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Asian Sexual Politics: Respectful, Honest Talk

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2020.09.25 08:39 shravangr132 (CONT'D from Yesterday's post) Culture-Shock No.2 - When I first moved to B'lore back in 2004, the things 13-year old me did to be 'cool' & I eventually lost my individuality. (Ofc I am also to be blamed)

Okay first off I didn't expect yesterday's post to explode with so many responses, thanks for sharing all your opinions.
I had a few more points in mind, I wanted to share / hear your different thoughts or similar experiences on.
A quick recap about me: Born, brought up in a conservative 90s Chennai - Briefly lived in Singapore - Back to India (Bangalore) in 2004.
The Twist: My idea of India was the 'same-old conservative Chennai' from when I left - little me was too naive/stupid to realize that things change with time & that too now that I was going to a relatively more 'liberal' city like Bangalore.
Below were my observations:
Culture-Shock (8th to 12th std) :
1) What being 'Macho' or a Stud meant:
I was always a very emotional / emotionally sensitive person. I can cry easily. Also, I loved Indian/bollywood movie dance - the Hrithik Roshan, Prabhudeva, Michael Jackson types. According to me that's what a cool guy was supposed to be like. But I could hardly connect with anyone in my school (NPS - probably another reason) who supported me, I was always made fun of.
To other dudes around me: playing the guitar, heavy metal, metallica, bikes, cars, wrestling, shying away from showing 'emotions'. Not commenting on other guys' looks.
2) Attitude towards same / other genders:
Being a very desi filmy person from the 90s in Chennai - it was not common for us (straight) boys to have posters of Hrithik roshan, Kamal, SRK , Brad pitt or whatever in our rooms. We would openly comment on other guys looks ' Hey man I love Surya's face, he has such chiseled features & a sexy hairstyle' ( The thought of it being taken in a sexualized manner didn't even occur to us)
What we mean: He looks so cool - this guy's beard, hairstyle, dressing sense. I should try to take him as a reference point for my own looks and impress chicks.
What other macho dudes in my Bangalore school thought: I'm acting 'gay'.
As a result, I often had to suppress my thoughts and stopped expressing myself freely like I was used to.
3) Pop Culture incident:
In a game of 20 questions at school, I was made fun of for not knowing who 'Ryan Seacrest' was - the guy(11th std) was like - how can someone not know who Ryan seacrest is wtf are you?
Me in my head :'Well do you know who Pepsi Uma is? Then STFU'.
4) Concept of school crushes/dating:
With regards to my rant yesterday, you might have an idea of the kind of person I was.
According to me: dating in school is all silly stuff just friendly teasing. kids are getting inspired watching American sitcoms - that stuff never happens in India.
School is meant for studying & friends. Stuff like 'dating & love' happens only post college after we become adults legally.
Others around me: Making out, dating, showing off their 'hickies' even before 12th std.
Me: Facepalming.
I'm done for now.
Happy/open to hear all your thoughts. Judge me all you want. Go crazy.
Cheers.
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2020.09.25 06:31 Mistyb0512 Kratom is saving my ass

Misty Brown CHOSE to get CLEAN. No one forced her to seek a healthier, safer alternative. Even tho Misty Brown was prescribed highly addictive opioids for a legitimate medical condition, she chose to seek out a healthier way of life. In no way shape or form should someone be condemned for that! For choosing a safer and less addictive approach is to be commended.
Will you look at this picture? Do you see a person that is high on drugs? No. Do you see eyes that are impaired or dilated in any way? NO. Why? Because Kratom isn’t an unsafe substance in any sort of way …as the FDA tries to paint it. Kratom has been used for centuries and to date, there have not been any deaths documented from Kratom alone.
What YOU DO SEE IS someone who happens to take Kratom, an herbal supplement that contains alkaloids same as coffee, tea, and chocolate.
I have so much respect and admiration for you. She is incredibly strong, suffering in silence most of the time.. while always putting a smile on our face. Misty Brown has suffered SEVERE loss and endured tragedy, but keeps it to herself, always putting on a smile and putting the community first.
Misty Brown, Thank you for bringing unity and positivity into the Kratom Community when we needed it the most. Everyday you advocate and bring much needed laughter. You are greatly needed because Kratom is saving the lives of Americans, by the millions.
No longer can the FDA deny the fact that this plant is helping people. By no means, is Kratom destroying anyone’s life. It’s saving them. ~ Respectfully and Sincerely Yours, Kami Ann Davis
Here is the story of one of those precious lives.
Misty Brown states, ‘Kratom Helped Me to Kick my Addiction to Pain Pills and Reduce my Pain.’
‘In 2008. I was diagnosed with degenerative disc disease(L4-L5) and epilepsy. That began a whole slew of different kinds of pain pills, injections, doctors’ appointments and pharmacies. I noticed I started becoming addicted to pain pills after I lost my house and my job in 2009 due to my health issues. That and issues going on in my home life slammed me into a deep depression. From then on I couldn’t function without a pill. I’d be so out of it for 2 weeks out of the month because my 30 day supply would only last me a couple of weeks. When I wasn’t pilled up, I stayed in bed and only did the bare minimum in life until my next doctor’s appointment. My pill cocktail was Oxycontin, MS Contin, Soma, Klonopin and fioricet.’ ‘I was fired from my pain management clinic in April 2019 because I didn’t show up for a per contract pill count. I knew I was 11 pills short so I just didn’t show up! From May to June my kid’s father came out here for my second daughter’s graduation. I had already gone through detox and I think he helped occupy my mind. My plan was once we dropped him off at the airport, I was going to start looking for another doctor. Instead I watched Leaf of Faith, a movie about kratom, on Netflix on June 25th 2019. I learned that kratom is a Southeast Asian herb that many are using for pain relief and to treat addiction.’ ‘The very next day I went to the local smoke shop and bought some Kratom. And here I am today, sober and staying sober because of kratom and weed! Kratom not only brings my pain level from a 10 to a 3, it also stops the opioid cravings and elevates my mood along with the marijuana. I am a brand-new version of the old me. I am a thriving and functioning mother and member of society again. Kratom and marijuana are the tools I need for sobriety. In all honesty, I am still amazed that I’m alive today. If you think Kratom doesn’t work, then by all means ask me how I am sober, sitting here typing this out. I and millions of others are living, breathing proof that kratom works! Kratom is FREEDOM, kratom is LIFE!’ ~ Misty Brown
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2020.09.25 05:42 Mistyb0512 Kratom is saving my ass

Misty Brown CHOSE to get CLEAN. No one forced her to seek a healthier, safer alternative. Even tho Misty Brown was prescribed highly addictive opioids for a legitimate medical condition, she chose to seek out a healthier way of life. In no way shape or form should someone be condemned for that! For choosing a safer and less addictive approach is to be commended.
Will you look at this picture? Do you see a person that is high on drugs? No. Do you see eyes that are impaired or dilated in any way? NO. Why? Because Kratom isn’t an unsafe substance in any sort of way …as the FDA tries to paint it. Kratom has been used for centuries and to date, there have not been any deaths documented from Kratom alone.
What YOU DO SEE IS someone who happens to take Kratom, an herbal supplement that contains alkaloids same as coffee, tea, and chocolate.
I have so much respect and admiration for you. She is incredibly strong, suffering in silence most of the time.. while always putting a smile on our face. Misty Brown has suffered SEVERE loss and endured tragedy, but keeps it to herself, always putting on a smile and putting the community first.
Misty Brown, Thank you for bringing unity and positivity into the Kratom Community when we needed it the most. Everyday you advocate and bring much needed laughter. You are greatly needed because Kratom is saving the lives of Americans, by the millions.
No longer can the FDA deny the fact that this plant is helping people. By no means, is Kratom destroying anyone’s life. It’s saving them. ~ Respectfully and Sincerely Yours, Kami Ann Davis
Here is the story of one of those precious lives.
Misty Brown states, ‘Kratom Helped Me to Kick my Addiction to Pain Pills and Reduce my Pain.’
‘In 2008. I was diagnosed with degenerative disc disease(L4-L5) and epilepsy. That began a whole slew of different kinds of pain pills, injections, doctors’ appointments and pharmacies. I noticed I started becoming addicted to pain pills after I lost my house and my job in 2009 due to my health issues. That and issues going on in my home life slammed me into a deep depression. From then on I couldn’t function without a pill. I’d be so out of it for 2 weeks out of the month because my 30 day supply would only last me a couple of weeks. When I wasn’t pilled up, I stayed in bed and only did the bare minimum in life until my next doctor’s appointment. My pill cocktail was Oxycontin, MS Contin, Soma, Klonopin and fioricet.’ ‘I was fired from my pain management clinic in April 2019 because I didn’t show up for a per contract pill count. I knew I was 11 pills short so I just didn’t show up! From May to June my kid’s father came out here for my second daughter’s graduation. I had already gone through detox and I think he helped occupy my mind. My plan was once we dropped him off at the airport, I was going to start looking for another doctor. Instead I watched Leaf of Faith, a movie about kratom, on Netflix on June 25th 2019. I learned that kratom is a Southeast Asian herb that many are using for pain relief and to treat addiction.’ ‘The very next day I went to the local smoke shop and bought some Kratom. And here I am today, sober and staying sober because of kratom and weed! Kratom not only brings my pain level from a 10 to a 3, it also stops the opioid cravings and elevates my mood along with the marijuana. I am a brand-new version of the old me. I am a thriving and functioning mother and member of society again. Kratom and marijuana are the tools I need for sobriety. In all honesty, I am still amazed that I’m alive today. If you think Kratom doesn’t work, then by all means ask me how I am sober, sitting here typing this out. I and millions of others are living, breathing proof that kratom works! Kratom is FREEDOM, kratom is LIFE!’ ~ Misty Brown
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2020.09.25 04:59 Erutious For Your Talent

I looked at the number written on the paper, and my eyes grew large.

That was way more money than I made in a year, more money than I'd made in my life, and this guy was offering it to me for…

"So, you want to pay me for...what, exactly?"

The man in the black suit stared at me, hollowly, from behind his mirrored glasses. He sat, nonchalantly, across the table at the small coffee shop I had written in for the last four years. I liked the ambiance here, as did many other local writers it seemed. It was a great place to read and write, and I had been coming here for the past year and a half. I could see many others around me, plinking away on their MacBooks or their off the shelf Walmart laptops, as they wrote the next great American novel or the next hit screenplay.

The longer the man sat there, the more I wished he had approached one of them instead.

"It's straightforward," he said, his voice and cadence reminding me of Agent Smith in The Matrix movies, "we want to pay you for your Talents. You come to our office, let us see your Talent, and pay you for your time and effort. Sound like something you might be interested in?"

Then he smiled, his lips sliding away from his perfectly artificial teeth, and I couldn't help but cringe all over.

It was like a dog who's been taught to smile, unsettling, and a little alarming.

But it was a lot of money.

"Let me think about it." I hedged, and the smile slid mechanically from the man's face.

He produced a business card, rising suddenly and holding it out.

"Let us know if you change your mind. The offer is valid whenever you're ready."

He left then, making his way for the door like a shark hunting his next meal.

I looked at the card and wrinkled my eyebrows.

It was a plain white business card, nothing fancy, with the words, "Libras Talent. Because your Talent should never go to waste." printed on it.

I stared at it for a while as my laptop screen went into sleep mode, darkening and allowing me to see myself as I sat in contemplation.

How very curious.

I've been writing in some form or another for my whole life.

When I was a child, I drew pictures and created games for my friends to play. My pictures, my mother swore, always told a story, and my games were never the haphazard mess that my friends often concocted. People who weren't even part of my friend circle often came to join our games, as they were both fun and engaging in a way that was hard for a child to explain. My teachers praised my creativity and expected they would see great things from me someday.

As I grew, so grew my stories. By the time I was in middle school, my works of fantasy were often entered into writing contests and local student works projects. My playground games had evolved into role play games and pieces of interactive fiction. When I was twelve, I discovered the world of Dungeons and Dragons. This began a lifelong love affair with the game, and I quickly took to the role of Game Master. My campaigns were immersive, my characters engaging, and my adventures never fell victim to the usual problems others seemed to encounter. I wrote well, and, again, the adults in my life often praised me, expecting great things from me in the future.

It was a no brainer for me to study writing after high school. I had soared through what is usually a very trying time for teens by channeling my churning emotions into my medium. I had gotten more than one scholarship for writing, and as college loomed, I put all my efforts into my work. I spent the next four years working on a BA in English and Literature. In the end, I felt I had the tools to begin plying my craft professionally.

Now, I was trying to figure out how to turn that Talent into a paycheck so that I could pay my bills. Magazines liked my work but wanted writers with more experience. There were people online who would pay for stories, but not enough to live off of. Agents were interested, but they didn't want to take a chance on someone so young. My writing was always well received, but there was always the ever-present But hanging at the end of all that praise. A few interested publishers had approached me, but it was always the sort that buried the line about price amidst all that talk. I was twenty-six, four years out of college, self-published, untried, and no one was willing to take a chance on me.

