation and build a lighthouse which will also guide others."

Throughout my city, I've noticed that there are overstaffed haircut places.. usually wearing black pants with a white shirt as their uniform. There are usually a good amount of customers, but there will always be like 15 people working there, when only 6 would be enough.
My theory is that theses haircut places are places for gangsters and thugs to meet up. Kind of like how in Pokemon Red and Blue, the Game Corner had a secret panel that revealed Team Rocket's HQ... here the haircut places are the HQ.

Hello! I’ve recently got into playing and am kicking around the idea of going to play a few local win a box tournaments at my LGS. I’ve been playing with a friend so far, and have been piloting a conclave control deck which I enjoy. Though just through reading the various subreddits and TCG articles, it seems pretty clear that won’t hold up so well. So I purchased 3x fire kings structure decks in hopes to achieve a little success. I had a couple things lying around that I put in this list and was just wondering any advice you all may have! I’ve read up a little on the snake eyes package and that’s something I’m not really looking to spend that kind of money on right now so not going that route. I’ve also seen a little about a Dogmatika package that is successful? Please let me know what you think!
Decklist:
Main- 3x legendary fire king ponix 3x sacred fire king garunix 3x fire king high avatar kirin 1x fire king avatar rangbali 2x fire king avatar arvata 2x fire king avatar barong 1x fire king high avatar garunix 1x sacred Phoenix of nephthys 3x droll and lock bird 3x ash blossom
3x fire king sanctuary 3x fire king island 3x fire formation-tenki 2x fire king sky burn 1x circle of the fire kings 1x one for one
3x infinite impermanence 2x torrential tribute
Extra deck- 3x garunix eternity 1x divine arsenal-Zeus 1x dugares the timeless 1x bagooska 1x abyss dweller 1x coach king gianttrainer 1x knightmare unicorn 2x hiita the fire charmer 1x black luster soldier-soldier of chaos 1x salamangreat almiraj 1x barricadeborg blocker 1x psy-framelord omega

Hi all!
I am a complete beginner to gamemaking and am currently focusing on trying to create sprites and tiles that I can use in RPG Maker XP through Aseprite. I have been playing around with creating my own characters based off of designs for sprites from Gen 5, but I am having trouble figuring out how large a single tile is in Pokemon Black and White. Does anybody know what dimensions/how many pixels are in each tile?
Thank you in advance and apologies if I overcomplicated this post in any way.

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Got a random assortment of items. Come ready to barter and trade. Let me know if you have any questions.
Feel free to PM offers but first dibs gets the respect.
PayPal, Zelle Preferred.
G$ SSP (curved bow) - $170 Decided on Larue. Some love but no salt.
Daniel Defense Iron Sight Set - $125 Brand New take offs.
Modbutton lite - SOLD Painted. Used.
Ferro Slingster Vietnam Tiger Stripe - SOLD Never used.
Glock Gen 1-4 Trijicon HDs - $75 $50 (price drop) Tritium still glows.
Centurion Arms 7" C4 Quad Rail - $190 (flexible) Some handling marks.
Arisaka Momentary Clicky - SOLD Bought, but found one in the drawer.
20 round Circle 10 5.56 Ak Mags - $45 Each/$150 for the bunch. Bought these thinking I'd commit to a beryl. 30 round mag free with bundle.
Magpul Midlength SL Handguards FDE - $25 Grabbed the but the upper I intended them for has a triangular cap.
2x cloud defensive lcs + surefire st07 pads - $100 each. Painted and used some, but not abused. No splitting please :(
Schmid 2 Stage Nib Trigger - SOLD Zero salt.
G$ Comp M4 Mount DDC - $125 $105 (price drop) Been painted. Comes with screws.
SB Tactical Brace - $75 $55 (price drop) Used on draco initially. Excellent choice for square backed aks.
Black Kvar AKM Stock - $45 $35 Take-off has been in the drawer for years.
Black Kvar Krink Handguards - $65 No salt.
Surefire ue - SOLD Painted. Used.
Bulgarian 4-Piece Flash hider (762) - $200. IYKYK. 14x1LH threading.
Knights RAS Panels - $45 bundle (3x 11 ribs) Not too salty.
M+M Chaos Flash Hider 14x1LH - $25 $15 Take-off from draco. Never used.
Magpul MLOK Sling Mount - $18 Had for awhile. Not too much salt.
Definitive Arms M4 Stock Adapter - $45 $35 Modified to fit a WASR. Unused by me.
Don't like a price? Shoot me an offer. PayPal, Zelle preferred. Cheers.

Hello! I’ve recently got into playing and am kicking around the idea of going to play a few local win a box tournaments at my LGS. I’ve been playing with a friend so far, and have been piloting a conclave control deck which I enjoy. Though just through reading the various subreddits and TCG articles, it seems pretty clear that won’t hold up so well. So I purchased 3x fire kings structure decks in hopes to achieve a little success. I had a couple things lying around that I put in this list and was just wondering any advice you all may have! I’ve read up a little on the snake eyes package and that’s something I’m not really looking to spend that kind of money on right now so not going that route. I’ve also seen a little about a Dogmatika package that is successful? Please let me know what you think!
Decklist:
Main- 3x legendary fire king ponix 3x sacred fire king garunix 3x fire king high avatar kirin 1x fire king avatar rangbali 2x fire king avatar arvata 2x fire king avatar barong 1x fire king high avatar garunix 1x sacred Phoenix of nephthys 3x droll and lock bird 3x ash blossom
3x fire king sanctuary 3x fire king island 3x fire formation-tenki 2x fire king sky burn 1x circle of the fire kings 1x one for one
3x infinite impermanence 2x torrential tribute
Extra deck- 3x garunix eternity 1x divine arsenal-Zeus 1x dugares the timeless 1x bagooska 1x abyss dweller 1x coach king gianttrainer 1x knightmare unicorn 2x hiita the fire charmer 1x black luster soldier-soldier of chaos 1x salamangreat almiraj 1x barricadeborg blocker 1x psy-framelord omega