Everyone, except Libras Talent, that is.


I Googled them, of course. I had been burned too many times before and wanted to see what was in store if I decided to take their offer. Their website was professional but soulless. Their credentials were numerous but were presented without any real pride. This soulless corporation wanted another book for their accolades, another pet writer for their trophy case. If I signed on with them, I would be just another soulless shill who writes for nothing but a paycheck.

My phone buzzed, jarring me out of my contemplation. I looked down and sighed as I saw the message from the power company. My check had bounced again, and they were going to shut my power off at the end of the month without some kind of immediate action. That likely meant that Mr. Kapish, my boss at the gas station, had given out bad checks again. He would never admit it, and this likely meant that I wouldn't get paid until the end of the month.

I glanced at the card as it sat propped against my monitor.

Or maybe I'd be able to keep the lights on after all.


I nervously checked my phone to make sure I had come to the right place. I had come to a flat looking building, a two-story white stucco number that looked more like a distribution center than a publishing house. I had dressed in my best interview clothes, a polo, and a pair of slacks, and I already felt underdressed and unsure about the situation. The outer facade bore a simple sign, white and stark, just like the business card.

Libras Talent

I thought about leaving, but the call of the money was too much to resist.

I tried the door, and when it opened, it was almost too good to be true.

The woman behind the counter wore a broad smile as I stepped inside. She was looking at the door, as though expecting me. Her pants suit and quaffed hair made her look assembled rather than styled, but I was taken aback by her smiling regard. The waiting area was as stark as the facade, and the receptionist's regard made me feel like I was marked.

Had she been staring at the door the whole time, just waiting for someone to come in?

"Hi," I said shyly, "I'm looking for…"

"Welcome." she said cheerily, "Mr. Sereph is waiting for you in the back. Please go right ahead."

She pointed to a door to the left of the waiting room, and I walked hesitant towards it, a strange feeling growing with every step.

Beyond the door was a long hallway of offices, names neatly printed on the doors.

Mr. Sereph's office was the third in line.

I knocked, and a voice from the other side invited me in.

Mr. Sereph sat behind his desk, the too-wide smile stretching his lips painfully.

"I'm so glad you decided to accept my generous offer."

I sat across from the grinning man, feeling like Faust as he met with the Devil.

"It was too good a deal to pass up, I suppose," I offered lamely.

"Why yes, the money is a fine incentive, isn't it?"

I shuffled in my seat, not liking the man's regard.

"So, how does this work exactly? Do I have to write something for you or…"

I blinked, startled as looked back at Mr. Sereph, and found a contract had appeared on the desk. Mr. Sereph was leaning over the desk, that too wide smile stretching his face, as he handed me a weighty silver pen. Had that contract been there the whole time? I shrank back a little, the too-wide smile putting me off as the man leered at him.

"What's wrong? I thought you were ready to sign?"

"I am," I insisted, reaching shakily for the pen, "but I'm curious to know what this involves?"

"You show us your Talent, and we pay you for it. Couldn't be simpler."

I looked at the contract, unsure of whether to sign or not. I'd heard of writers getting sucked into these unfair contracts before, and I didn't fancy being kept as someone's pet writer. I looked down at the contract, but it wasn't particularly helpful either. They offered to pay me for my "Talent," but that was all it really said. It was very vague, not really saying anything other than that, with a lot of industry, speak in between.

I hesitated, reading over it again and again, as the money loomed up in my mind. That was a lot of money, enough to live comfortably for quite a while if I was careful. No matter what they had me do, that kind of money could change my life. And even if it were repetition or degrading, I'd still be doing what I loved, right?

I signed the contract and pushed it back to the smiling Mr. Sereph, my own smile looking lame next to his.

Mr. Sereph made it disappear before the ink seemed to be dry, and I was left holding the bulky silver pin in numb fingers.

"Excellent, now come with me so we can access your talent."

Mr. Sereph rose from the desk and led me out into the hall. I followed wordlessly, still not quite sure what was expected of me, as Mr. Sereph clacked along on his hard-soled boots. The long corridor slid past as we walked, the sameness a little disorienting. Mr. Sereph stopped outside another nondescript door and held it open for me to enter. Inside was a stark white room, cluttered only by a desk and a pen held in one of those ornate holders you often saw at weddings. Mr. Sereph nodded to the desk, indicating that I should sit.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, hovering in the doorway.

I wasn't sure I wanted to enter that unblemished space.

"Just take up the pen; it will know what to do from there." Mr. Sereph said, still grinning that troubling smile.

I hesitated a moment longer before walking inside. I had nowhere else to go really, not unless I meant to break the contract. The room seemed to hum around me as I stepped in, and I could almost swear that the same fluorescent lights were present in the walls as well. The whole room seemed to glow softly around me, and when I turned back, I could see Mr. Sereph push the door shut.

The door slamming like a coffin lid behind me, and I was left alone in the room.

I walked to the desk and took a seat. A single piece of paper lay on it, unblemished and waiting for me. As I looked at it, I could swear that the surface moved. I didn't want to touch it, but it seemed to beckon to me none the less. I reached out for the pen, that instrument of creation, and it felt very right in my hand as I lifted it from the holder. I set the tip against the paper, and, again, I thought it moved almost hungrily beneath the tip. What was I meant to do here? What was I meant to write? Show them my Talent? How was I meant to do…

The pen came down on the paper, its tip blotting the surface as though through magnetism. As though some signal had been given, the pen began to move across the page. Suddenly, I was writing. I wrote words, crafted stories, spilled ideas as the paper drank them down before my eyes. I wrote days, weeks, years worth of stories onto the paper as I wrote. My hand cramped, and my wrist ached, but still, the merciless pen took my words. The paper drank greedily, swelling as I worked, growing as it gobbled my ideas. My vision swam as I felt my words dragged out of me. They were sucked from my body, and I felt sure that I must die.

The paper swelled as I wrote. The single-page became sheets, a novel, a towering juggernaut of pages. The room began to fill with pages, pressing against the ceiling and bulging against the walls. I was powerless to stop my hand from writing, and soon the pages began to block out the lights. I wrote in a state of darkness, my hand guided by its own insane engine. The pages pressed at me from all sides, entombing me in the written word. Still, I wrote.

When I finally passed out, it was a blessing.

I saw the pages topple onto me and closed my eyes as I prepared to be crushed beneath them.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in my bed in my one-bedroom apartment. My arm throbbed, the fingers and hand feeling like rubber. When I tried to move them, I found them asleep and attributed the feeling to that. I shook them, thinking about the weird dream I had just woken up from. I had written himself into a literal tomb, and as I looked at my arm, I almost thought I could see small blisters on my fingers. I sat down at my computer, looking through my emails for job offers to see how I might manage to keep the lights on this month. When I came across a new email from Libras Talent, I thought I had misread it. It was a strange coincidence that I'd been dreaming about them, and now they were sending me a message. Still, I figured they wanted to make me another offer for my Talent, whatever that meant.

I had to read the email a few times, going over its contents a few times before the meaning finally sank in.

Greetings

We would like to thank you again for your Talent. Please find enclosed the agreed-upon payment for your Talent. We hope you are satisfied with your transaction.

Regards
Mr. D Sereph

I read the email repeatedly, still not quite believing it, before opening the app on my phone linked to my bank account. My eyes went wide when I saw the amount that had been deposited there. I goggled at it in disbelief. It hadn't been a dream, after all. I had sold my Talent! I grinned as I thought of the possibilities. Mr. Sereph had been right.

This amount of money could be life-changing.


I sighed as hI stepped back through the door of my apartment. It had been a great two-week vacation to the Bahamas. I'd spent those weeks in the lap of luxury and still hadn't made a dent in the amount of money Mr. Sereph had put in my bank account. It was an exhilarating feeling, being able to do whatever I wanted, living a life few dreamed of.

Now that I was back, though I supposed it was time to get back to work.

The money was nice, but it wouldn't last forever.

The news feed on my computer pinged to let him know that I had a new alert. I smiled as I saw that one of my favorite authors had just released a new book. I opened the link to look at the article but felt a surge of confusion as I read over the synopsis. It was a new novel, not like anything he'd ever written before. A world of high fantasy, a tale of adventure set in the world of Erudar, where the lord of the hunt sought the princess of…

I stood, astonished at what I was reading. That was MY story! I had been fleshing that concept out for years, and my manuscript was almost ready for submission. I had been so close to sending it off...well, maybe in a couple of years, I would have. I just had to be sure that it was ready before I just sent it off like that. Maybe after a few more re-reads, it would be okay to send it. I didn't want to embarrass myself by sending off...

The manuscript.

I had the manuscript saved on Google docs! I flipped on my computer and banged the mouse on the desk. I furiously opened the browser as the screen came up, putting in my information as the log in screen flashed. It would be time-stamped, dated. I could take it to the proper people and prove that this work had been stolen. As I filled in the required fields, I couldn't believe that something like this would happen. You read about this sort of thing happening online, but I never dreamed that it would happen to me. It was unthinkable, it was impossible, it was…

My google doc profile was empty.

The screen was devoid of content. Someone had scuttled my entire account. Nothing was left but an old resume' that was years out of date. Not a short stories or half-finished works. There was nothing here to signify that I had ever done anything at all.

My hand flew to the drawer and pulled it open. The drawer next to my desk was full of thumb drives that I used as a backup. Should the internet ever fall, I wanted something to fall back on, something to begin anew. An odd worry to have, I know, but we writer are often worried about losing our work to unforeseen circumstances. I searched feverishly;y through the drawer, but I needn't have bothered.

The drawer was empty. My hand scraped the too clean bottom of the drawer as my hand scrabbled through it. No note, no thumb drives, no dust, no trash. Nothing! The drawer was maddeningly clean, and I found myself sobbing as I continued to find nothing.

I searched my computer for any trace of my manuscript, stories, and anything, but it had all been erased. I searched my desk for any notes or leavings of my work, but also found nothing. I looked for my drawings, my sketches, but it was as though they had all disappeared. There wasn't a shred of evidence that I had ever created anything. Even the books I had self-published had vanished from my Amazon account, the hard copies absent from my shelves.

That was when I began to panic. What was happening? Someone had been in my apartment. Someone had stolen my work. Someone had taken my whole life and left me with nothing but the fading memories. Someone had stolen...

My blood ran cold.

My Talent.

I combed through my emails, searching for the email from Sereph. If I could find it, I could prove that he had spoken with him, I could get some help finding my works. The police would find prints or evidence that someone had been there, and they could help me get my things back. Money or not, theft was still a serious crime and...

The email was gone, nowhere to be found.

It was as though I had never spoken with him at all.

That was the day I set about finding Mr. Sereph. It became my all-consuming desire, my only goal in life, and I went about it with surgical precision. I had gone down to the building that had been Libras Talent, but it had been abandoned. The doors were locked, the sign removed, and the building looked empty and forlorn. It had been too big an operation to simply close up overnight, and I had asked the people in the buildings around them if they had seen them packing up. All of them only shook their heads, saying they didn't know anything about a talent agency or a publishing house. I went to the internet, searching for the sites I had used to track them down before, but any email I sent them was either returned, the email address closed, or ignored. It seemed my search wouldn't be as easy as tracking down the company and getting my Talent back.

I don't know when I started thinking of my thumb drives and notes as my Talent, but eventually, that was the word I began to use as well.

That was when I had taken to staking out the coffee shop. The place was always packed, and if Sereph was looking for other writers to swindle, I thought he might come back here. I had brought my laptop the first few times but had stopped after the first week. I was too distracted to write these days, after finding out my life's work had been stolen, and all I thought about was having my work returned to me. I'd spent the last three weeks drinking coffee and keeping my eyes peeled as I held down the corner booth near the bar. I arrived when the place opened and didn't leave until the final customer had shuffled out.

I found Mr. Sereph after the third week of staking out the coffee shop.

Well, that's not really true.

It was just after sunset on a Tuesday when he found me.

I had been sitting in the corner, listening to the sound of keys clacking and drinks being slurped, when I heard his oily voice ooze through my consciousness.

"What we're looking for is your talent."

I swung my head around sharply. The man was at a nearby table, talking to a blond girl that I had seen hanging around lately. She was working on a screenplay it seemed, working hard it seemed, and she had gained the interest of Libras Talent, it seemed. She looked over the business card and told him she'd think about it before leaving in a hurry. As she passed, I saw her face and could tell that she was as put off by the smiling man as I was.

The man sat for a moment, watching her leave, before turning to look at directly at me, smiling his shark's smile.

"I hear you've been looking for me."