Waking up in the middle of the night I find myself restless
So much has come into focus in the last few days. The station, my first steps on another world. It is all a bit overwhelming. Relaxing my thoughts drift off thinking about how I got here. A young girl on Europa, being selected for training after my aptitude tests, the Academy on Ganymede. Then as always my thoughts drift back to… her…
Lucy…
We started at rivals at the academy, we were from different worlds. Literally, me from Europa a wet ocean world remote and isolated, her an inner worlder from the hot dusty plains of Venus. We were water and fire.
The professors pitted us against each other from day one, based on our aptitude tests we were the top of the class. They split the class into teams and gave us challenges. I like to say I got the better of her, I was fast out the gate winning a few challenges. But Lucy turned back on me in a vengeance, she had a magnetism to her that caused our classmates to almost be addicted to her. People from my team would defect over to Lucy. Soon I found myself vastly outnumbered.
One day after Lucy and her team thrashed me again in a simulated strategy challenge. I left and I needed to be alone. I showered, went into the sauna. Replaying the moves again and again. How was I going to get the upper hand. She outnumbered me so much.
Everyone knew to leave me alone in the sauna. It was where I thought, relaxed, my place of peace. I was frustrated, I lean back against the wall and let me hands wander. Gently down my body, letting my stress evaporate as I tease myself…Then the door opened…. And it was Lucy. A cocky grin in her face.
We had been thinking about nothing but each other and we had both become obsessed. When that tension broke. Let me just say in a sauna fire and water combine to make something beautiful. Lucy and I did as well.
She moved towards me quickly, letting her towel drop, she was direct with a purpose. Grabbing the back of my head and kissing me deeply. I was shocked.. surprised... Excited..
I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her back. A deep need inside of me welling up, our lips slid across each other's as our tongue intertwined. I poured my life water of passion into her. She flared up and accepted my passion. Her hands exploring my body as I moved my knees between her legs.
Fuuuccckkk…. When she arched her back… so beautiful… MMM nnngghhhh an orgasm washed over me in my bed while I thought of Lucy.
Panting… even after all this time, separated by a waygate and unfathomable distance my body still yearned for her, I still yearned for her. Rolling onto my side I stare out my window into the vastness of space and the void. My fingers still ryhmically dancing on my pussy. Fingers sliding in and out
Your taught at the academy not to develop attachments, especially since the top prize, the highest honor of our training, to one day fly a deep space exploration through a waygate. Which would put us alone, in a different system. Like I am now.
Even if I power up my waygate in record time and rush home. Lucy is most likely gone. She was my alternate, meaning had I been unable to go this time she would have. It also means she most likely the deployed to her own system and would be gone before I returned. Likely I would never see her again.
Biting my lips and pressing a hand out onto the glass…yes…yes.. there
Fuck again….Fuucckkkkk LLLLuuucccCC
EeeeeeeeeerrrrrreeeemmmmmAAAAAA, a beautiful black haired woman orgasms in a bed identical to Emeras save the ambient lighting is blue inside of pink.
Fuck…. That was good. I find myself panting as I step out into the hallway of my ship. 2 days since the waygate, 6 months since I last saw Emera. Since she departed through her gate. Stars know if she still lives.
It was a rare happening, another gate coming online shortly after Emera’s departure. I thought I would be flying routine patrols around the system. Now I'm alone. Alone with my thoughts of her, and my AI Julia. Fuck. Why couldn't we have gone together. Why only one pilot to a ship. Who knows maybe she's thinking of me. Technically the systems we are in are closer together than home. That's something…
You're probably wondering if I was outnumbered and Lucy normally had my number in competition then how did I get to leave first. Yes, I did sleep with high command. That was only my closing argument though. You see Lucy had her magnetism that caused people to be addicted to her, she drew people in. But I was better at strategy and nuanced maneuvers.
The rules weren't strict on the teams, people defected all the time. Keeping your people together was part of the challenge. I decided to break that challenge.
No Battleplan survives first contact with the enemy afterall. Why not break the competition itself
My enemy wasn't Lucy, trust me we had been together enough at this point my heart swelled when I saw her. My enemy was the rules, and proctors.
There had to be two team in the academy for the lessons to work. But the rules only set a minimum not a maximum.
Lucy and her best 4 left her team, and me and my best 4 left my team. We formed a new team with Lucy and I at the head. The proctors were fuming. I was called into their offices again and again. Which is what led to me sleeping with a few of them to get ahead. It is always good to solicit a meeting with superiors, you can always be turned to your advantage.
In the Academy, there were 50 of us girls. The proctors let us keep our 3rd team, but declared no one else could join us. It was the ten of us vs double our number on both the other teams. Not ideal… but we had Lucy and I together. My how we shined
We out maneuvered, out paced, and out thought the other teams again and again and again..
Entering into the final the proctors split everyone up, eliminating the team. Just to try and stop us from sweeping the competition. Instead there would be 25 teams of 2 members each of our own selection. Lucy and I naturally selected each other.
We set down on a terraformed valley on Mars, all the other duos were around. The mission was complex. Gather knowledge, survive in the wilderness, there were simulator villages where we had to set up relations, and if possible eliminate other teams.
The gravity is different from what I'm used to, my body feels heavy. Sluggish, they train us on this and soon I'll adapt. But first landing it hits me like a weight. Ffuuuccckkk I murmur as I land my account ship on the surface.
Lucy always compares a new celestial body to a lover. Well for me Mars just grabbed my hair, slapped my ass and pushed in
Fuck I can't imagine landing on Earth. Triple this, fuck that give me my moon mother's oceans anyday.
I suck deep and hard on the control in my mouth and all three extract from me. I am about to get up from the control seat when I feel a palm in the small of my back
“Lucy not funny, let me up” I say
She giggles, and rubs my ass cheeks before her fingers rub against my lips
I moan biting my lip as I push myself against her hand
“I knew the gravity here would give a Moonie like you a good fucking, you're so wet my love”
Rolling my head back and forth..”quickly we have to debrief and set up camp” I moan
She smacks my ass again and her fingers deftly slide to work, one hand pinning me to the chair while she teases my sex, her thumb rubbing in perfect circles on my clit and her fingers pulling on my g-spot
“Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes uuuhhhhh my love it feel so good” shaking my hips back and forth I feel it building as I rock my hips on her hand
Squeezing….my leg….quivering… my voice squeaking… “uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh ffuuuccckkk” I moan as I feel the orgasm wash over me…
Lucy slaps my ass playfully and licks her fingers… “let's go my love, stop playing around we have to set up camp” she giggles
“Oh!! You!!” I get up and rush after her slapping her ass when I catch up
Carryalls follow us out of the ship.. I immediately sent out the scout drones and assessed our landing spot. Allocating tasks and running diagnostics.
Lucy set about converting the ship to a shelter and arranging power arrays, and deciding on perimeter defenses
We were a perfect power duo. Our carryalls and scouts were soon all at work, and Lucy was finishing up the shelter
I needed to repay her, so I slowly walked up behind her. She heard my heavy steps in the gravity. Turning to look at me she beamed at me. My heart melted and grabbing both sides of her face I pinned her to the side of the ship. Our bodies intertwined and our lips locked.
She moaned at me giggling, pushing my knee between her legs, and we quickly undressed each other. Her mouth on my breast, as my hand glided down to her slick vagina.
Grabbing her chin roughly and up turning her head exposing her neck I sink my teeth into it as I push forward with my knee back and forth pressing my fingers in and out of her.
A deep moan emanates from her, licking my bite mark I kiss up her neck until my forehead is resting hers. Eye to eye, I watch the pleasure build in her. Thrust after thrust of my knee. My fingers pressing into her g-spot every time, my palms pressing and grinding onto her clit
“Cum for me my love, give me your sweetness, I want your water, the first drink I have on this planet” I breath
I feel her pussy tighten and grip my fingers. Her legs twisting around me… she goes silent… a flush rises in her flesh… we kiss deep, and long, and passionately as I feel her gush onto my hand as orgasm rapts her body..
I watch her eyes dilate and relax I kiss her gently again before kissing down, my lips brushing through her pubic hair tickling my lips. Opening my mouth and pressing my tongue in I drink of her orgasm
My fingers inside pressing to work again, she cries out as she rocks her hips grinding her lips to mine. As she gushes another orgasm into my mouth..
I can even taste and feel it now on my tongue…
Releasing her, and helping her up I grin
Walking away the top of my leotard open my tits out in the sun
“I'm up by one my love, and you taste so GGGGOOOOoooOOooddddDD” I giggle setting back to work.
Days and weeks pass Lucy and I set up our camp. Wefind nearby teams before they find us. We quickly fall on them in the night, clearing our immediate area, eliminating them from the contest. We bathe in a nearby stream, sun ourselves on the rocks, make love on the soft moss of the forest.
I don't know if I've ever been happier, ever been more at peace l than I was then with Lucy. Her and I… her and I against the world.
We make good progress setting up relations with 12 of the 15 villages. Our camp is well stocked. We receive updates from the proctors from dead drops. Seems out of the 25 teams only 8 remain. Lucy and I have eliminated 7 ourselves.
We need to be the last standing, triumphant together.. so that maybe.. maybe we can convince them to send two of us on a ship. Imagine the wonders, this wouldn't be temporary, but would become our life.
Lucy and I talk about it often. We can convince them. We'll defeat the others then refuse to turn on each other.