I jumped, not yet sure what I would say to him. Mr. Sereph came sauntering over to my table, taking the empty seat as that too wide smile still made me cringe. He took a sip of the cold cup of coffee I had been ignoring for the last hour and seemed to be waiting for me to speak. He had caught me flat-footed, though, and I was utterly incapable of speechless. In my head, I had always been indignant, downright angry, but now, as I stared into that too-wide smile, I felt unsure of what I was doing.

"I assume that you're here to talk about your Talent. I must say, when it hit the bestseller list, I was shocked. I suppose we could reassess your price if you're looking for more money."

That lit the fire in me.

"I want to know exactly what the hell you think you're doing. You break into my apartment, steal my work, clean out my hard drive, and just think you can bribe me with more…"

"I did none of those things." Mr. Sereph said with a roll of his eyes, "We paid you for your Talent. Your Talent was writing, and we took that which we paid for. You signed a contract and were compensated handsomely."

"Wait...you mean you paid me for my stories?"

Sereph scoffed, "Stories? You think we paid you for the rights to your stories?" He laughed, drawing a few looks from the people near us, "I must ask, have you tried to write since you woke up in your bed?"

I had to think about that. Had I written anything for the past two weeks? Felt compelled to write anything? I had signed my name to a few things, maybe written a text message or two. Other than that, I hadn't written so much as a sentence creatively. I had been having too much fun to think about writing. That should have been weird too. The writing was what I did. Without it, my life would be pointless.

"That's right." Sereph said, taking a long sip of the cold coffee, "You sold us your Talent, rather cheaply too, but your kind usually does. You cut your golden goose open too quickly and find nothing as valuable as what you had."

"So, what is Libres Talent? You sell ideas to other writers?"

Sereph scoffed, "Ideas? You're still thinking too small. Do you think that Talent is something that just lasts forever? Talent is a finite resource. It flows and ebbs. Some people are lucky enough to have a large tidal pool, but some people have to buy others Talents to supplement. Libres Talent finds those in need of Talent, literary, athletic, political, what have you, and we get Talent for them."

My blood ran cold.

"So...I'll never write again?"

Mr. Sereph looked a little sad, "Sorry, kiddo, it looks like you'll just have to live like all these other talentless shlubs. But, hey, if you ever decide you want to buy some talent, do keep in touch."

He left a business card on the table and made his way out.

He left me sitting there, my head in my hands, as the sound of raw creativity clicked and scribbled around me.

I had to stop myself from sobbing.

I didn't even write this story. I haven't written anything more than my name or a shopping list since that day. I haven't heard the call to create or thought about anything besides what to watch on tv or what to eat or dinner since that day I woke up in my bed. I told this story to a friend, and he transcribed it for me so I could post it here. I fear it will be the last thing I ever have a hand in creating. I tell you all of this as a warning. There are people out there who will take advantage of simple human greed to cheat you out of your highest calling. Do not do as I have done, do not trade your Talent for a fist full of silver.

And if you see that bastard with the shark's grin, tell him no.

Whatever he offers is not worth your Talent.
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2020.09.25 04:58 Erutious For Your Talent

Readers will note that i have already published this in the third person on wednesday. Having re-written it in the first person, i like how it reads better. So i invite you to be the judge and tell me what you think. Hope you enjoy.
J. Campbell

I looked at the number written on the paper, and my eyes grew large.

That was way more money than I made in a year, more money than I'd made in my life, and this guy was offering it to me for…

"So, you want to pay me for...what, exactly?"

The man in the black suit stared at me, hollowly, from behind his mirrored glasses. He sat, nonchalantly, across the table at the small coffee shop I had written in for the last four years. I liked the ambiance here, as did many other local writers it seemed. It was a great place to read and write, and I had been coming here for the past year and a half. I could see many others around me, plinking away on their MacBooks or their off the shelf Walmart laptops, as they wrote the next great American novel or the next hit screenplay.

The longer the man sat there, the more I wished he had approached one of them instead.

"It's straightforward," he said, his voice and cadence reminding me of Agent Smith in The Matrix movies, "we want to pay you for your Talents. You come to our office, let us see your Talent, and pay you for your time and effort. Sound like something you might be interested in?"

Then he smiled, his lips sliding away from his perfectly artificial teeth, and I couldn't help but cringe all over.

It was like a dog who's been taught to smile, unsettling, and a little alarming.

But it was a lot of money.

"Let me think about it." I hedged, and the smile slid mechanically from the man's face.

He produced a business card, rising suddenly and holding it out.

"Let us know if you change your mind. The offer is valid whenever you're ready."

He left then, making his way for the door like a shark hunting his next meal.

I looked at the card and wrinkled my eyebrows.

It was a plain white business card, nothing fancy, with the words, "Libras Talent. Because your Talent should never go to waste." printed on it.

I stared at it for a while as my laptop screen went into sleep mode, darkening and allowing me to see myself as I sat in contemplation.

How very curious.

I've been writing in some form or another for my whole life.

When I was a child, I drew pictures and created games for my friends to play. My pictures, my mother swore, always told a story, and my games were never the haphazard mess that my friends often concocted. People who weren't even part of my friend circle often came to join our games, as they were both fun and engaging in a way that was hard for a child to explain. My teachers praised my creativity and expected they would see great things from me someday.

As I grew, so grew my stories. By the time I was in middle school, my works of fantasy were often entered into writing contests and local student works projects. My playground games had evolved into role play games and pieces of interactive fiction. When I was twelve, I discovered the world of Dungeons and Dragons. This began a lifelong love affair with the game, and I quickly took to the role of Game Master. My campaigns were immersive, my characters engaging, and my adventures never fell victim to the usual problems others seemed to encounter. I wrote well, and, again, the adults in my life often praised me, expecting great things from me in the future.

It was a no brainer for me to study writing after high school. I had soared through what is usually a very trying time for teens by channeling my churning emotions into my medium. I had gotten more than one scholarship for writing, and as college loomed, I put all my efforts into my work. I spent the next four years working on a BA in English and Literature. In the end, I felt I had the tools to begin plying my craft professionally.

Now, I was trying to figure out how to turn that Talent into a paycheck so that I could pay my bills. Magazines liked my work but wanted writers with more experience. There were people online who would pay for stories, but not enough to live off of. Agents were interested, but they didn't want to take a chance on someone so young. My writing was always well received, but there was always the ever-present But hanging at the end of all that praise. A few interested publishers had approached me, but it was always the sort that buried the line about price amidst all that talk. I was twenty-six, four years out of college, self-published, untried, and no one was willing to take a chance on me.

Everyone, except Libras Talent, that is.


I Googled them, of course. I had been burned too many times before and wanted to see what was in store if I decided to take their offer. Their website was professional but soulless. Their credentials were numerous but were presented without any real pride. This soulless corporation wanted another book for their accolades, another pet writer for their trophy case. If I signed on with them, I would be just another soulless shill who writes for nothing but a paycheck.

My phone buzzed, jarring me out of my contemplation. I looked down and sighed as I saw the message from the power company. My check had bounced again, and they were going to shut my power off at the end of the month without some kind of immediate action. That likely meant that Mr. Kapish, my boss at the gas station, had given out bad checks again. He would never admit it, and this likely meant that I wouldn't get paid until the end of the month.

I glanced at the card as it sat propped against my monitor.

Or maybe I'd be able to keep the lights on after all.


I nervously checked my phone to make sure I had come to the right place. I had come to a flat looking building, a two-story white stucco number that looked more like a distribution center than a publishing house. I had dressed in my best interview clothes, a polo, and a pair of slacks, and I already felt underdressed and unsure about the situation. The outer facade bore a simple sign, white and stark, just like the business card.

Libras Talent

I thought about leaving, but the call of the money was too much to resist.

I tried the door, and when it opened, it was almost too good to be true.

The woman behind the counter wore a broad smile as I stepped inside. She was looking at the door, as though expecting me. Her pants suit and quaffed hair made her look assembled rather than styled, but I was taken aback by her smiling regard. The waiting area was as stark as the facade, and the receptionist's regard made me feel like I was marked.

Had she been staring at the door the whole time, just waiting for someone to come in?

"Hi," I said shyly, "I'm looking for…"

"Welcome." she said cheerily, "Mr. Sereph is waiting for you in the back. Please go right ahead."

She pointed to a door to the left of the waiting room, and I walked hesitant towards it, a strange feeling growing with every step.

Beyond the door was a long hallway of offices, names neatly printed on the doors.

Mr. Sereph's office was the third in line.

I knocked, and a voice from the other side invited me in.

Mr. Sereph sat behind his desk, the too-wide smile stretching his lips painfully.

"I'm so glad you decided to accept my generous offer."

I sat across from the grinning man, feeling like Faust as he met with the Devil.

"It was too good a deal to pass up, I suppose," I offered lamely.

"Why yes, the money is a fine incentive, isn't it?"

I shuffled in my seat, not liking the man's regard.

"So, how does this work exactly? Do I have to write something for you or…"

I blinked, startled as looked back at Mr. Sereph, and found a contract had appeared on the desk. Mr. Sereph was leaning over the desk, that too wide smile stretching his face, as he handed me a weighty silver pen. Had that contract been there the whole time? I shrank back a little, the too-wide smile putting me off as the man leered at him.

"What's wrong? I thought you were ready to sign?"

"I am," I insisted, reaching shakily for the pen, "but I'm curious to know what this involves?"

"You show us your Talent, and we pay you for it. Couldn't be simpler."

I looked at the contract, unsure of whether to sign or not. I'd heard of writers getting sucked into these unfair contracts before, and I didn't fancy being kept as someone's pet writer. I looked down at the contract, but it wasn't particularly helpful either. They offered to pay me for my "Talent," but that was all it really said. It was very vague, not really saying anything other than that, with a lot of industry, speak in between.

I hesitated, reading over it again and again, as the money loomed up in my mind. That was a lot of money, enough to live comfortably for quite a while if I was careful. No matter what they had me do, that kind of money could change my life. And even if it were repetition or degrading, I'd still be doing what I loved, right?

I signed the contract and pushed it back to the smiling Mr. Sereph, my own smile looking lame next to his.

Mr. Sereph made it disappear before the ink seemed to be dry, and I was left holding the bulky silver pin in numb fingers.

"Excellent, now come with me so we can access your talent."

Mr. Sereph rose from the desk and led me out into the hall. I followed wordlessly, still not quite sure what was expected of me, as Mr. Sereph clacked along on his hard-soled boots. The long corridor slid past as we walked, the sameness a little disorienting. Mr. Sereph stopped outside another nondescript door and held it open for me to enter. Inside was a stark white room, cluttered only by a desk and a pen held in one of those ornate holders you often saw at weddings. Mr. Sereph nodded to the desk, indicating that I should sit.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, hovering in the doorway.

I wasn't sure I wanted to enter that unblemished space.

"Just take up the pen; it will know what to do from there." Mr. Sereph said, still grinning that troubling smile.

I hesitated a moment longer before walking inside. I had nowhere else to go really, not unless I meant to break the contract. The room seemed to hum around me as I stepped in, and I could almost swear that the same fluorescent lights were present in the walls as well. The whole room seemed to glow softly around me, and when I turned back, I could see Mr. Sereph push the door shut.

The door slamming like a coffin lid behind me, and I was left alone in the room.

I walked to the desk and took a seat. A single piece of paper lay on it, unblemished and waiting for me. As I looked at it, I could swear that the surface moved. I didn't want to touch it, but it seemed to beckon to me none the less. I reached out for the pen, that instrument of creation, and it felt very right in my hand as I lifted it from the holder. I set the tip against the paper, and, again, I thought it moved almost hungrily beneath the tip. What was I meant to do here? What was I meant to write? Show them my Talent? How was I meant to do…

The pen came down on the paper, its tip blotting the surface as though through magnetism. As though some signal had been given, the pen began to move across the page. Suddenly, I was writing. I wrote words, crafted stories, spilled ideas as the paper drank them down before my eyes. I wrote days, weeks, years worth of stories onto the paper as I wrote. My hand cramped, and my wrist ached, but still, the merciless pen took my words. The paper drank greedily, swelling as I worked, growing as it gobbled my ideas. My vision swam as I felt my words dragged out of me. They were sucked from my body, and I felt sure that I must die.

The paper swelled as I wrote. The single-page became sheets, a novel, a towering juggernaut of pages. The room began to fill with pages, pressing against the ceiling and bulging against the walls. I was powerless to stop my hand from writing, and soon the pages began to block out the lights. I wrote in a state of darkness, my hand guided by its own insane engine. The pages pressed at me from all sides, entombing me in the written word. Still, I wrote.

When I finally passed out, it was a blessing.