It was our dream.. explore the stars together.. hand in hand..
I remember one evening as if it was yesterday. It is clear in my mind's eye. Lucy sitting in a tree eating stonefruit from a tree. I was swimming in a waterfall pool. We had just picked up the dead drop. We were far ahead of the other teams. Victory seemed in our grasp.
Breaking the surface, turning floating on my back. My torso from my breasts to my pubic mound above the water. The faint glow of Phoebus over head. The serenity…
Lucy dropped from the tree and sat on a rock at the pools edge. The waterfall cascading down the rocks behind. Dipping her foot into the water a light kick splashing me. An intoxicating giggle… the tension.. I felt it urge inside me.. the desire to have her, she felt it too
Swimming to her rock, taking her foot in my hand I raise it to my lips kissing it gently. My hands rubbing her foot, and up her taunt legs kneading the stress from her.. one.. then the other..
Lucy leans back onto her elbows lavishing in the attention her flesh bare, form lithe, look sultry…
She loves when I worship her body, I emerge from the water my grip, skin, and kisses cooling to the touch. Her body heated, taunt, and wanting…
The desire is killing me, as I kiss my way up her body. Her head rolls back and forth. Lucy grabs the back of my head as I reach out and grab hers.
The look in her eyes I'll remember forever. Rarely is so much said with no words. I pull her head up as she pulls my head down. Our lips lock, passion explodes in my chest as an electric charge jolts into my veins. Soft moans onto her lips. Lucy's knee spreads my legs and presses against my vagina. She pushes on my shoulders, grinding her knee into my. My slick pussy aches for her touch, as I rock my hips against her leg. Moaning into her mouth with every subtle change of pace.
She turns us to the side, I slot my knee between her legs as we writhe together intertwined urging and moaning as we devour each other.
Hands gliding and sliding, pinching and pulling. My cool slick body, smashed into her hot taunt form. She bites my lip and I roll my head back and moan as she snacks my ass
“Fuuuuccckkkkk yyyyyeeessss Luuucccyyyy, Fuuuccckkk Mmmeeeeee darling” from my lips
“I thought you'd never ask, darling” she coos
She grips my ass hard and uses it to flip me under her. Her hand down my body dancing down my body. As I writhe, rock, and hump her knee between my legs.
She grips my jaw tightly staring down at me.. dominant and in control, her finger pushing inside me and pressing against my button, pulling up steady and persistent. Her thumb deftly circling my clit. She plays my body like a master violinist. Slow beautiful notes building and building. The pleasure grows inside me. My muscles grow taunt. Her eyes locked on mine as my toes curl, my leg squeeze her knee and hand. Quickly her pace quickens building into a crescendo, my muscles burning I feel the flush coming, a squeak escapes my mouth, I feel my eyes dilate, my body tight like a string…on her instrument
Lucy plunges her face and kisses me deep and passionately and I explode
My body quivering and shaking, as orgasm crashes into my like a rouge wave. I can't contain myself as I scream and moan into Lucy's mouth my life breath leaving my body as my pussy spasms around her fingers. Overstimulated I shake side to side my hand digging into her skull.
Primal lust surges inside me, face to face my forehead pressed into hers. I grab her inside leg and arm and turn us. Lucy land son her back as I bite hard into her leg. A snarl of lust escaping my lips as I need to feed on her body. I press my hands into her body. Feeling the soft flesh, filling me.. driving me
My own legs still suffering aftershocks. I kiss down her body, biting, pinching , and sucking Lucy's nipples, ribs, stomach and my lips slip down her smooth pubic mound… to her pussy
Pushing Lucy's legs apart I dive in with my tongue. The taste of her sex becoming my everything. My fingers spreading and entering
Taunt vaginal walls greet my tips with a velvet soft grip. As my tongue flicks onto her clit. Lips enveloping and sucking I hear Lucy's breath sharply pull in, her hand land lands on the back of my head as I grab her other hand in mine. The grip tight.
Pushing upwards again and again and again with my hand and fingers inside her pussy I feel it spasm. Gripping and milking my fingers tighter and tighter as the dance in the soft ridges of her. Up and down head bobs as I suck on her kxit my tongue swirling around it, moaning and humming. Vibrations from my soul spreading across her enraptured body.
Her grip tightens on mine, nails digging in…
“Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesssssssssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” she moans sharply
Leg squeeze down in me . Her whole body go still tight…..
A gutteral deep moan erupts from her mouth as he roussy gushes onto my fingers, I move my lips to taste her. Our hands gripped tight together as wave after wave of orgasm wash over her as I keep my my pace and tenacity.
“FUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!?” Lucy screams her back arched pussy driven into my mouth…
Her body collapses, as I roll to the side panting managing to crawl up. Holding each other close. Soft gentle kisses, like rain drops in storm.
“Mi amor” we whisper to each other foreheads pressed together
Time passes.. we clean ourselves in the pool. Giggling and laughing like lovers do. Helping each other back to camp. Walking through the forest hand in hand back to our bed
Our dream died that night…
We were naked, curled up in each others arms when the alarm sounded..all the alarms
Proximity alert for 14 signals… they had teamed up on us. 14 on 2 they were going to eliminate the front runners while they still could.
Fuck
Lucy and I turned and quickly downed our emergency biotic vials just as a concussive blast hit our ship shelter.
“Fuck! They aren't supposed to attack equipment!” I yell
“The proctors must have sent them, they should be intervening with that!” Lucy says
“You're better in a fight, charge them and I'll flank” I yell
We nod at each other and we are off naked as the day we were born
Lucy bursts from our ship her shield bursting out in front of her
I dart out the side and task our scouts and drones to make dive bomb attacks on the intruders
I leap over a blast, grab a tree branch and swing. I land my legs on either side of the head. Of one the attackers, twisting my flip her over and knock her out. Back on the run, I see Lucy take out another one as drones dive in and out of the chaos.
Lucy blocks to her right and charges blasting herself high into the air, twirling before blasting herself downward tackling her target to the ground and eliminating her.
She's about to get blasted from behind when I take the attackers in the flank, knee to the solarplex. My hand on the side of her neck I thrust up hard with my knee. In the low gravity she turns and flies off into the trees as I raise my hands and blast another in the side.
She turns just in time to block my attack, when Lucy rockets into her side with her elbow. Her lithe form is lit in by the light from Phobos in the night. Gleaming with the slightest amount of sweat.
Without looking Lucy backflips and bounds over a concussive blast in the low gravity. The blast takes the other girl in the side, eliminating her. Lucy rights herself as she gracefully glides to the ground. The moonlight catches her nude form perfectly. The girl who fired before at her takes aim. Lucy rockets behind herself and strikes downward with wicked speed, dive bombing her opponent.
The girl FIRES, Lucy does as well two shots!
The blasts collide and send shockwaves out, nearly knocking me from my feet. Lucy's second attack smashes into the girl eliminating her, Lucy flips through the air almost as if she was flying. I've never seen another person with the same amount of control in low gravity as her.
She lands one knee and hand on the ground head up and charges the next enemy
Amazed at Lucy's tenacity I start up again picking off another girl as Lucy charges at a group of four her shield tall and strong in front of her at running at full tilt.
I sweep to the side to take the group in the flank
I launch my assault firing concussive blasts again and again. I hear Lucy scream.. I look over and see her taken in the back from a cheap shot hiding in the trees above.
They all turn on me 8 on 1
Despair flows into me… then is burned away replaced
RAGE… RAGE OVERWHELMS ME
MY LUNGS light with fire
NOOOOOOOOONNNOOOOOOOONNNOOOOO YOU COCKSUCKING PUTAS!! ME CAGO EN TU PUTA MADRES!!! I WILL RIP YOUR ARMS OFF AND BEAT YOU WITH THEM!!! I WILL NOT BE STOPPED BY YOU!!!
I start moving faster than ever before, the passion and bloodlust over taking me. Gone are the strategic calculations. Only battle remains! Only the Rage! Seething up inside me!
They all fire on me, and in the air above me expecting me to leap.
I fire 2 blasts behind me then 3 more in front of me concussive impacts quake the air as it seems to heave. The kinetic impacts bringing the air to broiling. It sears my flesh as I rocket through the small opening.
Their faces are slack jawed. Dumbfounded as I unleash pandemonium and chaos. I blast not them but the trees around them
Sending trees and debris crashing in the wake of the concussive blasts.
Leaping I land on a falling tree running up the trunk
Firing again and again and again.. one of their shield breaks and I dive at her my knee taking her straight in the jaw, I hear the crack as she hits the ground. Not a moment sparred I grab a log and fire it at another two girls caught off guard by me behind their shield wall.
Somersaulting through the air, I hook a girl's neck behind my knee just as she is about to fire. Swinging around her body I grab her arms as she fires and aim them at her allies. Just before I fire directly into her back
Her concussed body goes flying at her allies they drop their shield so as to not hurt her, only to find me blasting through behind her. My feet hit a still standing tree and with both my arms out I fire again… and again… and again..
Both go down hard screaming in pain
Pain that is nowhere near my emotional pain
I hit the ground and scream
STAND AND FIGHT YOU CUNTS!!! FACE ME!!! I AM EMERA TRIUMPHANT!!! DAUGHTER OF EUROPA!! UNBENT, UNBOWED, UNBROKEN!!!
I scan around me.. all I hear is groans and whimpers and cries in pain.
My chest heaving up and down, my body dripping a primal sweat running down my nude form.
I hear a crackle of a speaker
All combatants defeated!
Victory to Emera of Europa!
I fall to my knees exhausted, crying, overextended, Lucy comes over to me rubbing my back and takes me into her arms. Rocking me back and forth
“They ruined it! They ruined everything! They'll separate us now!!” I yell my head buried into her chest shaking back and forth. My whole body overwhelmed and quivering with emotion.
“Every little thing is going to be alright mi amor” Lucy says as she cradles me…
I jolt awake on Lupis IV alone.... Lucy's smile filling my mind…

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The seven brothers of sin shifted uncomfortably behind me, their eager eyes watching me form a plan outside of a raging night club. The ruby lights flashed with the music, the boys looking rather uncomfortable in their designer black suits. Lowering a pair of sunglasses over my eyes, the club Blood Moon was getting a call. Flipping my dagger in between my fingers, my scarlet Jessica Rabbit dress had slits on both sides to allow me to move. Tucking my dagger into my cleavage, the boys had their weapons spinning in their palms. Sneaking in wasn't going to happen, the boys proving to be too eager to cause serious damage.
“We need to raid the tower to find Moonvanya. Your task is to fight off her bodyguards.” I commanded with a sad smile, all of them missing Croak as much as me. “I miss Croak as well but I have a feeling she will reincarnate as something close to us.” Lust cleared his throat, his hand running through his navy waves. What was this guy going to say? Nothing could make me feel better about my current situation.
“She will reincarnate as your first baby between Morte and you.” He spoke simply, smiling to himself. “She spoke as much to me a couple of weeks before she departed. I thought it was the sweetest thing that she wants you to be her mother.” Scarlet as bright as my dress painted my cheeks, my eyes refusing to meet his. The others attempted to comfort me, the words falling on deaf ears. My last mission taught me something and that help was always around me, Morte begging for me to begin to ask for it. That didn't mean that I had to listen to him all the time.
“Color me happy for the honor of raising her in the future.” I chirped cheerfully, their nerves easing a bit. “Time to destroy the party.” Plucking a bomb from my pocket, a devilish smile twisted across my face the moment I ripped out the top of my smoke bomb. Tossing it over my head, the miniature ball rolled into the club. Popping antidote pills into our mouth, the sleeping gas wouldn’t have an effect on us. Leaping over the bushes, a cloud of onyx smoke filled the entire building. Running in through the chaos, the stairs caught my eyes. Leaping over the chaos, the female representation of the seven sins blocked our path to the top. Raising their weapons, devilish grins illuminated their features. Weapons of all types whistled by my head, Lust shouting for me to go ahead. Watching the demons battle for me, guilt had hesitation holding me back. Motioning for me to go, my shimmering scarlet boots clicking up the stairs. Sounds echoed down the hall, I hid in the shadows. Two bodyguards twice my height and three times as muscular were seconds from coming down the flight of stairs I was on, the full moon masks obscuring their faces. Shadow snakes slithered down my arms, shadowy energy building round the heel of my boots. Hovering around the corner, the timing had to be perfect. Seconds from rounding the corner, my muscles groaned in protest the moment I lifted my foot over my head. Slamming my heel into the landing, pure energy shattered the stairs beneath them. Spinning on my toes with my other leg straight in the air, another ball of energy built around my boots. Swinging my feet towards their heads, the snaps of their necks breaking had nausea wracking my stomach. Hissing echoed in the air as my snakes devoured their bodies in seconds. Climbing what remained of the stairs, a low growl had the hairs standing on the back of my head. A scaled dragon creature charged at me, the monster belonging to Stormana. Assessing its energy, the monster smelled of her. Putting the pieces together, it was merely a piece of her. Digging at the concrete underneath, the inky black scales shimmered as it scurried towards me. Pushing off the concrete, the monster snarled the moment I landed on its head. Running along its long body, this would be an opportune time for me to figure out what damaged our newest enemy Stormy. Pushing off its swinging tail, my dagger expanded to its full form. Slamming the tip towards the scales, sparks flew back with me. Smashing into the wall, plaster rained down on me. The scales were impenetrable, my shadow snakes howling in pain. Clutching my side, their pain was mine. Silent tears danced down my cheeks, the monster tearing them to pieces. Struggling to my feet, my guardians needed me. Horror rounded my eyes at a ball of flames crackling to life in its mouth. Calling them back, they slithered back into my palm. My blade shrank down to a dagger, most of my powers fading while my snakes worked to heal themselves. Croak would bound in about now, my heart aching for her. Struggling to my feet, the fight wasn’t over. Cuts appeared on my skin, several organs bursting. Sinking to my knees, a flash of wild scarlet curls caught my eyes. Watching my blood pool around me, an invisible weapon had been used on me. The creature bounding towards me tripled, a groan oozing of agony pouring from my lips. Falling forward, the feeling of hot air lashing at my cheeks had me frantically feeling around for my emergency bomb. Rolling it to my trembling hand, a tear of the trigger had it ticking. Using the rest of my strength had it flying into its stomach. Bracing myself for impact, a slender but muscular arm scooped me up. Hel smiled down at me, her blade spinning in her palm. Covering me with her body, blood and guts rained down onto her crimson leather jacket. Checking me over for my wounds, a low growl rumbled in her throat. Don't die for me too, you freaking idiot.
“Let me take this one, my dear friend.” She pleaded while mixing a healing potion, pure rage burning in her eyes. “Drink this like a good friend.” Forcing the vial into my mouth, a thick liquid coated my throat on the way down. Crashing up the stairs, nothing came into focus. Neon green smoke curled around me, Eris slapping my cheeks to wake me up.
“Come on, girl. We need you.” She begged with neon tears in my eyes, her hand hovering over my heart. “Stormana is heading our way and we don’t stand a chance.” Helping me to my feet, our target’s head hit the tip of my boot. Praying for the gods to heal me to fight their enemy, a golden glittering ray encompassed me. Reversing any damage, a dark energy had swallowed the area. Extending my dagger to its full length, Eris and Hel protested as I climbed onto the nearest ledge. Turning back to face them, a quiet smile lingered on my lips. Jumping off, smoke scented air nipped at my cheeks. Landing on a tree branch, the wood groaned the moment I lowered myself onto the pavement. Kicking off my boots, an eerie female voice called for me. Sprinting towards the source, the branches clawed at my cheeks. Pushing through the pain, my team caught up to me. Remembering how Croak ended, the others paled at my words. No one was dying by her hands under my watch.
“Don’t follow me and help the victims get out of the building safely. The very thing is about to buckle.” I ordered tersely, Eris and Hel begging to come along. “I can’t have you guys come either. That is how Croak died. If I were to lose any of you, I don’t know how sane I would be after that.” Crunching back towards the screaming people, Stormy was my problem and mine alone. Continuing to dart in between the trees, the branches dug their fingers into my flesh once more. Catching sight of her, I hid behind a tree. Resting for a second, her dragon eyes scanned the surrounding trees. Couldn't she leave us alone!
“Back to play, my little rat.” She teased with a maniacal giggle, her Cheshire Cat grin growing wider. “No backup this time. Did I scar you?” Chills ran up my spine at the last statement, mixed emotions flashing in my eyes. The color drained from my cheeks, the image of her cutting down Croak paralyzing me. No enemy had scared me to this point, discreet weeps pouring from my lips. Croak, I needed Croak. Bowing my head in shame, Lust’s words had a smile curling on my lips. Yes, I could go home and bring her back into my life. Storm clouds rumbled to life, a heavy rain washing the blood off of my skin. Using the storm to cover my movements, my breath hitching with each step. Coming up behind her, sparks danced in the air the moment our blades met. Her golden flame sword glowed in the deepening darkness, determination showing in my defiant smile.
“Not today! You will never scare me!” I shouted through a wall of tears, raw fury doubling my powers. “Your head on my wall will be your payment for taking her away. Croak had no business dying that day, you fucking monster!” Swinging her blade towards me, frustration grew in her face at how easily I dodged it. Slamming the tip of my blade into the dirt, a blast of shadowy energy shot her into the dark clouds. Tracking where she would land, golden flames had me ducking behind a rock. Burying my head into my arms, flames torched the rock protecting me. Strength was on her side, my wit would have to make up the difference. Today wasn’t a battle to decide the winner but how she fought. Sure, the blows would sting but more information would be gathered. Poking my head up, Stormy was nowhere to be seen. Trusting my intuition, an annoyed great flowed from my lips at her popping up over me. Rolling out of the way, sparks fluttered with ash upon her claw’s contact with the rock. Jumping to my feet, her way wasn’t going to flourish under my retaliation. Summoning a few of my snakes, terror rounded my eyes at the golden flame dragon roaring behind her. Cocking her head to the left with a crazed grin, a bead of sweat dripped off of her brow. Scanning her for a vulnerable spot, her horns glittered at the right moment. Ordering my snakes to keep the dragon busy, bark groaned as I leapt onto the nearest branch. Jumping from branch to branch, the angle of my strike had to be deadly accurate. My shadow snakes twirled around the dragon, something preventing them from burning. Picking up on the change in my own scent, the slight scent of a cloud reminded me of how gods smelled. The opportunity presented itself, a kick off the branch giving enough speed to propel myself at her. Swinging my blade over my head, the sound of her horns snapping off had us both stunned. Hitting the dirt with her horns, dark blood poured down her face. Golden flames whisked her away, the surplus of energy had me too paralyzed to move. Reaching for her horns, my fingers curled around the smallest parts. Hugging them close to my chest, something had been gained from this pointless fight. Thousands of voices whispered in my ears, Hel scooping me up. Wishing that the chaos would die down, no such luck would be granted. Carrying me into the clouds, pride shimmered in her eyes. Not grasping what was going on, her slender hands set me down in front of the lead god in his flowing robes and golden mask. Resting on my haunches, the horns hit my lap. Scrambling to catch them, those darn things were my prize. Panic twisted my features at the sight of an empty chair, my anxious mind wondering what divine punishment was coming my way. Wasting no time, his big hand slid on a jet black snake mask over my face. Draping a matching cloak over me, nothing was getting pieced together in my mind. What the hell was he thinking!
“Goddess of Shadows, you may now rise.” He announced with pride, the others clapping out of necessity as he leaned in to whisper into my ears. “Rise and take your throne among the gods. Don’t worry, you can go home after.” Embarrassment colored my cheeks, my muscles were too weak to move. Not proud of the state of my body, the other gods didn't need to see this side of me.
“I can’t.” I returned in a quiet whisper, his eyes flitting about the room. “When you gave me that boost, I might have used it too fast and long. The willpower doesn’t exist anymore.” Averting my gaze to the clouds, his finger lifted up my chin. Tears dripped off of my chin, every cell in me wanting Croak to be alive.
“That chair is yours. Sacrifices are a part of a hero’s journey.” He continued soft enough for only me to hear, the years of service paying off in the worst way. “What if I told you that I made you a goddess myself?” Time slowed down, our eyes locking with the utmost respect passing between us. Struggling to my feet, Hel helped me over to my throne in a way that didn't show my current weakness. Darkening to a midnight black, the lead god took his throne. Hel stood behind me, true bliss relaxing her features. Glancing up at her, her hand cupped mine. Depising the abruptness of it all, my eyes scanned the room.
“We have a new goddess of the shadows and Hel is her first worshiper. Respect her as much as you respect me. Many years have been sacrificed on her behalf and a broken life.” He proclaimed while accepting a golden goblet overflowing with wine, jealous glares snapping in my direction. “Judging by your reactions, my decision is final. She is my second in command. Not one of you has been considerate or half as great as a leader she could be. Today she will go back home and do her damn job because she wants to, not has to. Those horns are from our enemy. Have any of you gotten close to harming Stormana? No, sit down and shut up!” Getting onto the tasks at hand, Hel plopped onto the armrest of my chair. Summoning a pad and pen, the tip never stopped moving. Drowning in the sea of hatred and bitterness, Hel’s fingers intertwined with mine. Leaning down close to my ear, her words did little to ease my decaying mental health.
"I pleaded with him to make you a goddess.” She whispered kindly in my ear, her other hand playing tucking a piece of hair behind my ears. “All you needed was one worshiper and here I am. Bask in what you earned.” Returning to taking notes, the horns glittering on my lap had my full attention. Drooling over cutting them open and testing the tissues had me wishing that this meeting was over. A bell rang, the others rising. Popping to my feet, Hel stabilized me long enough to prepare me for my descent. Embracing me from behind as I clung to the horns, our bodies sinking back down towards our home. Feeling well enough to walk on my own, a pang jolted my side. A fever burned on my cheeks, the thin layer of sweat glistening on my skin. Limping down to the basement, my blade shrank back down to its dagger form. Tucking it into the case, Morte looking up from his current monster didn’t slow my steps. Slamming her horns onto the next examination table, Morte cleared his throat as I began to set up my tools. Spinning on his heels, blood stains dotted his white lab coat. Cupping my mouth, the sight of it had me fighting the urge to toss up my lunch.
“A zombie looks better than you. Maybe you should get some r-” He commented with a mixture of playfulness and the usual concern. Wiping the sweat off of my brow, his palms slamming on my table snapped me back to reality. Blushing hard at how close his face was to mine, an impatient scowl dimmed his features. Sliding over a new pair of gloves while changing his own, one touch on both horns had them decaying into several thick circles. Hating that I didn't get to cut them myself, my brow twitched with obvious annoyance.
“Talk to me. Why do you smell so delectable? I can’t seem to resist you.” He demanded with an apologetic smile, my gloved fingers tracing the pieces of the horn. “Another thing bothers me, you smell like you are entering a h-” Covering his mouth, the task at hand needed to be dealt with. Too feeble to speak for a second, the room began to spin. Time, time wasn’t on my hands.
“Don’t worry about it. I am a goddess, a legit goddess.” I choked out through gritted teeth, another jolt announcing my heat. “Get back to w-” Cupping my cheek, his lips smashed into mine desperately. Sinking into the moment, my heart rate matched his. Releasing me from his spell, the stool hissed the moment I crashed onto the hard top. Lowering my hand to the table, a strange paleness came over my skin.
“Nice. That makes you more impressive in my eyes. What you need to confirm is what state of your goddamn heat you are in. If I am going to make a potion to repress it, a few more facts are required.” He complimented me lovingly, the room spinning again. “I can wait for all of eternity.” Shaking my head, the repression wouldn’t be necessary.
“Let’s go through with it.” I wept with a sad smile, wanting to feel the warmth of bearing a child. “Croak wants to come back and I can’t deny a friend.” Taking a second to register to what I said, his genuine smile had life flickering in his eyes. Pressing his palms together, uncontrollable sobs wracked his body. Judging by Stormy’s reaction, her horns would need to grow back before we battled again. Demons with horns were as strong as the size of their horns, my little victory buying me time to figure out what destroyed my enemy.
“You can’t be serious with that request.” He spoke in disbelief, his ears flicking about. “My dreams are about to come true!” Dancing over to me, he spun me around. Spinning me underneath him, his lips kissed mine tenderly. Swinging me back up to my feet, his hands rested on my shoulders. There's the Morte I loved back then, everything about him oozing life.
“Calm down and get your work done. I will tell you when I am ready.” I chuckled lightly, placing the biggest pieces into an evidence bag. Returning to his monster with a fresh pair of gloves, my shaking fingers picked up the scraping tool. Digging at the center of the horn, my fingers traced the rings in her horn. Counting the rings, these horns were thousands of years old. Hel popped up behind me, her cheery hello sending me ten feet into the air. Catching me before I hit the floor, her gloved hand laid down several evidence bags. Plopping down next to me, her pensive expression had my tired smile falling.
“Several more gods defected today.” She informed me while rubbing her palms together, shame dimming my eyes. “Don’t be so glum. They are nothing for us to destroy. People like us don’t get second chances but look at you. Second in command is impressive. Hell, he hasn’t had one for years. Are you going to quench your cycle or are you going to ignore it?” Flashing her a sad smile, my shaking fingers dropped the pieces into the bags.
“Not this time. Morte and I lost everything that night. Croak wants to come back. She is entrusting me with her happy ending.” I answered simply, her face brightening at my reply. “Why so happy? Part of me is giving in to my dreams. Do you want to learn how to catalog items?” Nodding her head vigorously, the way she focused on my lesson had me happy to be like her sister. Finishing up the last item, Hel popped to her feet. Beginning to bow in my direction, my palm caught her forehead. Can people quit acting like they need to bow!
“We are friends not a master and a servant.” I teased blithely, remembering how the twins kept trying to bow. “I suppose I can count on you to be my bodyguard.” Remaining in the awkward position, her arms dangled limply. Mumbling a series of gracious thank yous, she buried me into a bear hug. Basking in her warmth, both of us had something to live for. How long has it been since I felt this jovial? The flames of hope burned in my heart, Hel helping me to see a way out.