I saw the pages topple onto me and closed my eyes as I prepared to be crushed beneath them.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in my bed in my one-bedroom apartment. My arm throbbed, the fingers and hand feeling like rubber. When I tried to move them, I found them asleep and attributed the feeling to that. I shook them, thinking about the weird dream I had just woken up from. I had written himself into a literal tomb, and as I looked at my arm, I almost thought I could see small blisters on my fingers. I sat down at my computer, looking through my emails for job offers to see how I might manage to keep the lights on this month. When I came across a new email from Libras Talent, I thought I had misread it. It was a strange coincidence that I'd been dreaming about them, and now they were sending me a message. Still, I figured they wanted to make me another offer for my Talent, whatever that meant.

I had to read the email a few times, going over its contents a few times before the meaning finally sank in.

Greetings

We would like to thank you again for your Talent. Please find enclosed the agreed-upon payment for your Talent. We hope you are satisfied with your transaction.

Regards
Mr. D Sereph

I read the email repeatedly, still not quite believing it, before opening the app on my phone linked to my bank account. My eyes went wide when I saw the amount that had been deposited there. I goggled at it in disbelief. It hadn't been a dream, after all. I had sold my Talent! I grinned as I thought of the possibilities. Mr. Sereph had been right.

This amount of money could be life-changing.


I sighed as hI stepped back through the door of my apartment. It had been a great two-week vacation to the Bahamas. I'd spent those weeks in the lap of luxury and still hadn't made a dent in the amount of money Mr. Sereph had put in my bank account. It was an exhilarating feeling, being able to do whatever I wanted, living a life few dreamed of.

Now that I was back, though I supposed it was time to get back to work.

The money was nice, but it wouldn't last forever.

The news feed on my computer pinged to let him know that I had a new alert. I smiled as I saw that one of my favorite authors had just released a new book. I opened the link to look at the article but felt a surge of confusion as I read over the synopsis. It was a new novel, not like anything he'd ever written before. A world of high fantasy, a tale of adventure set in the world of Erudar, where the lord of the hunt sought the princess of…

I stood, astonished at what I was reading. That was MY story! I had been fleshing that concept out for years, and my manuscript was almost ready for submission. I had been so close to sending it off...well, maybe in a couple of years, I would have. I just had to be sure that it was ready before I just sent it off like that. Maybe after a few more re-reads, it would be okay to send it. I didn't want to embarrass myself by sending off...

The manuscript.

I had the manuscript saved on Google docs! I flipped on my computer and banged the mouse on the desk. I furiously opened the browser as the screen came up, putting in my information as the log in screen flashed. It would be time-stamped, dated. I could take it to the proper people and prove that this work had been stolen. As I filled in the required fields, I couldn't believe that something like this would happen. You read about this sort of thing happening online, but I never dreamed that it would happen to me. It was unthinkable, it was impossible, it was…

My google doc profile was empty.

The screen was devoid of content. Someone had scuttled my entire account. Nothing was left but an old resume' that was years out of date. Not a short stories or half-finished works. There was nothing here to signify that I had ever done anything at all.

My hand flew to the drawer and pulled it open. The drawer next to my desk was full of thumb drives that I used as a backup. Should the internet ever fall, I wanted something to fall back on, something to begin anew. An odd worry to have, I know, but we writer are often worried about losing our work to unforeseen circumstances. I searched feverishly;y through the drawer, but I needn't have bothered.

The drawer was empty. My hand scraped the too clean bottom of the drawer as my hand scrabbled through it. No note, no thumb drives, no dust, no trash. Nothing! The drawer was maddeningly clean, and I found myself sobbing as I continued to find nothing.

I searched my computer for any trace of my manuscript, stories, and anything, but it had all been erased. I searched my desk for any notes or leavings of my work, but also found nothing. I looked for my drawings, my sketches, but it was as though they had all disappeared. There wasn't a shred of evidence that I had ever created anything. Even the books I had self-published had vanished from my Amazon account, the hard copies absent from my shelves.

That was when I began to panic. What was happening? Someone had been in my apartment. Someone had stolen my work. Someone had taken my whole life and left me with nothing but the fading memories. Someone had stolen...

My blood ran cold.

My Talent.

I combed through my emails, searching for the email from Sereph. If I could find it, I could prove that he had spoken with him, I could get some help finding my works. The police would find prints or evidence that someone had been there, and they could help me get my things back. Money or not, theft was still a serious crime and...

The email was gone, nowhere to be found.

It was as though I had never spoken with him at all.

That was the day I set about finding Mr. Sereph. It became my all-consuming desire, my only goal in life, and I went about it with surgical precision. I had gone down to the building that had been Libras Talent, but it had been abandoned. The doors were locked, the sign removed, and the building looked empty and forlorn. It had been too big an operation to simply close up overnight, and I had asked the people in the buildings around them if they had seen them packing up. All of them only shook their heads, saying they didn't know anything about a talent agency or a publishing house. I went to the internet, searching for the sites I had used to track them down before, but any email I sent them was either returned, the email address closed, or ignored. It seemed my search wouldn't be as easy as tracking down the company and getting my Talent back.

I don't know when I started thinking of my thumb drives and notes as my Talent, but eventually, that was the word I began to use as well.

That was when I had taken to staking out the coffee shop. The place was always packed, and if Sereph was looking for other writers to swindle, I thought he might come back here. I had brought my laptop the first few times but had stopped after the first week. I was too distracted to write these days, after finding out my life's work had been stolen, and all I thought about was having my work returned to me. I'd spent the last three weeks drinking coffee and keeping my eyes peeled as I held down the corner booth near the bar. I arrived when the place opened and didn't leave until the final customer had shuffled out.

I found Mr. Sereph after the third week of staking out the coffee shop.

Well, that's not really true.

It was just after sunset on a Tuesday when he found me.

I had been sitting in the corner, listening to the sound of keys clacking and drinks being slurped, when I heard his oily voice ooze through my consciousness.

"What we're looking for is your talent."

I swung my head around sharply. The man was at a nearby table, talking to a blond girl that I had seen hanging around lately. She was working on a screenplay it seemed, working hard it seemed, and she had gained the interest of Libras Talent, it seemed. She looked over the business card and told him she'd think about it before leaving in a hurry. As she passed, I saw her face and could tell that she was as put off by the smiling man as I was.

The man sat for a moment, watching her leave, before turning to look at directly at me, smiling his shark's smile.

"I hear you've been looking for me."

I jumped, not yet sure what I would say to him. Mr. Sereph came sauntering over to my table, taking the empty seat as that too wide smile still made me cringe. He took a sip of the cold cup of coffee I had been ignoring for the last hour and seemed to be waiting for me to speak. He had caught me flat-footed, though, and I was utterly incapable of speechless. In my head, I had always been indignant, downright angry, but now, as I stared into that too-wide smile, I felt unsure of what I was doing.

"I assume that you're here to talk about your Talent. I must say, when it hit the bestseller list, I was shocked. I suppose we could reassess your price if you're looking for more money."

That lit the fire in me.

"I want to know exactly what the hell you think you're doing. You break into my apartment, steal my work, clean out my hard drive, and just think you can bribe me with more…"

"I did none of those things." Mr. Sereph said with a roll of his eyes, "We paid you for your Talent. Your Talent was writing, and we took that which we paid for. You signed a contract and were compensated handsomely."

"Wait...you mean you paid me for my stories?"

Sereph scoffed, "Stories? You think we paid you for the rights to your stories?" He laughed, drawing a few looks from the people near us, "I must ask, have you tried to write since you woke up in your bed?"

I had to think about that. Had I written anything for the past two weeks? Felt compelled to write anything? I had signed my name to a few things, maybe written a text message or two. Other than that, I hadn't written so much as a sentence creatively. I had been having too much fun to think about writing. That should have been weird too. The writing was what I did. Without it, my life would be pointless.

"That's right." Sereph said, taking a long sip of the cold coffee, "You sold us your Talent, rather cheaply too, but your kind usually does. You cut your golden goose open too quickly and find nothing as valuable as what you had."

"So, what is Libres Talent? You sell ideas to other writers?"

Sereph scoffed, "Ideas? You're still thinking too small. Do you think that Talent is something that just lasts forever? Talent is a finite resource. It flows and ebbs. Some people are lucky enough to have a large tidal pool, but some people have to buy others Talents to supplement. Libres Talent finds those in need of Talent, literary, athletic, political, what have you, and we get Talent for them."

My blood ran cold.

"So...I'll never write again?"

Mr. Sereph looked a little sad, "Sorry, kiddo, it looks like you'll just have to live like all these other talentless shlubs. But, hey, if you ever decide you want to buy some talent, do keep in touch."

He left a business card on the table and made his way out.

He left me sitting there, my head in my hands, as the sound of raw creativity clicked and scribbled around me.

I had to stop myself from sobbing.

I didn't even write this story. I haven't written anything more than my name or a shopping list since that day. I haven't heard the call to create or thought about anything besides what to watch on tv or what to eat or dinner since that day I woke up in my bed. I told this story to a friend, and he transcribed it for me so I could post it here. I fear it will be the last thing I ever have a hand in creating. I tell you all of this as a warning. There are people out there who will take advantage of simple human greed to cheat you out of your highest calling. Do not do as I have done, do not trade your Talent for a fist full of silver.

And if you see that bastard with the shark's grin, tell him no.

Whatever he offers is not worth your Talent.
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2020.09.25 04:55 Erutious For Your Talent

I looked at the number written on the paper, and my eyes grew large.

That was way more money than I made in a year, more money than I'd made in my life, and this guy was offering it to me for…

"So, you want to pay me for...what, exactly?"

The man in the black suit stared at me, hollowly, from behind his mirrored glasses. He sat, nonchalantly, across the table at the small coffee shop I had written in for the last four years. I liked the ambiance here, as did many other local writers it seemed. It was a great place to read and write, and the coffee was an added bonus. I could see many others around me, plinking away on their MacBooks or their off the shelf Walmart laptops, as they wrote the next great American novel or the next hit screenplay.

The longer the man sat there, the more I wished he had approached one of them instead.

"It's straightforward," he said, his voice and cadence reminding me of Agent Smith in The Matrix movies, "we want to pay you for your Talents. You come to our office, let us see your Talent, and pay you for your time and effort. Sound like something you might be interested in?"

Then he smiled, his lips sliding away from his perfectly artificial teeth, and I couldn't help but cringe all over.

It was like a dog who's been taught to smile, unsettling, and a little alarming.

But it was a lot of money.

"Let me think about it." I hedged, and the smile slid mechanically from the man's face.

He produced a business card, rising suddenly and holding it out.

"Let us know if you change your mind. The offer is valid whenever you're ready."

He left then, making his way for the door like a shark hunting his next meal.

I looked at the card and wrinkled my eyebrows.

It was a plain white business card, nothing fancy, with the words, "Libras Talent. Because your Talent should never go to waste." printed on it.

I stared at it for a while as my laptop screen went into sleep mode, darkening and allowing me to see myself as I sat in contemplation.

How very curious.

I've been writing in some form or another for my whole life.

When I was a child, I drew pictures and created games for my friends to play. My pictures, my mother swore, always told a story, and my games were never the haphazard mess that my friends often concocted. People who weren't even part of my friend circle often came to join our games, as they were both fun and engaging in a way that was hard for a child to explain. My teachers praised my creativity and expected they would see great things from me someday.

As I grew, so grew my stories. By the time I was in middle school, my works of fantasy were often entered into writing contests and local student works projects. My playground games had evolved into role play games and pieces of interactive fiction. When I was twelve, I discovered the world of Dungeons and Dragons. This began a lifelong love affair with the game, and I quickly took to the role of Game Master. My campaigns were immersive, my characters engaging, and my adventures never fell victim to the usual problems others seemed to encounter. I wrote well, and, again, the adults in my life often praised me, expecting great things from me in the future.

It was a no brainer for me to study writing after high school. I had soared through what is usually a very trying time for teens by channeling my churning emotions into my medium. I had gotten more than one scholarship for writing, and as college loomed, I put all my efforts into my work. I spent the next four years working on a BA in English and Literature. In the end, I felt I had the tools to begin plying my craft professionally.

Now, I was trying to figure out how to turn that Talent into a paycheck so that I could pay my bills. Magazines liked my work but wanted writers with more experience. There were people online who would pay for stories, but not enough to live off of. Agents were interested, but they didn't want to take a chance on someone so young. My writing was always well received, but there was always the ever-present But hanging at the end of all that praise. A few interested publishers had approached me, but it was always the sort that buried the line about price amidst all that talk. I was twenty-six, four years out of college, self-published, untried, and no one was willing to take a chance on me.

Everyone, except Libras Talent, that is.


I Googled them, of course. I had been burned too many times before and wanted to see what was in store if I decided to take their offer. Their website was professional but soulless. Their credentials were numerous but were presented without any real pride. This soulless corporation wanted another book for their accolades, another pet writer for their trophy case. If I signed on with them, I would be just another soulless shill who writes for nothing but a paycheck.