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Chapter 35 l Chapter 36 l Chapter 37 l Chapter 38 l Chapter 39
Chapter 40 l Chapter 41 l Chapter 42

Ragna
I didn’t feel any wind. I held Gabriel’s hand as we ascended, I could certainly tell we were moving upwards.

“My mother said time worked differently in Sheol, have we met on the mortal plane yet?” I asked Gabriel.

“Yes,” they said curtly.

I looked away, “...So, you know St. Michael chose poorly, then?”

“If you think St. Michael chose poorly, then I suppose he did,” Gabriel spoke, their words soft and demure, “Had you said nothing on the matter, I would not agree with you.”

I furrowed my brow, “But I failed.”

“You were defeated,” Gabriel clarified, “Whether you failed or not has yet to be determined.”

I felt hopeful, for a moment. Maybe in Timothy’s hands the Sanctified Blade of the Guardians would find better use? Maybe that’s why Michael gave it to me? Because Michael knew I could lead the Archangels with it symbolically, knowing that I would give it to the right person?

“Your intuitive mind takes little to reach its conclusions,” Gabriel noted.

“...Oh,” I paused, “You can hear my thoughts?”

“I can see your emotions,” Gabriel explained, “It’s why I am unable to tell you why you have been called upon. If I gave you even the slightest clue, you’d likely already have deduced the nature of your meeting with Our Father,” Gabriel sighed. “You share that trait with your father: Far too wise for your own good.”

I was unsure how to take such an assessment of myself, but decided I had best remain quiet going forward.

As the scene around me changed. Towering over us was a massive silver wall of light. At almost 10 meters high, was a huge golden gate with white alabaster accents glimmering in surreal white light.

Standing before the gate, with a massive bronze staff in one hand and an oversized tome in the other, was a Cherubim Angel, clad head to toe in bronze armor. Over the armor were long white robes, covering them from the shoulders to their knees, tied to their armor with a large silvery belt.

The helm of the Bronze Angel turned to me, “... Melinoë Walters, also known as Sellenia Misho, the Ragnarök.” As the Angel spoke, its massive book opened, pages turning on their own as it did.

I paused, “Walters?” I turned to Gabriel, “Wait, Persephone had a last name on Dei?”

“Her first name was Cleopatra,” Gabriel’s voices echoed through the nearly endless space we stood in.

“Cleopatra? But Teryn called her… oooh… Pat, okay, yeah, that makes sense for Teryn, yeah,” I sighed, “...Guess she did that to everyone she met.”

“Only her friends,” Gabriel said, one head smiling, “...She calls me ‘Reia’.”

“...Huh,” I said, unsure how else to react.

Teryn would know Seraphim, wouldn’t she? Especially if Gabriel and other angels ferried souls to and from Sheol.

I wondered what she called the Angel Duma?

“...Your sins are so numerous, I am unsure, even with Gabriel ferrying your feted soul, how you do not sink into the depths of Hell,” the Bronze angel spoke, the gates opening, “I would carry that knowledge with you. For should Gabriel release you for but a moment behind these gates, the weight of your sins would drag you downward to eternal damnation.”

**“**Thank you, Brother Cephas,” Gabriel whispered, as we passed by, “For educating Ragna on her current predicament,” Gabriel looked down to me, “Come along, Ragna. We should not keep Our Father waiting.”

I turned to Cephas, looking at their visor, “Who did I hurt the most, in my life?”

Cephas did not hesitate in the least, “Our Father.”

My brow furrowed, “I don’t-”

“All sinners harm Our Father the most, above all!” His mighty voice boomed through the air. “For He sees all and He loves most. For Our Father loves His children more than any. To see them falter, to see them suffer and to bring others suffering, pains Him more than any other being on this or the next plane!” Cerphas declared.

I flinched as I felt Gabriel tugging me.

“Come,” Gabriel’s voice called. The large gates began to open before me. “...I should warn, those whom you vanquished that were found to be worthy are likely to be here. Your coming was, indeed, heralded.”

“And what does that mean?” I asked.

“It means keep your anger in check,” Gabriel chided.

I heaved a sigh as we walked through the gates.

As we passed through the towering gates, the scene changed entirely.

We were not standing near a gateway at all, but rather we were surrounded by towering white marble structures that defied all logic and physics.

Huge marble spires floated, upside down, on the horizon. Some were not even angled, but smoothed out hive-like structures with many windows and doors.

A yellow light filled the air, with both a flawless sunset on the far eastern side and a beautiful sunrise on the west.

I looked straight up and saw the shimmering twinkle of a night sky. Depending upon where I looked, the entire landscape took on the time of day I had last glanced upon.

My voice was caught in my throat as Gabriel began to lead me through the vast and almost infinite reaches of this place.

The horizon stretched out in every direction. The ground my feet treaded on was both yielding and firm. Looking down showed me the material looked like clouds, but felt like a sort of padded floor.

I noticed angels flying in the air. They began to land nearby.

It wasn’t long before I felt a chill running down my spine as I realized I recognized some of their faces.

Some gazed at me with somber eyes.

Others fixed me with glares full of anger and in this place I could see they felt a mixture of aversion to my presence but a satisfaction of justice. A sense of retribution filled the air.

“...These are the angles of the Guardian Temple I slew, aren’t they?” I asked Gabriel quietly.

“Yes,” Gabriel spoke succinctly.

One walked before us, the angel’s white wings opened. He had long blonde hair and his gray eyes fixed me with a look of disdain.

“Hastapher, clear a path,” Gabriel instructed.

Hastapher. Oh.

I frowned.

The old leader of the Guardian Temple’s defenses.

I gritted my teeth.

Hastapher pointed to me, his eyes narrowed on me, “Did you taste love but for less than 5 years, wicked one? Spawn of the Morning Star?”

I paused, narrowing my eyes on him, “...What?”

“Hastapher,” Gabriel growled, “Not now. Father has requested her presence.”

“Answer me, Cursed Daughter of Lucifer!” Hastapher shouted.

“No,” I quipped.

I recalled the words Hastapher spoke before I slew him: “May any happiness you ever have be tainted by greater sorrow. May the feat of victory always turn to ash in your mouth.”

Hastapher’s angry face changed and he moved, “Good.”

I gritted my teeth.

That curse upon me was real?! I nearly leapt at him until I spotted someone out of the corner of my eye.

Standing next to a mighty black-skinned Niten Dragon was Rachel.

Her red hair was down and her eyes were once again a soft blue. She looked so pure, so serene, but so heartbroken watching me.

My eyes filled with tears and I pulled away from Gabriel.

I heard Gabriel call out as my hand left their’s.

I watched Hastapher’s armor appear on him as he moved to stop me.

I jumped into the air and I soared towards Rachel.

Rachel pushed the Black Niten Dragon away from her and flew towards me.

“Rachel!” I shouted as I flew towards her.

Rachel smiled and shouted to me, “Ragna!”

We embraced.

I held her tight. The scent of her hair was the same. As we latched onto each other and landed on the ground, I could feel the memories we shared.

It was as if I was reliving every moment I had with her, however brief.

Memories of us on our little Eden. Visions of her pregnant with Lucilia.

I pulled back just enough to kiss her and she kissed me back.

At this moment, nothing else existed. Just her.

Just my Rachel and I.

My Dream. My Amaranthe.

When the kiss broke, her forehead pressed to mine and I couldn’t help but laugh through my tears of joy, “My Amaranthe…” I whispered, barely able to speak.

Rachel sniffled, “...Ragna. I missed you. I’m so sorry… I… I didn’t mean to leave you.”

My lip trembled as I heard footsteps behind me.

“...An enigma you both remain,” Gabriel’s voices spoke softly.

All around us, angels had cleared a circle, as if we were toxic or could somehow harm them.

Hastapher was closer than others, but held back many, “Do not touch them…” He spoke softly “...Ragna hangs here but by a thread.”

I looked at Rachel and I felt my knees sinking into the floor.

Rachel held me tight, “Don’t leave me again!”
Gabriel’s hand seized my shoulder, my knees no longer sinking. “Even with pure love, you nearly fell. It is a miracle you did not, Ragna. That was reckless of you,” Gabriel warned.

I turned to Gabriel, glaring, “I thought you lived for reunions.”

Gabriel’s three heads all raised their eyebrows.

I turned back to Rachel, looking at her beautiful tear filled eyes. I kissed her forehead and dried her tears, holding her face in my hands, “I will come back for you. I swear to you. Nothing here can keep me from you.”

Rachel just pursed her lips and nodded. She kissed me once more and I returned it.

“...That is enough, Ragna,” Gabriel whispered.

I broke the kiss and stood, my hand lingering on Rachel’s face as she looked up to me longingly.

“I promise,” I shouted as Gabriel led me onward, “I will come back for you!”

Rachel reached out to me, the Black Niten Dragon holding her back by the shoulder, Hastapher standing between us as Gabriel led me onward.

“Ragna!” Rachel cried, “I love you!”

“I love you too!” I answered back before I was taken far from her.

“...You should not make promises you cannot keep, Ragna,” Gabriel explained once we were out of earshot.

I took one of Gabriel’s hands as they led me onward, glaring ahead, “If anyone here… and I mean anyone thinks they can keep me from my Rachel, they’ll be sorely mistaken.”

Gabriel scoffed as they led me onward and I noticed less and less structures around us, “You are indeed, your father’s child.”

I glared at Gabriel as we continued forward.

Eventually, I saw a golden staircase looming out of the horizon.

It was narrow, but towering. Reaching high into the sky, where it ended I couldn’t see, outside of a pin-hole of white light where the stairs top could no longer be seen.

The base of the stairs had black obsidian-like flooring.

Gabriel stood there and turned to me, “Here you may release me. You will not fall from here onward.”

I let go, looking around, “So… where is ‘Our Father’?” I asked.

Gabriel pointed up the stairs, “They are there,” Gabriel turned to the steps, “Upon the top of these steps is the Throne of Heaven, where Our Father sits and waits.”

I looked up the dizzying steps.

No railings, no structure holding the steps together.

Each step floated on its own accord, suspended by nothing, connected to the other steps by nothing. All only half a meter wide.

“And I’m climbing to meet Them?” I asked.

“You will attempt to climb,” Gabriel said as they turned from me, “Only Angels have survived the journey. Fall from the steps and you will burn in Hellfire. But that is the least of your concerns,” Gabriel explained.

“The least of my concerns?” I scoffed, “What do you mean?”

“To climb upon these steps is to face the Creator of our universe. The raw power of The Almighty is so grand that even to stand near Their Radiance is to stand before a burning star. Those souls who lack the constitution to weather such power will burn away, until nothing remains,” Gabriel spoke firmly to me.

I shrugged, “So, I need to climb up the stairs, not fall and face the power of a star unprotected?” I spread my wings.

“You’ll find your wings will not help you here, Ragna,” Gabriel chuckled, “The power of The Almighty would cast you down immediately.”

I narrowed my eyes, “...Thanks for the warning. Are you hoping I will fail?”

Gabriel nodded, “As I said, you should not make promises you cannot keep. I suspect this will be the last time we see one another.”

I turned to Gabriel, “If I don’t make it… What happens?” I asked.

“God shall enact His final act and His children shall be with him,” Gabriel sighed, “The mortal realm will be left to those immortals who would call themselves Gods and the damned left at their mercy.”

I frowned, “So… Eris… Xyphiel…” I winced, “...And every demon in Hell.”

Gabriel nodded, “Yes. But worry not, your love will be safe. I can promise that much.”

I looked to the steps and then back to Gabriel, “Thank you for that.”

“This may come as a shock, but I know what it is like to lose a loved one, only to find them on the other side,” Gabriel explained, “This is something I only discovered recently… after I suffered a remediation from my Father.”

I scoffed, “And what did you do that angered your father?”

Gabriel paused, the eyes on two of their heads closing as the eyes on one faced me sternly, “I loved a mortal and kept him on the mortal plane without an edict or any other logical reason. For this, I was punished.”

“Well, even the pious can err, huh?” I mocked.

Gabriel’s eyes opened, all fixed upon me with wrath, “If you fall now, none would know if it were by my hand or by your own failing.”

“I think someone would know, since They know everything,” I chuckled as I shook my head, “But I will not fall. Not to you and not as I climb” I declared as I made my way to the steps, moving to the first and already feeling a potent heat hitting me in the face.

I moved to the second step and nearly stumbled back as a powerful wind pushed against me.

“It starts with one~” Gabriel’s voices began to sing.

I growled and started slowly up the next step.

“All I know,” Gabriel’s voices called out, “It’s so unreal.”

I walked further, at the fifth step at least, I found the heat was nearly unbearable, like facing into the exhaust of a powerful engine.

Gabriel’s voices rang out in song, both mourning and joyful, “Just to watch you go~”

I grunted, pushing myself up to my feet and moving up farther. I pushed past several more steps before I fell forward, gripping the hot golden metal before me.

I felt my hands searing from the heat and turned back to see only a dozen or so steps had been cleared.

Gabriel remained below, their voices ringing out, almost taunting as they sang. “I tried so hard, and got so far. But in the end, it doesn’t even matter. I had to fall, to lose it all, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter.”

I growled and pushed myself higher, feeling the heat through the soles of my feet as I climbed.

The hot wind blew my hair wildly and the heat penetrated my clothing as I climbed, keeping my eyes fixed on the next step before me.

“I try so hard,” Gabriel’s voices sang, “Got so far.”

I gritted my teeth and started a mad sprint upwards, trying to ignore the heat, the pain and every bit of chaos around me.

I focused on one step before the other.

I moved up at least another dozen steps before I had to fall to my knees, the heat overwhelming me as I felt my clothing start to burn.

“In the end~” Gabriel’s voices rang out, the final word holding for what seemed like eternity as I knelt.

I tossed my jacket off, watching it ignite in the air as I pulled my belt off. The soles of my boots had already burned away, my bare feet sizzled on scorching gilded steps.

“Pain is temporary,” I tried to encourage myself, as I pressed onward.

Gabriel finally changed from their long note, their voices somehow still reaching me, “I tried so hard, and got so far! But in the end, it doesn’t even matter. I had to fall, to lose it all! But in the end, it doesn’t even matter!”

I grunted and pushed onwards, the song Gabriel’s voices sang now seemed far more personal. As if they hadn’t been personal enough, I now set myself to a slow, steady and grueling pace of setting one bare foot before the other on burning step after burning step.

“I’ve put my trust in you. Pushed as far as I could go. For all this, there’s only one thing you should know-” Gabriel’s voices called out as a potent wind made me pause for a moment, their voice taking on a venom I didn’t expect. “I’ve put my trust in you! Pushed as far as I can go! For all this, there’s only one thing you should know! I tried so hard and got so far. In the end, it doesn’t even matter! You had to fall to lose it all - but in the end, it doesn’t even matter!”

I pulled myself up, gritting my teeth as I continued, the wind growing in strength both in intensity and heat.

My hair ignited and despite this I pushed on. Gabriel’s last words that I could hear were ringing in my mind.

I wasn’t going to fall as they wanted. I would see Rachel again. I’d see Zepherina again. My Lucilia. I would see my family once more!

As I pushed onwards, a blast of heat nearly knocked me off the edge of one step.

I could barely see as my eyes felt like they were burning.

I paused, grabbing the step ahead of me with one hand as I knelt on the other.

I screamed in pain as what little clothing remained ignited and burned away.

Now, I was completely and utterly exposed. I held my wings tight to my back, pushed myself up and kept walking.

The searing heat from each step only grew more intense as I climbed.

I glanced down to my hand, seeing my very flesh bubbling and charring.

I turned away from the sight, trying not to focus on what was happening to me.

I glanced upwards and it seemed I had made almost no real progress. The pin-point of light was still so far away.

I pushed onwards, the heat only growing, my pain only intensifying.

Still, I pushed onward.

A shot of light shocked me, a soft violet hue filled my vision.

I glanced down at my hand, noticing no flesh remained, but now a glowing essence of sorts.

A violet light, faintly glowing around me. Steam seeping from my hand in the powerful hot wind.

“Oh Guardians… My soul’s being stripped bare…” I thought as I watched violet mana slip away in the monstrously brutal wind.

I shook my head and carried on with my climb.

By no means did it get easier.

If anything my flesh was a buffer against the pain. Now every blast of hot wind felt like pins being slammed into my body. My soul?

I think all of my physical form had been eradicated at this point as I made my arduous climb skyward.

Even though my wings lacked feathers, a dangerous glance backwards showed they were bare wings. Even the flesh on them was stripped away, all that remained were glowing violet wing bones with wisps of mana between them.

Even turning nearly made me fall as the dizzying height I had reached showed I was so far away from where I started that it looked like nothing but a pin-prick of a black dot.

I began to panic slightly as I looked up at the sky above.

There, the pin-prick had changed.

Now, a fiery ball of light shimmered in the distance and gazing upon it burned my eyes.

I cast my eyes down, looking at the burning golden steps I was currently frying on.

I crawled up the steps now, one hand ahead of the other, one knee at a time.

The only relief came from when I would lift a limb up and while the pain stopped for a moment, it came back when I made contact with the golden step.

It was here that I realized my hands were withering away.

Each moment they remained on the step more and more of my hand burned away.

Now, I climbed with the stumps of my forearms, unable to grasp the step before me.

I couldn’t feel my feet as well.

I wondered what I looked like now. An unfinished model of a figure, perhaps?

Lacking all definitions that made me what I was.

My hair, my skin, my feathers.

Was I even myself?

What was driving me? Why was I subjecting myself to this horrific experience?

Rachel.

With renewed vigor, I pushed myself further.

Rachel, Timothy, Lucilia, Zepherina and even Maddy.

My family, my friends, everyone who would call me nothing more than the product of my parents.

I wouldn’t fall.

I would pass this trial, no matter how excruciating it was.

No matter how much of myself was burned away.

I wasn’t going to fail.

I couldn’t fail, not now.

I chuckled, it was just as Gabriel said, “I had come so far…”
The wind stopped abruptly. As did the burning in my limbs.

Though I still felt the heat.

I looked up and was immediately blinded by an unyielding white light.

I recoiled, trying to guard my face with my arm but still the light burned my eyes. All I could do was cast my eyes away from the source.

A cacophony of voices of all ages, genders and accents filled my ears.

It felt as if someone was stabbing my ears with a thousand needles. It was so loud.

“Ah, I see you have finally made it.”

I gasped in pain, “Please… Not so loud!” I begged.

The volume didn’t change, nor did the pain of every word, “I am sorry. These words shall pain you. I will attempt to be brief.”

I grunted as I heard the words, “Fine! Then… Speak! Why have you brought me here?! What do you want with me?!”

“Want? No.” The cacophony called out, “Need.”

I panted as I heard that the Father, Guardians or whatever, was doing Their best to be brief. But it seemed that being brief meant They were being vague. “Just… Please tell me everything you need from me. I’ll just… Bare it…” I shivered in pain.

“Very well. I do not wish to harm you, Daughter of Lucifer. But, I will tell you all now, since you are before Me.” The Guardian’s began, “No God rules forever, though all Gods are Eternal. How does this strike you, Ragna?”

I winced, taking a moment to collect myself, “Gods… Come and go with worship, right? Some rise, some fall… Eris was weak and then she started to get some praise, she got stronger when Chaos took hold of the world.”

“Yes. The Spirit of Chaos is but a trifling thing. Though the power she wields, it is very specific for one. For even she cannot peer past this moment,” The Guardians explained.

“And, I know this will hurt to hear but, what is the significance of this moment?” I asked.

“The moment when Ragna Misho comes before Us. Not every path led you here. In fact, but one path did. It was not the cleanest path, nor the one I desired, but such is free will. We know all choices made, We know all paths forward. We see the beginning and the end, for We are the Alpha and the Omega.” The Guardians declared.

“So free will is bullshit?!” I shouted, still reeling from the pain of the Guardians' words.

“Far from it,” the Guardians bellowed, “Free will is why I am, both Omnipotent and Omni-absent.”

I caught my breath, the Guardians allowing me time to understand.

“We see all choices of all people. As such, We cannot know what true path the world will take. There are endless destinies and We have seen every one of them. We cannot choose the outcome. We plan and We wish for one, but the Free Will of Mortals is a constant challenge. A blessing and a curse.”

I panted, “So, you know the outcome of every decision I could have ever made?”

“And the outcomes of those decisions you could not make. Those of your mother and father, your brother and even those whom you did not realize altered your path.” The Guardians explained.

“So,” I took a deep breath, which only served to steel myself, “What is it you want from me? Why have you asked me here?”

“We want to offer you a path to redemption. For you, Ragna, have found Love. You understand, for once, what Love is. That is how you climbed. If you did not know Love, you would fail. Either fallen or vanished. Your faith remained with your heart. But still, you have done so much wrong, your soul is unclean, unfit to rise. It will either sit in Sheol or burn in Hellfire.”

I looked up, trying to stare at the blinding light once more, but I had to turn away, “So… What are the terms? What must I do? Will you send me back to finish it? To vanquish Xyphiel?!”

“No. We will leave this plane. We shall take our children and retire. But someone must shepard the damned souls and give them a chance at redemption,” The Guardian’s voices all appeared to change tone, they were happier, for a moment, “Who better to guide a flock of those needing redemption than one who, herself, seeks a second chance?”

I paused to consider and I slowly got to my feet, “So, I cannot go back… You want me to watch over the souls of the damned and help them become redeemed?”

“Yes. For We love Our children. Even you, Ragna, who slew so many. We love you and We wish for all those who suffer to attain one final chance to join Us in Heaven. So I will ask: "Will you shepard my lost flock, Ragna?”

I let out a slow breath, lifting my face to try to gaze at the bright light again. I got as far as looking at the base of a mighty throne. “...Under one condition.”