My phone buzzed, jarring me out of my contemplation. I looked down and sighed as I saw the message from the power company. My check had bounced again, and they were going to shut my power off at the end of the month without some kind of immediate action. That likely meant that Mr. Kapish, my boss at the gas station, had given out bad checks again. He would never admit it, and this likely meant that I wouldn't get paid until the end of the month.

I glanced at the card as it sat propped against my monitor.

Or maybe I'd be able to keep the lights on after all.


I nervously checked my phone to make sure I had come to the right place. I had come to a flat looking building, a two-story white stucco number that looked more like a distribution center than a publishing house. I had dressed in my best interview clothes, a polo, and a pair of slacks, and I already felt underdressed and unsure about the situation. The outer facade bore a simple sign, white and stark, just like the business card.

Libras Talent

I thought about leaving, but the call of the money was too much to resist.

I tried the door, and when it opened, it was almost too good to be true.

The woman behind the counter wore a broad smile as I stepped inside. She was looking at the door, as though expecting me. Her pants suit and quaffed hair made her look assembled rather than styled, but I was taken aback by her smiling regard. The waiting area was as stark as the facade, and the receptionist's regard made me feel like I was marked.

Had she been staring at the door the whole time, just waiting for someone to come in?

"Hi," I said shyly, "I'm looking for…"

"Welcome." she said cheerily, "Mr. Sereph is waiting for you in the back. Please go right ahead."

She pointed to a door to the left of the waiting room, and I walked hesitant towards it, a strange feeling growing with every step.

Beyond the door was a long hallway of offices, names neatly printed on the doors.

Mr. Sereph's office was the third in line.

I knocked, and a voice from the other side invited me in.

Mr. Sereph sat behind his desk, the too-wide smile stretching his lips painfully.

"I'm so glad you decided to accept my generous offer."

I sat across from the grinning man, feeling like Faust as he met with the Devil.

"It was too good a deal to pass up, I suppose," I offered lamely.

"Why yes, the money is a fine incentive, isn't it?"

I shuffled in my seat, not liking the man's regard.

"So, how does this work exactly? Do I have to write something for you or…"

I blinked, startled as looked back at Mr. Sereph, and found a contract had appeared on the desk. Mr. Sereph was leaning over the desk, that too wide smile stretching his face, as he handed me a weighty silver pen. Had that contract been there the whole time? I shrank back a little, the too-wide smile putting me off as the man leered at him.

"What's wrong? I thought you were ready to sign?"

"I am," I insisted, reaching shakily for the pen, "but I'm curious to know what this involves?"

"You show us your Talent, and we pay you for it. Couldn't be simpler."

I looked at the contract, unsure of whether to sign or not. I'd heard of writers getting sucked into these unfair contracts before, and I didn't fancy being kept as someone's pet writer. I looked down at the contract, but it wasn't particularly helpful either. They offered to pay me for my "Talent," but that was all it really said. It was very vague, not really saying anything other than that, with a lot of industry, speak in between.

I hesitated, reading over it again and again, as the money loomed up in my mind. That was a lot of money, enough to live comfortably for quite a while if I was careful. No matter what they had me do, that kind of money could change my life. And even if it were repetition or degrading, I'd still be doing what I loved, right?

I signed the contract and pushed it back to the smiling Mr. Sereph, my own smile looking lame next to his.

Mr. Sereph made it disappear before the ink seemed to be dry, and I was left holding the bulky silver pin in numb fingers.

"Excellent, now come with me so we can access your talent."

Mr. Sereph rose from the desk and led me out into the hall. I followed wordlessly, still not quite sure what was expected of me, as Mr. Sereph clacked along on his hard-soled boots. The long corridor slid past as we walked, the sameness a little disorienting. Mr. Sereph stopped outside another nondescript door and held it open for me to enter. Inside was a stark white room, cluttered only by a desk and a pen held in one of those ornate holders you often saw at weddings. Mr. Sereph nodded to the desk, indicating that I should sit.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, hovering in the doorway.

I wasn't sure I wanted to enter that unblemished space.

"Just take up the pen; it will know what to do from there." Mr. Sereph said, still grinning that troubling smile.

I hesitated a moment longer before walking inside. I had nowhere else to go really, not unless I meant to break the contract. The room seemed to hum around me as I stepped in, and I could almost swear that the same fluorescent lights were present in the walls as well. The whole room seemed to glow softly around me, and when I turned back, I could see Mr. Sereph push the door shut.

The door slamming like a coffin lid behind me, and I was left alone in the room.

I walked to the desk and took a seat. A single piece of paper lay on it, unblemished and waiting for me. As I looked at it, I could swear that the surface moved. I didn't want to touch it, but it seemed to beckon to me none the less. I reached out for the pen, that instrument of creation, and it felt very right in my hand as I lifted it from the holder. I set the tip against the paper, and, again, I thought it moved almost hungrily beneath the tip. What was I meant to do here? What was I meant to write? Show them my Talent? How was I meant to do…

The pen came down on the paper, its tip blotting the surface as though through magnetism. As though some signal had been given, the pen began to move across the page. Suddenly, I was writing. I wrote words, crafted stories, spilled ideas as the paper drank them down before my eyes. I wrote days, weeks, years worth of stories onto the paper as I wrote. My hand cramped, and my wrist ached, but still, the merciless pen took my words. The paper drank greedily, swelling as I worked, growing as it gobbled my ideas. My vision swam as I felt my words dragged out of me. They were sucked from my body, and I felt sure that I must die.

The paper swelled as I wrote. The single-page became sheets, a novel, a towering juggernaut of pages. The room began to fill with pages, pressing against the ceiling and bulging against the walls. I was powerless to stop my hand from writing, and soon the pages began to block out the lights. I wrote in a state of darkness, my hand guided by its own insane engine. The pages pressed at me from all sides, entombing me in the written word. Still, I wrote.

When I finally passed out, it was a blessing.

I saw the pages topple onto me and closed my eyes as I prepared to be crushed beneath them.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in my bed in my one-bedroom apartment. My arm throbbed, the fingers and hand feeling like rubber. When I tried to move them, I found them asleep and attributed the feeling to that. I shook them, thinking about the weird dream I had just woken up from. I had written himself into a literal tomb, and as I looked at my arm, I almost thought I could see small blisters on my fingers. I sat down at my computer, looking through my emails for job offers to see how I might manage to keep the lights on this month. When I came across a new email from Libras Talent, I thought I had misread it. It was a strange coincidence that I'd been dreaming about them, and now they were sending me a message. Still, I figured they wanted to make me another offer for my Talent, whatever that meant.

I had to read the email a few times, going over its contents a few times before the meaning finally sank in.

Greetings

We would like to thank you again for your Talent. Please find enclosed the agreed-upon payment for your Talent. We hope you are satisfied with your transaction.

Regards
Mr. D Sereph

I read the email repeatedly, still not quite believing it, before opening the app on my phone linked to my bank account. My eyes went wide when I saw the amount that had been deposited there. I goggled at it in disbelief. It hadn't been a dream, after all. I had sold my Talent! I grinned as I thought of the possibilities. Mr. Sereph had been right.

This amount of money could be life-changing.


I sighed as hI stepped back through the door of my apartment. It had been a great two-week vacation to the Bahamas. I'd spent those weeks in the lap of luxury and still hadn't made a dent in the amount of money Mr. Sereph had put in my bank account. It was an exhilarating feeling, being able to do whatever I wanted, living a life few dreamed of.

Now that I was back, though I supposed it was time to get back to work.

The money was nice, but it wouldn't last forever.

The news feed on my computer pinged to let him know that I had a new alert. I smiled as I saw that one of my favorite authors had just released a new book. I opened the link to look at the article but felt a surge of confusion as I read over the synopsis. It was a new novel, not like anything he'd ever written before. A world of high fantasy, a tale of adventure set in the world of Erudar, where the lord of the hunt sought the princess of…

I stood, astonished at what I was reading. That was MY story! I had been fleshing that concept out for years, and my manuscript was almost ready for submission. I had been so close to sending it off...well, maybe in a couple of years, I would have. I just had to be sure that it was ready before I just sent it off like that. Maybe after a few more re-reads, it would be okay to send it. I didn't want to embarrass myself by sending off...

The manuscript.

I had the manuscript saved on Google docs! I flipped on my computer and banged the mouse on the desk. I furiously opened the browser as the screen came up, putting in my information as the log in screen flashed. It would be time-stamped, dated. I could take it to the proper people and prove that this work had been stolen. As I filled in the required fields, I couldn't believe that something like this would happen. You read about this sort of thing happening online, but I never dreamed that it would happen to me. It was unthinkable, it was impossible, it was…

My google doc profile was empty.

The screen was devoid of content. Someone had scuttled my entire account. Nothing was left but an old resume' that was years out of date. Not a short stories or half-finished works. There was nothing here to signify that I had ever done anything at all.

My hand flew to the drawer and pulled it open. The drawer next to my desk was full of thumb drives that I used as a backup. Should the internet ever fall, I wanted something to fall back on, something to begin anew. An odd worry to have, I know, but we writer are often worried about losing our work to unforeseen circumstances. I searched feverishly through the drawer, but I needn't have bothered.

The drawer was empty. My hand scraped the too clean bottom of the drawer as my hand scrabbled through it. No note, no thumb drives, no dust, no trash. Nothing! The drawer was maddeningly clean, and I found myself sobbing as I continued to find nothing.

I searched my computer for any trace of my manuscript, stories, and anything, but it had all been erased. I searched my desk for any notes or leavings of my work, but also found nothing. I looked for my drawings, my sketches, but it was as though they had all disappeared. There wasn't a shred of evidence that I had ever created anything. Even the books I had self-published had vanished from my Amazon account, the hard copies absent from my shelves.

That was when I began to panic. What was happening? Someone had been in my apartment. Someone had stolen my work. Someone had taken my whole life and left me with nothing but the fading memories. Someone had stolen...

My blood ran cold.

My Talent.

I combed through my emails, searching for the email from Sereph. If I could find it, I could prove that he had spoken with him, I could get some help finding my works. The police would find prints or evidence that someone had been there, and they could help me get my things back. Money or not, theft was still a serious crime and...

The email was gone, nowhere to be found.

It was as though I had never spoken with him at all.

That was the day I set about finding Mr. Sereph. It became my all-consuming desire, my only goal in life, and I went about it with surgical precision. I had gone down to the building that had been Libras Talent, but it had been abandoned. The doors were locked, the sign removed, and the building looked empty and forlorn. It had been too big an operation to simply close up overnight, and I had asked the people in the buildings around them if they had seen them packing up. All of them only shook their heads, saying they didn't know anything about a talent agency or a publishing house. I went to the internet, searching for the sites I had used to track them down before, but any email I sent them was either returned, the email address closed, or ignored. It seemed my search wouldn't be as easy as tracking down the company and getting my Talent back.

I don't know when I started thinking of my thumb drives and notes as my Talent, but eventually, that was the word I began to use as well.

That was when I had taken to staking out the coffee shop. The place was always packed, and if Sereph was looking for other writers to swindle, I thought he might come back here. I had brought my laptop the first few times but had stopped after the first week. I was too distracted to write these days, after finding out my life's work had been stolen, and all I thought about was having my work returned to me. I'd spent the last three weeks drinking coffee and keeping my eyes peeled as I held down the corner booth near the bar. I arrived when the place opened and didn't leave until the final customer had shuffled out.

I found Mr. Sereph after the third week of staking out the coffee shop.

Well, that's not really true.

It was just after sunset on a Tuesday when he found me.

I had been sitting in the corner, listening to the sound of keys clacking and drinks being slurped, when I heard his oily voice ooze through my consciousness.

"What we're looking for is your talent."

I swung my head around sharply. The man was at a nearby table, talking to a blond girl that I had seen hanging around lately. She was working on a screenplay it seemed, working hard it seemed, and she had gained the interest of Libras Talent, it seemed. She looked over the business card and told him she'd think about it before leaving in a hurry. As she passed, I saw her face and could tell that she was as put off by the smiling man as I was.

The man sat for a moment, watching her leave, before turning to look at directly at me, smiling his shark's smile.

"I hear you've been looking for me."

I jumped, not yet sure what I would say to him. Mr. Sereph came sauntering over to my table, taking the empty seat as that too wide smile still made me cringe. He took a sip of the cold cup of coffee I had been ignoring for the last hour and seemed to be waiting for me to speak. He had caught me flat-footed, though, and I was utterly incapable of speechless. In my head, I had always been indignant, downright angry, but now, as I stared into that too-wide smile, I felt unsure of what I was doing.

"I assume that you're here to talk about your Talent. I must say, when it hit the bestseller list, I was shocked. I suppose we could reassess your price if you're looking for more money."

That lit the fire in me.