The voices of the Guardians all grew angry with me and I staggered back from a powerful burst of heat, “Doth thou think We are bartering?! Doth thou think you can disrespect Us, Your Spiritual Father?!”

Trembling, I slowly answered, “You know what I want. You know what I’m thinking,” I said softly, “...You know all I want is Love, right?”

The voices seemed to calm, “There were two choices you could have made, Ragna.”

The voices didn’t hurt my ears now as I felt a rush of cool air surrounding me.

“We are pleased that you have made the best choice,” The Guardian's voices called to me.

I felt calm, the pain in my body vanishing as my heart felt, for once, at ease, “...Thank You. I won’t let you down. But… What about Xyphiel?”

“That is for the mortals to resolve,” The Guardians called out, “We have given them all they need. Now, the task is upon them. The most difficult part of my task, as always, is to extend to my children my most powerful gift.”

I shivered as I felt my flesh and clothing restoring, “What gift is that?”

“My Eternal Faith.”

This is a list of all Combat Achievements I got, with a few notes and alternatives. While this guide is focused on main accounts, I will try to note some Ironman friendly options (I don't play IM mode though so take 'em with a grain of salt).
Alternatives

• xSimo's guide, I did not follow this because KBD and DKs are scary
• Extile's guide to 61 points at CoX Discovered this pretty late into my grind but included because I think it's well done
• Chaos Fanatic: I feel like this would be easy (except for Praying to the Gods) to get a few CAs
• Obor and Bryophyta: I Just never did them, no particular reason why. I never got mossy keys and going back to moss giants was not exciting for me

Barrows

• Defence? What Defence?: You get this for free using just Iban's/Trident
• Pray for Success: Easy AF just pray correctly and remember to pray when going through doors at the crypts

I didn't do too many Barrows runs because I wanted the GOML Hilt 2 to protect from prayer drain. xSimo's guide covers a few more achievements you could go for, and I'd suggest you could go for the 10 & 25 chest achievements as well
Crazy Archaeologist
I got all the achievements in 25 kills and left (no uniques, sadly). Remember to take blighted supplies for this because they're cheap and a looting bag. I did Deranged Archaeologist first because he's outside the wilderness.
Deranged Archaeologist
Got all CAs while going for 25 kills, just like with the Wildy archaeologist.
Giant Mole

• Avoiding those little Arms

Only got this for the Fally diary, Novice & Champion are pretty viable too
Hespori

• Hespori Adept
• Hespoisn't
• Weed Whacker

Carry darts and DDS for the Mechanical achievements
Moons of Peril

• Speed Trialist: the fastest order I've discovered is blood moon, blue moon, eclipse moon. take your weapon switches, 4 moonlight potion(4), and fill the rest of your inventory with food
• The Clone Zone: turn of auto-retaliate before you go in
• Fortified & High Hitter: Use the dual macuahuitl on the frost moon for a fast kill
• Betrayal: Dual Macuahuitl against the blood moon

I did a bunch of kills before the CAs came out, so I got the 25 kc achievement as soon as the CAs were out. I got everything except Perilous Dancer and 6 minute speed run while going for Fat of the Land. I did eventually get Perilous Dancer, just after I hit the medium tier. Still don't have 6 minute speedrun though.
Scurrius
Got all the achievements here. Get the bone staff ASAP, Scurrius is weak to magic and you'll need either the staff or the bow for Efficient Pest Control
Sarachnis
Struggled with my melee stats at 65. Came back with 80s across the board and went to town with a bludgeon. This was the last CA I needed to complete tier 2
Skotizo

• Demonic Weakening
• Demonbane Weaponry
• Skotizo Champion

I did Skotizo basically only on task with Arclight. If you go for Skotizo Adept & Up for the Challenge as well, that's 7 extra points
Tempoross

• Calm Before the Storm
• Tempoross Novice
• Fire in the Hole!
• Master of Buckets
• Tempoross champion

Just play on a Tempoross world and you'll be fine
TzTok-Jad
Try doing this on-task. Only got Fight Caves Veteran. Could've gotten Denying the Healers but I was stupid and ran out into combat with a misclick.
Wintertodt
Got everything except Why Fletch? by playing on a WT world
Others
The following you get just by doing slayer:

• Noxius Foe
• Big, Black, and Fiery
• The Demonic Punching Bag
• The Walking Volcano (Can be combined with Into the Den of Giants)
• A Greater Foe (Combine with Not So Great After All)
• A Demon's Best Friend
• A Slithery Encounter
• Brutal, Big, Black, and Fiery
• A Smashing Time
• Master of Broad Weaponry
• A Frozen Foe from the Past
• Reflecting on this Encounter

The following were not on task, but pretty straightforward to get:

• A Scaley Encounter & Shayzien Protector: T5 Shayzien was really easy to get
• Sit Back and Relax: Got this while doing Sarachnis tasks
• If Gorillas Could Fly: Got this during MM2. I recommend you take Arceuus Spells, and swap between Arclight and Demonbane spells so that you can get Hitting Them Where it Hurts as well

Been obsessed with JWE2 for the past week, and I started Chaos Theory on Jurassic World a few days ago, and I've been doing pretty good. I got the Indominus Rex after a while, all that's left is to get 5 stars. Today my Mosasaurus died, and I shit you not, that single death caused my entire park to fall into disarray. Amenities started tanking, and profits were dropping like flies. I couldn't dig myself out of the black hole my Mosasaurus left behind, and then I went bankrupt.

There’s a few skeletons in my closet and one of them is begging to be let out, screaming at me because I threw away the key all those years ago. I’m expecting another child in a few weeks, her name is Ophelia. I couldn’t believe it when I saw the X-Rays for the first time. However, today is the day I own up to what I did or more specifically, what I ran from in cowardice. I still question whether or not I could’ve saved those people, if having my kids was worth the price of their lives. I’ll never know whether a man like me could have everything right. After all, it was my dreams that saved me and my dreams that haunt me still.
17 years ago, in 2008, my girlfriend, Anna and I decided to take a trip across America to visit Seattle. Both of us were so busy with our jobs that we took some time off to enjoy each other’s company for a week or so. Instead of taking the plane, we took a train at Blue Creek Station. It was this historic building that savored the heat of the sun and the voices of a distant crowd. Occasionally, the brick would lose its grasp and breathe ancient dust. Its gigantic size reminded you of a time more grandiose than you could ever truly imagine.
Of course, I wasn’t the one to pick it. Anna did some research online and while it was less modern than most stations near us, there was this attractiveness to it that went unexplained. She’s also heavily into historical backgrounds so needless to say, it was a done deal. If only I could’ve said no.
When the bus dropped us off at the station, I was definitely anxious staring at the large clock that towered above me, but being with Anna calmed most of my nerves. As we blended with the groups of mysterious folk, I could tell Anna was excited and she pulled me along to an array of portraits detailing every decade of Blue Creek Station. In each photo, some kid could be seen beaming their teeth as they got to ride on a train for the first time. They went as far back as 1908. They even had a copy of a magazine from 1912, the headline reading:
TITANIC SINKS FOUR HOURS AFTER HITTING ICEBERG; 866 RESCUED BY CARPATHIA, PROBABLY 1250 PERISH; ISHMAY SAFE, MRS. ASTOR MAYBE, NOTED NAMES MISSING.
I could tell that this station had seen everything, its eyes glued to the world like paper in a journal. Even the dim lights hanging over our heads shone with a resilient force, never letting go until the last flicker. Strangely, I noticed that the conductor in the very first picture was also in another. The first in 1908 but the second, in 1959. He wasn’t old either, he looked exactly the same except his wardrobe was different and he had grown a beard. I thought that maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me and as I looked longer, the resemblance became less and less apparent. “Hey Anna, do you think they’re father and son?” I asked, pointing at both portraits. “They look like twins but yeah, I think so. Maybe. I’m not so sure anymore.” Her reaction gave me worry, adding to the anxiety I felt before I even entered the building. There was definitely something strange but I couldn’t place my finger on it yet.
The intercom blasted awake, startling Anna. “Vampyr 133, now boarding. I repeat, 133 now boarding.” The miscellaneous conversations grew more dense as the intercom fell asleep again. “Hey, that’s us. Are you ready to go?” She replied happily, “Definitely, just let me take a photo before we do.” I nodded and she reached into her handbag for a small silver camera. It was the same camera I gave her for Christmas 3 years ago. It always warmed my heart to see her use it. She stepped back so that every portrait was in frame, and a small flash followed her movements. She glanced down for a moment, slid the camera back into her handbag, and grabbed my hand signaling that she was finally ready.
As we boarded, it became clear that the train was equally as old as the station was, going through multiple paint jobs and retexturing. Even the seats were outfitted to be more modern and welcoming. “Where do you wanna sit, Tomas?” Anna asked. I pointed towards a snug corner near the bar, with a perfect view of the outside. We sat down, placed our luggage on the rack above us, and waited until the train took its first breaths, hissing and howling until the wheels deigned to roll along the tracks.
Anna reached into the luggage and pulled out a book titled ‘Everything You Need To Know About Blue Creek Station!’ “No, you didn’t.” I stated. “Yes, I did.” She replied back, confidently. “You’re gonna make me read it with you, aren’t you?” “Yes, I am.” Her smile was now more obvious.
A few hours later, I found myself drooling on her shoulder like a 4 year old who got rocked to sleep. Fortunately for me, she was asleep too and my jacket caught most of my shame. I took it off and stuffed it into my carry-on. The train was now more silent and the sky washed over with darkness like no dusk before it. My being awake was no good thing as I had been dealing with insomnia for most of my life. Anna helped me with some of it but for the rest, I had to take prescription medication. At this point, I could tell when I had to take it and tonight was one of those nights.
I stood up with a pill bottle in my hand, stumbling over to the bar and caught the attention of the bartender. “Could I have a glass of water, please?” “Rough sleeper?” He asked, reaching for the glass. As he poured, I let out my perspective. “Yeah, I’ve never been the best at it. Once I am asleep though, I’ve gotta worry about dreams and nightmares. Never been the best at that either.” When he handed the water over, I gave a thumbs up and took a pill as I drank. He soon spoke to me, and I noticed that he had some sort of Romanian accent. I thought it strange but paid no mind as his voice brought me comfort. “Don’t speak ill of dreams, my friend. They reveal truths unknown or seemingly trivial to the waking mind. Even the darkest nightmares have merit. Unlike many of the souls in this lounge, you are gifted with God's eyes and the Devil’s potential chaos.” “That’s incredibly profound. I’m guessing you’re not from here?” I questioned, taken aback by someone who sounded so wise. “My name is Vlad, and I come from across the sea. I moved here decades ago after seeing how lovely America is compared to my home.” “Well, to meet you, Vlad. I’m Tomas. I’m with my girlfriend Anna over there.” I nodded my head towards her, who was still knocked out cold. A grin broke out across his face, his eyes now more visible as a gust wind swayed his long, black hair back. “You’re in love?” I stupidly answered his question, somehow not finding the man suspicious as his eyes twisted with delight. “Yes, very much so. I’m hoping to get married to her in the next year or so.” He went silent for a few seconds, then whispered under his breath, “May that happen if the sun rises for you once more.” That sentence broke me out of my comfort and all I could say was “Sure, Vlad. Sure.”
I went back to my seat and rested my head upon Anna’s warm shoulder, meeting eyes with the bartender who still stared in my direction. Before I drifted off into sleep, I noticed that smile never left his face, frozen and crooked like that of a wild animal, who hadn’t eaten in days.
When I awoke, my head was pounding. I felt like I was hungover after a heavy Tuesday night of alcohol and endless partying. I struggled to balance myself, waving my hand over a beam of light. “Anna?” I called out, but she didn’t answer. In fact, she wasn’t there at all. Nobody was around. On top of that, the train gained this newborn shine, as if the years never rusted it away. I stood up slowly and the carpet stuck to my feet, looking reddish-brown instead of beige like I remembered it. I called out once more. “Anna? Honey?! Please tell me this is one big prank.” Again, nobody answered.
I peered upward and our things were gone too, replaced by a stray jacket and ripped bowler hat. If that wasn’t strange enough, the hangover wearing off made me notice that the train wasn’t moving whatsoever. It’d been stopped in the middle of a dense, blinding forest. Only the lights on the train illuminated the area surrounding me. All of the doors had been opened as well, the one closest to me torn up as if a beast wanted to get through. As I maneuvered around the emptied seats, I knew I was right. Claws marked the door, pulling away at steel skin. Just as wind crept into the train, my worry did too. Anna was a strong woman, she knew how to fight because of her father, but that wasn’t enough to dissuade my feelings. “If something happened to her, why am I still here?” I pondered.
Suddenly, a harsh wailing exploded from within the forest, violating my ears with instant panic. Before I knew it, I was taking off into the forest, using the moon’s shy glow as my torch. The wailing continued, a symphony of pain and suffering that grew by the second. “I’m coming, hold on!” I yelled, hoping I could make it in time. There was no thinking, no moment to breath, only the raw energy carrying me forward with each step. The forest seemed to go on for miles until I reached a wide clearing of grass and burnt cloth. A large fire smoked and hissed, the same way the train did on departure, except this fire danced, following your movement.
I couldn’t find the source of the screaming, even with the fire showing me more than what I was originally able to see. Then the rain started, the water dousing the dancing limbs of the fire, drenching my shirt with melancholy. Still, I walked inward, brushing my palm against the tall grass as I searched for answers.
As I grew closer to the center, a storm brewed with a disturbed passion. The rain grew louder and louder until nothing else could be heard, then the lightning started, revealing the foggy sky. I reached down towards one of the burnt pieces of cloth, reaching into a chest pocket that held a wallet. It read:
Morgan David Wallace. Birthdate: 7/13/1883.
My heart sank, made creepier by the off-putting smile of Morgan Wallace, who hadn’t known of the world I came from. I tried to make it make sense. Maybe it was a prank or I was dreaming a dream too real but the vividness of the freezing weather on my exposed skin made that void. I’d gone back in time, I was sure of it. Checking more papers in his wallet, I learned that I’d gone back to 1918, 10 years after the grand opening of Blue Creek Station, 90 years exactly before I arrived.
I thought it couldn’t get any worse but I was wrong. As I sat on my knees, fruitlessly analyzing the contents of the cloth, the wailing continued. I began to sprint again until I heard another in the opposite direction, there were two, then three, then four, and eventually, the forest was another haunting choir. It sounded like how I imagined hell would be. The screaming mixed and boiled until converging at one point, a tall ancient tree just beyond my sight.
Manic as I was, I braved the storm, trudging through taller grass, deeper mud with hands that stuck onto my ankles, and an overwhelming mountain of assorted clothes, a grim message I didn’t want to understand. I closed my eyes, letting my hands guide my body, and when I didn’t feel anything, I opened them.
The rain stopped, the field returned to its normal state, and the choir skittered away by a whimper. I stared at the silhouette of the tree, desperate for something. My heavy breathing seemed to be the only thing that filled the space. I waited for 5 minutes and as I began to turn around, lightning struck the air above, granting me my sacred answer. It looked like someone was on it, yet I couldn’t quite tell, and the lightning struck again, queuing the choir as I laid my gaze on a most horrific scene.
Impaled upon the tree, all 64 passengers hung either dead or dying, dressed in blood and their own intestines. Pale, yellow-eyed creatures crawled all over them like wolves, tearing away at their flesh with ease. I froze, disgusted and halfway prepared to vomit into the mud beneath my feet. It was sick, it was cruel, it was… impossible. How do you describe something so unbelievably fucked?
“We must’ve missed one.” A mysterious voice murmured. I freaked out, turning around right into the chest of one of the creatures, who retained an air of humanity in his physical appearance. He had me backed into the ground, legs twisted and arms weak from holding me up. He smiled softly, showcasing a set of elongated canines and mustard pupils. I kept looking at him and immediately remembered who he was; it was Vlad. He still sported long hair and a curled mustache that reached cheek to cheek. The only difference was that he was drenched in blood more than rain and wore a coat too expertly crafted for a bartender. “Vlad…?” I shakenly asked. His face lit up with joy as he bent down to face me. “You know me? One of you bootlicking sheep actually knows me? My, my, I am surprised. How did you figure out that little fact?” “You- you told me.” “I told you? Are you sure about that?” I nodded, barely able to register what was happening. “As interesting as that seems to be, my family is looking for some dessert after supper. I doubt you brought cake to our little feast.”
He stared at me, with that same look he gave before I fell asleep. A crooked smile exposing his teeth and one mindless thought of ripping my spine out of my back to use as a dining table. His entire body went still, his head bent like the arrows on a ticking clock. Breaking the silence, he said “You should run.”
I jumped up, taking off into another sprint as the thunderstorm continued, twirling above my head. The open field again spiraled into a blood ocean, my navigation solely dependent on my need to escape. Behind me, I heard as the grass and trees cracked, followed by multiple bouts of laughter. They tracked me all the way back into the forest, occasionally leaping to catch me and missing ever so slightly. I wasn’t going to make it, I couldn’t make it, and even if I did, the train wouldn’t be enough to protect me from my fate. My only regret was that I couldn’t see Anna for one last time. Then they caught me, pinning me against a rock in a significantly smaller clearing. The foot on my back felt like it could crush my bones within a second. Vlad spoke again, but he wasn’t the one who caught me. I could hear him a little further away. “I have to say, you’re quite the runner. I know that got your blood pumpin!” He pulled my head back, which caused me to let out a scream. Like the foot, his strength was far grander than he’d have you believe. A sound of sniffing lingered around my neck, and out the corner of my eye, his teeth were out once more. “Speaking of blood, I wonder how much is in you.” His face stretched out, morphing and turning paler until he looked just the rest. Then he snapped his head back, finally plunging his teeth right into my exposed neck.
But I didn’t feel anything.
He stood back, befuddled, his form returning. Even his henchman let me go. As I rotated my body to face him, I could tell he knew what happened. “You’re not from here, are you?” My eyes teared up, my words slurred but direct. “No, I’m not from here! This was supposed to be a dream, this is a dream!” Vlad didn’t answer, he just stood. Looking at me with curiosity and fear. Then he bent down, wiping a falling tear with his fingernail, and whispered. “Întoarcere.”
I woke up again. The train was still moving as the forest brushed past and Anna was alright, looking straight at me. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “You were crying in your sleep. You’ve never done that before.” “Crying? Why would I be-“ Then I saw him, leaning over the counter, that deadly look to accompany a slaughter. The fangs that bit a 1000 men, the eyes that will stare into 1000 more, and my haziness of memory became nothing but a brief respite from a night of true fear. “Let’s go, we need to go.” I warned, stumbling to stand up and fighting with our bags. “What are you talking about? We’ve barely reached North Dakota.” I didn’t answer, only stopping to look at Vlad who was now serving people at the bar. “Tomas, talk to me. What’s going on?” I stopped, grabbing her arms gently and said, “I need you to trust me just this once. If we don’t leave this train, we’ll deeply regret it. You’re the one person on this earth that I will look crazy for, if that means spending another day with you.” “Okay.” She awkwardly smiled, confused but content.
I gave her the respective bags, escorting her through each row, imagining the blood soaked carpet and the torn open doors. We waited 10 minutes and eventually, the train stopped at one of the few sub-stations where normally nobody would end their trip. The doors opened, we stepped outside and just like the dream, rain fell and a storm answered its call. Anna and I walked downstairs and across the parking lot, following directions from a sign that said:
Rochester, MN - 5 miles away.
“That’s a lot of walking, babe. Are you sure it was a good idea to leave the train?” Anna questioned. I looked back at the moving train and said “It was the best one.” Not long after I said that, still a few miles away from the nearest town, a familiar voice rang through my head clearer than my own thoughts. “Your abilities are too precious to waste. Live, so that I may never see you again.”
Anna and I ended up spending our two weeks in Rochester and a few other towns in Minnesota, nowhere close to Seattle like we planned. I never told her about my dream or the century old bartender, but a year later, we did hear about Blue Creek Station and the infamous Vampyr 133 train.
The headline read:
50 MISSING PASSENGERS ABOARD 133; NORTHERN STATES POLICE FIND NO ANSWERS; BLUE CREEK™ TO UNDERGO FURTHER QUESTIONING
It confirmed my suspicions at least, that it was real. That what I saw was a glimpse into the past, turning me into the witness of a decennial tradition. Unfortunately, the buzz dried out and everyone began to act as though it never happened. Nothing that serious ever goes unnoticed and yet, it did.
Every night, my mind races back to that day. If I hadn’t made it out and increased the missing to 52. Or if I had gone completely insane and drove everyone out of the train, possibly saving a lot of loved ones. Would that have even helped?
Many questions go unanswered when it comes to Blue Creek Station, but I’m 36 now, and too scared to ever visit that place again. Hopefully, my kids never figure out that Anna and I were there. Or worse, that they wake up one night and find out… they’re not in the time they’re supposed to be.
UPDATE: The kids found Anna’s photo.