"I want to know exactly what the hell you think you're doing. You break into my apartment, steal my work, clean out my hard drive, and just think you can bribe me with more…"

"I did none of those things." Mr. Sereph said with a roll of his eyes, "We paid you for your Talent. Your Talent was writing, and we took that which we paid for. You signed a contract and were compensated handsomely."

"Wait...you mean you paid me for my stories?"

Sereph scoffed, "Stories? You think we paid you for the rights to your stories?" He laughed, drawing a few looks from the people near us, "I must ask, have you tried to write since you woke up in your bed?"

I had to think about that. Had I written anything for the past two weeks? Felt compelled to write anything? I had signed my name to a few things, maybe written a text message or two. Other than that, I hadn't written so much as a sentence creatively. I had been having too much fun to think about writing. That should have been weird too. The writing was what I did. Without it, my life would be pointless.

"That's right." Sereph said, taking a long sip of the cold coffee, "You sold us your Talent, rather cheaply too, but your kind usually does. You cut your golden goose open too quickly and find nothing as valuable as what you had."

"So, what is Libres Talent? You sell ideas to other writers?"

Sereph scoffed, "Ideas? You're still thinking too small. Do you think that Talent is something that just lasts forever? Talent is a finite resource. It flows and ebbs. Some people are lucky enough to have a large tidal pool, but some people have to buy others Talents to supplement. Libres Talent finds those in need of Talent, literary, athletic, political, what have you, and we get Talent for them."

My blood ran cold.

"So...I'll never write again?"

Mr. Sereph looked a little sad, "Sorry, kiddo, it looks like you'll just have to live like all these other talentless shlubs. But, hey, if you ever decide you want to buy some talent, do keep in touch."

He left a business card on the table and made his way out.

He left me sitting there, my head in my hands, as the sound of raw creativity clicked and scribbled around me.

I had to stop myself from sobbing.

I didn't even write this story. I haven't written anything more than my name or a shopping list since that day. I haven't heard the call to create or thought about anything besides what to watch on tv or what to eat or dinner since that day I woke up in my bed. I told this story to a friend, and he transcribed it for me so I could post it here. I fear it will be the last thing I ever have a hand in creating. I tell you all of this as a warning. There are people out there who will take advantage of simple human greed to cheat you out of your highest calling. Do not do as I have done, do not trade your Talent for a fist full of silver.

And if you see that bastard with the shark's grin, tell him no.

Whatever he offers is not worth your Talent.
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2020.09.25 04:28 Red-Heat After the End CK3 Dev Diary 1: Overall Vision and Scope and Final CK2 Update

After the End CK3 Dev Diary 1: Overall Vision and Scope and Final CK2 Update
Good tidings, all!
I'm still on hiatus at the moment, but I thought I would take this time to tell you all about the direction we're taking for the CK3 version of the mod and the final changes we plan to make for the Fan Fork. As of right now, our working title is After the End CK3, but this is subject to change, as is everything else shown here. I'd like to get one thing out of the way as well - we do not have any release date projections right now. This project could release six months from now or six years from now. I really cannot say. Now then, onto the dev diary.
The Vision
After the End CK3 is not going to be a 1:1 copy or "port" of the Fan Fork, because that would be impossible anyway. CK3's scripting engine and hardcoded mechanics are so radically different from anything in CK2 that it's less a question of what we will keep and more a question of what we can salvage. Instead, we want AtE CK3 to be more like a remake or sequel of the CK2 mod.
We plan to build on the foundation laid by the Fan Fork, but we also won't be afraid to completely rework, replace, or even delete elements that we aren't happy with or that won't work in CK3. This applies to political setup, in-game history, and entire cultures or religions. Nothing is sacred, and nothing is safe. (Except Americanism. That stays.)
Our team has two main focuses at the moment - creating religions and faiths and building the map.
The Map
Our dedicated team of map modders have decided to challenge themselves by vastly expanding the scope of the in-game map. Here's an image of the current Fan Fork map...
The Fan Fork's map as of v1.1.
And here's an image of the planned CK3 projection.
Yep.
We're going all the way from the tip of Tierra Del Fuego to the northern shore of Alaska and everything in between. We even have Svalbard in the top right. (My mappers assure me that it makes sense, assuming a spherical Earth.)
As you might imagine, creating new cultures, religions, and histories for all of South America south of Venezuela is no small feat. That's why we've decided to partner with devs from the upcoming AtE South America spinoff, Sob o Anil. Their CK2 mod will still release as a standalone, but the content they have already developed will be used to shape AtE CK3's version of South America. This means, in effect, that Sob o Anil has become part of the Fan Fork's shared universe. (More on this later.)
Religions and Faiths
Let's move on to talking about religions and faiths. We are nowhere near done with this and probably won't be for at least another month, but we have laid a basic groundwork. Let's discuss the two top-level families that you are probably most anxious to hear about: the Antiquarian and Abrahamic families.
The Antiquarian family contains most of the religions that were part of the Old World Cultist religion group in the Fan Fork. This includes fan favorites like:
Americanism.
Foundrycraft (formerly Rust Cultist).
Atomicism.
Consumerism.
As you can see, each of these former CK2 religions have been spun off into faith groups under the Antiquarian family. This will let us more precisely control how these faiths view each other across groups and within groups. For example, Americanism and Libertarianism are generally okay with one another, while Atomicists and Aphites are... less okay with each other. You may have also noticed that each of these faiths have custom tenets - the new CK3 religious system will let us give each faith more depth than was possible in CK2 while also making it easier for different faiths to access similar features.
Now, let's talk about the Abrahamic family, starting with the Christian faiths. I won't be able to show them all off here, so I'll show you one of them with a list of other Christian faiths.
Wait, what?
Description:
When contact with Rome was lost, the Catholics of the Caribbean mostly retained their faith and did not recognize a new head. Instead, the various archdioceses began to administer the church according to their local authority an Insula, or island community, with their own rites. These rites, amounting to almost full canons, contain both functional law and local saints. Although they theoretically are pending approval by the Pope in Rome, they are treated as valid in his absence. Most lay practitioners trust that their bishops do their due diligence and consider their local traditions to be in line with mainstream Catholicism. Other Catholics would note that many Insular Christians venerate 'African saints' that are suspiciously similar to figures from other nearby religions.
Insular Christianity is a good example of the steps that we will take in CK3 to expand on the foundation laid in CK2. As mentioned above, CK3 lets us model interfaith relations with a level of subtlety and complexity that was not possible in CK2. We are taking advantage of this by, among other things, adding new forms of Christianity that "bridge the gap" between traditional Catholicism and faiths that are... less traditional.
On that note, I'd like to explain something about the faith assignments in CK3. The rigid nature of interfaith relationships in CK2 meant that we were sometimes forced to place certain religions outside of the "Christian" group, even though members of these religions would certainly identify as Christian. This is no longer an issue, and faiths will now be grouped (mostly) according to the self-identification of practitioners. For example, Mormons, who were assigned their own religion group in CK2, will now be part of the Christian faith group in CK3, with special doctrines controlling relations between Mormons and other Christians. The same applies to all former "Cult of Saints" religions and "Amero-Syncretic" religions - they will all be in the Christian faith group and will rely on special doctrines to govern interfaith relations.
However, certain Christian-adjacent faiths will still be placed in other groups and families for gameplay purposes and to better reflect self-identity. For example, Rastafari is assigned its own faith group, with each mansion now being a faith unto itself. This is because many Rastas identify themselves as either entirely separate from Christianity or as part of a group that is highly distinct from other Christians.
The Nyabinghi Order.
Similarly, many of the former Afro-Syncretic faiths have been placed in their own Afro-Syncretic family, with new faith groups being created to illustrate the differences between faiths in this family.
The Vodun faith group. Please don't make low-effort jokes about the tenet name.
Although many practitioners of these faiths would identify as Christian if asked, it is more accurate to say that they are both Christian and (for example) Candomble. They attend both Christian churches and Candomble houses, even though the Bible explicitly condemns many of the things that happen in Candomble houses. They respect both Christian bishops and Candomble maes-de-santo, even though the bishop may not accord any respect to a a mae-de-santo. They see each of their two beliefs systems as equally valid and may even believe that God and Olodumare are two terms for the same being, even though Christianity is officially antithetical to these ideas.
Unfortunately, CK3 does not let us assign two religions to the same person or the same county, so we had to draw a hard line between them. This line is mitigated by the existence of faiths like Insular Christianity, which is non-hostile to Afro-Syncretic faiths and is intended to be a middle ground between the two groups, but it still exists.
Of course, the Abrahamic group includes Islam and Judaism as well as Christianity. Here's a look at one of the Jewish faiths.
Reform Judaism.
Now that we have thoroughly covered the particulars of the Christian faith group, let's move on to discussing the changes we plan to make in our final major Fan Fork update.
The Final Fan Fork Update
Well, we had a good run, but my interests have moved from CK2 to CK3. CK3 is just so much more flexible for modders - going back to CK2 feels like reinstalling Windows XP. As a result, I've decided that the next Fan Fork update will be the final major update to the project. We may still release updates to fix bugs, but we won't add any new religions or cultures or anything like that. So, what's going to be in this update? I'll be releasing regular dev diaries about it, but I'd like to get something out of the way first.
After a discussion with the dev team of After the End: Old World, we have decided that it would be best for both of us to officially part ways. The Old World project has been fully independent from the Fan Fork from its very inception. I have never had any real input on what their team does, and vice-versa. We communicate very rarely, and it is usually not related to creative decisions. However, many members of the AtE community and the Crusader Kings community at large do not understand this. They frequently assume that the projects have the same or similar team members, they use features in one mod as a basis to suggest changes in the other, and they even conflate the two by simply referring to both as "After the End".
To that end, the Old World team has agreed to stop using the AtE name for its upcoming CK2 update and for any future CK3 project. All further development on Old World CK2, as well as any development for an Old World CK3, will diverge greatly from the Fan Fork and AtE CK3. Hopefully, this should cement our projects as being completely independent from one another.
Now that I have explained this, I would like to get into the first major changes we will make to the Fan Fork in our final update. We plan to overhaul all content regarding Atlantic invasions and overseas contact, to better reflect our own creative desires and to add more depth and variety to gameplay.
Invaders from Great Britain will no longer have a single British culture, nor will they adhere to just one religion. This will be explained further in an upcoming Fan Fork dev diary.
Taking the Atlantic path for the Hajj to Mecca will involve a stop in Tangiers rather than Gibraltar. Here, you will meet a Muslim Moroccan and travel overland across North Africa to Mecca.
A new invading force from Africa will be added. This will be explained further in an upcoming Fan Fork dev diary.
We will integrate mods other than Sob o Anil into the Fan Fork's shared universe. This will be explained further in an upcoming Fan Fork dev diary.
Finally, al-Sayyid has asked me to make a few specific announcements:
  1. Seminoles will be added to the Everglades in Florida.
  2. The Mouse will get a ton of new content, including unique artifacts and a religion conversion event.
That concludes this first dev diary for After the End CK3. I hope you are all looking forward to both it and the final Fan Fork update.
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2020.09.25 03:43 SanderSo47 'The Trial of the Chicago 7' Review Thread

Rotten Tomatoes: 91% (32 reviews) with 8.22 in average rating
Metacritic: 75/100 (20 critics)
As with other movies, the scores are set to change as time passes. Meanwhile, I'll post some short reviews on the movie.
Sorkin has made a movie that's gripping, illuminating and trenchant, as erudite as his best work and always grounded first and foremost in story and character. It's as much about the constitutional American right to protest as it is about justice, which makes it incredibly relevant to where we are today, and to what's at stake in the coming election. The final note of defiance here offers a glimmer of hope for which many of us are starved right now. I'll take it.
-David Rooney, The Hollywood Reporter
Made by Paramount and tossed to Netflix in the pandemic uncertainty of 2020, “Chicago 7” isn’t exactly a groundbreaking vision, but it’s certainly a passion project of the “they don’t make ‘em like they used to” variety. It could have been made a few years after the Chicago 7 faced their fate and fit its moment, but registers as particularly robust now: Sorkin proves that courtrooms have always been at the mercy of a flawed process, yet subject to moral scrutiny at every turn. A look back at rabble-rousers from another era won’t change the world, but “Chicago 7” is a solid tribute to a few men who realized they could, even when the system they fought for came up short.
-Eric Kohn, IndieWire: B
The trial, as Sorkin presents it, is really about the soul of America — the ability to protest, to question the most fundamental actions of the government. The overlap between the 1968 Chicago protests and the Black Lives Matter protests that have taken place this year is all too obvious. Yet the true parallel, I think, is that “The Trial of the Chicago 7” is really about what it looks like when a society starts to treat people speaking freely as if they were doing something dangerous. The movie reminds you, quite stirringly, that the Chicago 7 weren’t attacking America. They were upholding it.
-Owen Gleiberman, Variety
And leave it to Sorkin — whose only other film as director, “Molly’s Game,” felt prescient in its portrayal of predatory men in Hollywood and beyond — to catch the mood of 2020 with a film he began working on many years beforehand. At a time of so much focus on police brutality, and a time when protest is being demonized as the election approaches, this story set 50 years ago feels oddly, frighteningly vital.
-Steve Pond, The Wrap
While many will draw parallels between scenes involving civil unrest to the events of 2020, the philosophical differences between Hayden and Abbie — cultural versus electoral revolution, respectively — ring closely to the debates raging within progressive politics today, and actually prove more interesting. But how much viewers engage with the “Trial of the Chicago 7” will have more to do with its naturally captivating story, and the comedic dialogue, than anything Sorkin as a director provides. But through a punch-the-air final act, one that’s the definition of defiance, Sorkin’s melodrama reassures us of the power of sticking to one’s beliefs.
-Robert Daniels, The Playlist: B-
Aaron Sorkin is at his most portentous with this inert film, stuffed with stars, which mislocates the point of the trial it dramatises
-Peter Bradshaw, The Guardian: 2/5
The script saves some of its most fiery material for them, the kind of thunderbolt Sorkin-isms that land with a satisfying crack. Though it allows them to inhabit quieter moments, too, and the movie is at its best when it roots itself in the real consequences of the case — not only for the men involved, but for a nation increasingly unable to bridge its most painful divides. In that, Chicago 7 frames the past not just as entertaining prologue but a living document; one we ignore at our own peril.
-Leah Greenblatt, Entertainment Weekly: B
The question of how we approach protest is an important one because it needs to be ingrained into our daily lives. I think even Sorkin would agree that our institutions have become infected with bad actors who seek to turn those institutions against the people they were meant to protect. “Protests are good” is a fine sentiment, but the culture is already there, and while Chicago 7 acknowledges that these protests will have internal conflict and face external violence, there needs to be more recognition that something has truly rotted America. Sorkin’s faith in institutions has clearly chipped away, but The Trial of the Chicago 7 shows he’s uncertain about what should go in its place.
-Matt Goldberg, Collider: B-
Certain events are rearranged from the factual timelines, and yes, “The Trial of the Chicago 7” exercises poetic license. This is not a documentary; it’s a dramatization of events that resonates with great power while containing essential truths, and it’s one of the best movies of the year.
-Richard Roeper, The Chicago Sun Times: 4/4
For a time, Steven Spielberg was attached to direct The Trial Of The Chicago 7, and his absence is felt in the televisual staging: For all the sentimental uplift of this film’s closing minutes, Sorkin lacks the master’s skill — flaunted in Lincoln and The Post — at enlivening gabby civics lessons. The film could have used some of Spielberg’s craft and twinkly open-hearted conviction... or, perhaps conversely, more of Hoffman’s radical, down-with-The-Man sensibility. Ultimately, Sorkin seems less interested in the actual politics of any of his seven than in the way their flipped bird to the establishment facilitates his own taste for zingers, clever comebacks, and grandstanding. Parallels to the present aside, Trial Of The Chicago 7 is ultimately more timeless than timely in its flaws and conventions. Which is to say that some things sadly never go out of fashion, like perversions of justice and eleventh hour surprise witnesses in legal dramas.
-A.A. Dowd, The A.V. Club: C+
Language is Sorkin’s power, and it’s easy to see what drew him to this project: language is what gives the characters here their power as well. And while there are moments that sound like Sorkin is preaching to the choir, there’s a great emphasis on the words the characters use, and how those words either get them in trouble, or ultimately give them strength. From a movie-making perspective, The Trial of the Chicago 7 is sturdy but not particularly revelatory. But as a delivery system for great performers rattling off great dialogue, it’s almost unbeatable.
-Chris Evangelista, /FILM: 7.5/10
While character development is a bit of an issue with so many personalities rioting, arguing and bantering, it doesn’t impede the thought-provoking nature of “Chicago 7” or parallels that Sorkin draws between the ‘60s and now – and without a bunch of narrative gymnastics. The filmmaker crafts an entertaining, immersive and ultimately optimistic spectacle that never forgets, especially at its ending, that humanity should always trump the system.
-Brian Truitt, USA Today: 3.5/4
Unfortunately, the film has relatively little of that kind of punchiness. As a director, Sorkin hasn’t yet grasped how to meld personal drama and historical sweep into a cohesive whole. Although the strong cast helps the film through some of its weaker segments, Sorkin’s attempt to bring a Spielbergian fluidity to the flashbacks to convention riot chaos often fall flat. But while The Trial of the Chicago 7 ends on something of a movie-of-the-week note, given the timing of its release as a current Department of Justice gins up spurious charges against political enemies, it nevertheless carries a certain past-is-prologue immediacy.
-Chris Barsanti, Slant: 2.5/4
“The Trial of the Chicago 7” offers an absorbing account, in some ways alarming and in some ways reassuring, of an earlier moment of polarization and violent conflict. It isn’t just like now, but the analogies are enough to get you thinking about what happens in a democracy when state power confronts popular dissent. A loud, chaotic mess. A tragedy and a farce. And that’s if we’re lucky.
-A.O. Scott, The New York Times
PLOT
Based on the story of the Chicago Seven, a group of seven defendants charged by the federal government with conspiracy in 1969 and 1970, inciting to riot, and other charges related to anti-Vietnam War and countercultural protests that took place in Chicago, Illinois, on the occasion of the 1968 Democratic National Convention.
DIRECTOWRITER
Aaron Sorkin
MUSIC
Daniel Pemberton
CINEMATOGRAPHY
Phedon Papamichael
Release date:
September 25, 2020 (select theaters)
October 16, 2020 (Netflix)
STARRING
  • Yahya Abdul-Mateen II as Bobby Seale
  • Sacha Baron Cohen as Abbie Hoffman
  • Daniel Flaherty as John Froines
  • Joseph Gordon-Levitt as Richard Schultz
  • Michael Keaton as Ramsey Clark
  • Frank Langella as Judge Julius Hoffman
  • John Carroll Lynch as David Dellinger
  • Eddie Redmayne as Tom Hayden
  • Noah Robbins as Lee Weiner
  • Mark Rylance as William Kunstler
  • Alex Sharp as Rennie Davis
  • Jeremy Strong as Jerry Rubin
  • Kelvin Harrison Jr. as Fred Hampton
  • William Hurt as John N. Mitchell
  • Rory Cochrane as Homer
  • J. C. MacKenzie as Tom Foran
  • Ben Shenkman as Leonard Weinglass
  • Max Adler as Stan Wojohowski
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2020.09.25 03:34 millymichelle The Astrology of a Doomed Event: NASA's Challenger Disaster

Taking a break from public figures and focusing instead on the natal chart of an event. It's also a subtle shout out for electional Astrology, or the intentional planning of an event under the most favorable cosmic sky you can find, within limit. (Please note: I don't think Challenger could have been saved by favorable Astrology. If you know anything about the lead up to the disaster, it was human error after human error, miscommunications abound, etc.)
The fascinating thing about this event is that NASA launches are kept record of in a rigorous way, meaning that the chart of the Challenger disaster is derived from official record. So, we can look upon the chart with a tremendous amount of credibility. There is also an official record of the "birth time" of the Challenger vessel, so we can compare the natal chart of the ship to the chart of the event. Here are some tidbits of note.
First, the natal chart of the Challenger (whole signs):







Now, the chart of the Challenger launch/disaster (whole signs):









Thanks for reading if you did.
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2020.09.25 02:41 JustThrowMeOutLater Just some disappointed grumbles (ive been watching 'new' (not tos) trek)

The american BBC shows nothing but TNG and DS9 all day. And I've had it on as background noise while I work from home, so I've really caught up on these series' in the last uh.....jeez, six months really. But some part of my bitter little gay heart (yeah it's gay complaining, leave now if it's not your cup of tea pls) is also... disappointed?
It's not like the 'new' ones aren't progressive or anything, and I like them a lot! But if I talked about everything I liked, that'd be like (50) different threads. So this is just for me complaining... about, you guessed it; no gay characters ;-; A friend showed me the vid of renee and armin's cut quark/odo kiss, which made me look up why they couldn't do the kiss if both actors were down... and then I learned about all of Berman's bs, and man. It was depressing. The sheer opposite of the kirk/uhura kiss. Knowing that takei and roddenberry even discussed gay crewmates in the friggin sixties just makes it feel worse. It wasn't really possible then to get past the censors then no matter what they did, so I completely understand. But in 1999? They wouldn't even be the first, much less worried about being cancelled (and it was the end of the series anyway!)
(No, neither quark nor odo are at all hot, much less together- but something doesn't have to be fanservice for me to think it's a good idea! There's plenty of need in this world for more grouchy married gay men.)
I'm sure you've all seen this particular complaint before. I'm just feeling extra bitter, so I hope you don't mind it being posted anyway. A future utopia where humanity has more or less surpassed all it's societal woes and shortcomings, but where gays like me aren't present (ha! maybe eliminated as a piece of that ;-;) really does suck. The fact that I like the world and the series so much just adds to it. I guess I thought there'd be a little more than there was, even if I knew there were no main characters who got to be queer. I certainly didn't expect a world more homophobic than friggin "Friends" or "Roseanne" for christ's sake. Silly me, huh?
I honestly feel like things were primed to keep going as they were with the trailblazing TOS, but none of the new series delivered. Does anyone else feel the same way? Where's the firsts? Where's the creative acrobatics to get around censorship and put out a message? To put it plainly, the 60s' version of the show, from chekov's whack-you-over-the-head russian pride during the cold war, to the first interracial kiss on tv, still feels like the most progressive-spirited one to me...and it really, really shouldn't. (There is some REAL dated stuff in there.)
Spoiler part although I've never seen Discovery: is it any better? From what I understand, there was a gay couple that did indeed exist, but then they immediately killed one of them- and I'm not exactly interested in that sort of bs.
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2020.09.25 02:01 Mafnas22 (SELLING) Added a ton of codes for MA / Vudu / iTunes. Star Wars SAGA, Deadwood Series, Entourage Series, Game Of Thrones, plus collection sets! I have a $4 section and below list. New shipment of Disney codes added! Large list of 4Ks at bottom of list. See entire list.

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Deepwater Horizon - V
Expendables 2 - V
Fast And Furious 4 - i ?
Fast Five - Extended - V
Fast Five - Extended - i
Fast And Furious 6 - Extended - V
Fate Of The Furious - Theatrical P8 - V
Forgetting Sarah Marshall - i ?
Ghost In The Shell - 2017 - V
Girl On The Train - V
Heaven Is For Real - MA SD
Instant Family - V
Interview - MA SD
Jack Reacher 2 - Never Go Back - V
Magic Mike 1 - MA
Mummy - 2017 - tom cruise - V
Overlord - V
Paul - i ?
Perfect Guy - MA SD
Pet Sematary - 2019 - V
Playing With Fire - V
Red 2 - V
Resident Evil - Final Chapter - MA SD
Rocketman - V
Sausage Party - MA SD
Secret Life Of Pets 1 - V
Serenity - 2005 - V
Sherlock Gnomes - V
Sing - V
Split - V
SpongeBob Movie - Sponge Out Of Water - V
SpongeBob Movie - Sponge Out Of Water - i
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - 2014 - V
Ted 2 - Unrated? - i
Transformers 3 - Dark Of The Moon - V
Transformers 4 - Age Of Extinction - V
Transformers 5 - Last Knight - V
Twilight - Breaking Dawn 2 - V
Walk - 2015 - MA SD
Warcraft - MA
Wonder Park - V
XXX - Return Of Xander Cage - V
——————————————— Disney / Marvel / Pixar — ALL TITLES ARE HD. Link your MoviesAnywhere account to GooglePlay account and movies will migrate. DMI points may be available for MA. Feel free to try to redeem points.
101 Dalmations - MA $5
Adventures Of Ichabod And Mr Toad - GP $5
Aladdin - 2019 - MA $5
Aladdin - ANIMATED - GP $3
Aladdin - ANIMATED - MA $4
Aladdin 2 - GP $9
Aladdin 3 - GP $9
Ant-Man - GP $6
Ant-Man And The Wasp - GP $6
Avengers 1 - MA $6
Avengers - Age Of Ultron - MA $6
Avengers - Endgame - GP $3
Avengers - Endgame - MA $3
Avengers - Infinity War - GP $3
Avengers - Infinity War - MA $3
Bambi 2 - GP $6
Beauty And The Beast - 2017 - GP $4
Beauty And The Beast - 2017 - MA $4
Beauty And The Beast - ANIMATED - GP $5
Beauty And The Beast - ANIMATED - MA $5
Big Hero 6 - GP $4
Big Hero 6 - MA $4
Bolt - GP $9
Brave - GP $5
Call Of The Wild - GP $3
Call Of The Wild - MA $4
Captain America Civil War - GP $4
Captain America - Civil War - MA $5
Captain America Winter Soldier - GP $6
Captain Marvel - GP $3
Captain Marvel - MA $4
Cars 1 - GP $4
Cars 1 - MA $4
Cars 2 - GP $4
Cars 3 - GP $4
Cars 3 - MA $4
Cinderella - 2015 - GP $5
Cinderella 2 - MA $7
Cinderella 3 - MA $7
Coco - GP $6
Disney Nature - Born In China - GP $4
Doctor Strange - GP $3
Doctor Strange - MA $4
Dumbo - 2019 - GP $5
Finding Nemo- GP $4
Finding Nemo - MA $5
Finding Dory - GP $2
Finding Dory - MA $3
Frozen - GP $3
Frozen - MA $3
Frozen 2 - GP $6
Frozen 2 - MA $6
Good Dinosaur - GP $5
Guardians Of The Galaxy V1 - GP $5
Guardians Of The Galaxy V2 - GP $2
Hannah Montana - The Movie - iTunes $4 (Stays in iTunes)
**Hercules - ANIMATED** - GP $5
Hercules - ANIMATED - iTunes $7
Incredibles 2 - GP $4
Incredibles 2 - MA $4
Into The Woods - MA $5
Iron Man 3 - GP $4
Iron Man 3 - MA $4
Inside Out - GP $5
Jake And The Never Land Pirates - Peter Pan Returns! - iTunes $7 FULL MOVIE - Not available in iTunes, only the episode from the tv show is available. This is the full 2-hour movie. (Stays in iTunes)
Lady And The Tramp - GP $6
Lady And The Tramp - MA $7
Lilo And Stitch 1 - MA $10
Lilo And Stitch 2 - MA $10
Lilo And Stitch 2 - GP $9
Lion King - 2019 - GP $4
Lion King - ANIMATED - GP $5
Little Mermaid - MA $8
Little Mermaid 2 - Return To The Sea - GP $9
Little Mermaid 3 - Ariel’s Beginning - GP $9
Maleficent - GP $5
Mary Poppins Returns - GP $5
Moana - GP $4
Moana - MA $5
Monsters University - GP $6
Nutcracker And The Four Realms - GP $5
Peter Pan 1 - GP $6
Peter Pan 2 - GP $6
Pirates Of The Caribbean Dead Men Tell No Tales - GP $3
Planes - GP $5
Pocahontas 2 - MA $7
Princess And The Frog - GP $6
Princess And The Frog - MA $6
Queen Of Katwe - MA $6
Ralph Breaks The Internet - GP $4
Robin Hood - ANIMATED - GP $4
Santa Clause Trilogy - GP $15
Sleeping Beauty - GP $5
Sleeping Beauty - MA $6
Spies In Disguise - GP $5
Spies In Disguise - MA $5
Super Buddies - GP $5
Tarzan - ANIMATED - GP $9
Thor 1 - GP - $6
Thor Dark World - GP $6
Thor - Ragnarok - GP $3
Thor - Ragnarok - MA $4
Toy Story 1-4 - GP $20
Toy Story 1 - MA $6
Toy Story 3 - GP $5
Toy Story 3 - MA $6
Toy Story 4 - GP $5
Wrinkle In Time - GP $5
Zootopia - GP $4
————————————————- 4Ks — $3 EACH or MARKED PRICE
Addams Family - 2019 - i $8
Alvin And The Chipmunks - Road Chip - i $9
Amazing Spider-Man 1 and 2 - $19
Annihilation - i
A Quiet Place - i
Arrival - i $5
Battleship - i
Bumblebee - i $4
Crawl - i $5
Daddy’s Home 2 - i
Deadpool 1 - i $6
Deadpool 2 - Super Duper Cut - MA / V $9
Deepwater Horizon - i
Despicable Me 1 - i $5
Despicable Me 3 - i $5
Despicable Me 3 - V $5
Dora And The Lost City Of Gold - i $7
Dredd - i $6
Everest - i
Expendables 2 - i
Fantastic Four - 2015 - i $7
Fences - i $4
Ghostbusters - Answer The Call - Extended - MA $7
Ghost In The Shell - 2017 - i
G.I. Joe 2 - Retaliation - i $6
Girl On The Train - i
Gladiator - i $5
Hercules - 2014 - rock - i $5
Hidden Figures - i $7
Hunger Games 1 - i
Independence Day - Resurgence - i $6
Instant Family - i
Jack Reacher 2 - Never Go Back - i
John Wick 1 - i $5
Jumanji 1 - Welcome To The Jungle - MA $9
Justice League Dark - Apokolips War - MA $8
Kingsman 2 - Golden Circle - i $6
LEGO Movie - MA $6
Let’s Be Cops - i
Logan - i $5
Maze Runner 2 - Scorch Trials - i $6
Meg - MA $8
Mission Impossible 4 - Ghost Protocol - i $4
Mission Impossible 5 - Rogue Nation - i $4
Mission Impossible 6 - Fallout - i $4
Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children - i $7
Mountain Between Us - i $5
Mummy - 2017 - tom cruise - i $4
Night At The Museum 3 - Secret Of The Tomb - i $5
Overlord - i $5
Pacific Rim 1 - MA $9
Peanuts Movie - i $6
Pet Sematary - 1989 - i
Pet Sematary - 2019 - i
Pitch Perfect 1 - i $6
Pitch Perfect 2 - i $6
Playing With Fire - i $5
Rampage - MA $9
Ready Player One - MA $9
Red 2 - i $4
Revenant - i $7
Rise Of The Planet Of The Apes - i $6
Robin Hood - 2018 - i $7
Rocketman - i $5
Secret Life Of Pets 1 - i
Serenity - 2005 - i $4
Sherlock Gnomes - i
Sing - i
Sonic The Hedgehog - i $8
Spider-Man - Homecoming - MA $9
Split - i
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - 2014 - i
Terminator 5 - Dark Fate - i $5
Terminator 4 - Genisys - i $5
Terminator 2 - Judgement Day - MA $8
Transformers 3 - Dark Of The Moon - i $5
Transformers 4 - Age Of Extinction - i
Transformers 5 - Last Knight - i
Twilight - Breaking Dawn 2 - i
Ugly Dolls - i $7
Uncle Drew - i $6
Venom - MA $9
War For The Planet Of The Apes - i $5
Why Him? - i
Wonder Park - i
X-Men Apocalypse - i $6
X-Men Days Of Future Past - i $6
XXX - Return Of Xander Cage - i
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All purchases are TRACKED. If buyer decides to redeem a portion that wasn’t agreed on, then I will ask to submit payment. If you do not wish to pay then I will contact the mods for further assistance. Then you will be blocked.
Everything Disney related are split
For PayPal, send via Friends Family. Codes are not sent unless agreed price is fully sent. I am NOT responsible for fees from PayPal
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2020.09.25 01:42 CharCharPink [H] Lots of old Steam Codes [W] Paypal

Use to buy way too many humble bundles. These are the leftovers. Some of these codes are very old and I am not 100% sure that they will ALL work. (I've sent out a few already and so far they have always worked, but just a heads up) I use Paypal Goods and Services only, so full refunds will be issued if there are any problems.

These are all Steam USA only game codes.
Board Battlefield $1
Clicker bAdventure $1
Fortune-499 $2
LOVE $1
Old Man's Journey $4
Rampage Knights $6
Road Doom $2
Splasher $7
Squidlit $1
Throne of Lies The Online Game of Deceit $4
Tower 57 $6
Blade & Bones $5
Convoy $7
Future Proof $1
Grimm & Tonic $2
In memory of TITAN $7
Last Encounter $7
Lost Castle $4
LostWinds 2: Winter of the Melodias $4
Match Point $4
Race The Sun $4
Running with Rifles $7
Shiness: The Lightning Kingdom $4
Snake Pass $10
SPLASH BLAST PANIC $7
Super Steampunk Pinball 2D $1
Sure Footing $4
Temple of Xiala $1
The Greater Good $2
Tross $2
We Were Here Too $4
Darksiders II: Deathinitive Edition $15
Dead Rising 2 $10
Detention $6
Little Nightmares $10
HunieCam Studio $3
Hustle Cat $10
Sakura Dungeon $10
Sunrider: Liberation Day - Captain's Edition $12
Holy Potatoes! We're in Space?! $6
7 Days to Die $14
American Truck Simulator $10
Dead Island Definitive Edition $10
Deus Ex: Mankind Divided $15
Grand Theft Auto III $4
Grand Theft Auto: Vice City $4
Mafia III $15
Max Payne $4
Max Payne 2 $4
Mega Man Legacy Collection $7
METAL GEAR SOLID V: GROUND ZEROES $10
METAL GEAR SOLID V: THE PHANTOM PAIN $10
No Time To Explain Remastered $7
Overgrowth $15
Stick Fight: The Game $2
Worms W.M.D $15
METAL GEAR SOLID V: The Definitive Experience DLC $4
DreadOut $10
Pathologic Classic HD $6
Pony Island $2
White Noise 2 $4
Fault milestone one $7
Just Deserts $4
Purrfect Date - Visual Novel/Dating Simulator $4
Sunrider Academy $4
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2020.09.25 01:36 -Axle- [H] Hellblade / Vampyr / Space Beast TF ($8), Planetfall / Iconoclasts ($7), GRID / Call of Cthulhu / Fictorum / Catherine / Void Bastards ($5), Sniper Elite 3 ($4), Hello Neighbour / RAD / Wizard of Legend ($3), MO:Astray / Neoverse / Zombotron ($2) + MORE [W] PayPal (Prices Included)

All are Steam keys unless otherwise specified. Minimum transaction of $2 (so if you want something that's less than $2, select multiple games until you get to at least $2). Payments are via PayPal F&F or you must add fees to the price to offset the payment. My Paypal account is USA region and so are my games.
 
 
Happy to discuss bundle discounts.
 
 
Game Price (USD) Notes
A Case of Distrust $1.00
A Mortician's Tale $2.00
Aegis Defenders $1.00
AER Memories of Old $1.50
Age of Wonders III $1.00 key
Age of Wonders: Planetfall $7.00 Deluxe Edition
Alien Spidy $1.00
Almost There: The Platformer $1.00
American Fugitive $1.50
Ashes of the Singularity: Escalation $2.00
Automachef $2.00 may keep
Basingstoke $1.50
Battlestar Galactica Deadlock Season One $3.00 may keep
Beat Hazard 2 $1.50
Blackguards $1.00
Book of Demons $2.00
Broken Age (for OUYA) $0.50 NOT STEAM
Broken Age $1.00 STEAM
Broken Sword 5: The Serpent's Curse $2.00
Brothers - A Tale of Two Sons $2.00
Call of Cthulhu $5.00
Capitalism 2 $2.00
Catherine Classic $5.00
Chess Ultra $2.00
Coin Crypt $1.00
CryoFall $2.00
Dark Future: Blood Red States $1.00
Death's Gambit $2.00
Don't Escape: 4 Days to Survive $1.50
Driftland: The Magic Revival $3.00
DUCATI - 90th Anniversary $1.50
EARTHLOCK $2.00
Eterium $0.50
Evergarden $1.00
Evoland Legendary Edition $2.00
Fahrenheit: Indigo Prophecy Remastered $1.00
Felix the Reaper $2.00
Fictorum $5.00 key
Figment - Soundtrack $0.25
Forager $8.00
Forged Battalion $1.00
Fun with Ragdolls: The Game $3.00
Galactic Civilizations I: Ultimate Edition $1.00
Galactic Civilizations II: Ultimate Edition $1.00
Generation Zero $7.00
Genesis Alpha One Deluxe Edition $2.00
GET EVEN $2.00
GRID (2019) $5.00 Includes Season 1, 2, and 3 DLC
Headsnatchers $1.00 key only
Heave Ho $2.00
Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice $8.00 Includes Hellblade VR version
Hello Neighbor $3.00 both for $5
Hello Neighbor: Hide and Seek $3.00 both for $5
HIVESWAP: ACT 1 $1.00
Horace $2.00
Iconoclasts $7.00 key
Interplanetary: Enhanced Edition $1.00
Jurassic World Evolution: Deluxe Dinosaur Pack DLC $2.00
Lethal League Blaze $5.00
Magicka $1.50
Magix Music Maker $10.00 EDM edition, incl $10 in-app purchase voucher
Manual Samuel $1.50 key
Men of War: Assault Squad 2 $3.00 Includes DLC from War Chest Edition
Metal Unit $1.50
MO:Astray $2.00
MOLEK-SYNTEZ $2.00
Moon Hunters $2.00 key
NASCAR Heat 2 - October Jumbo Expansion $0.25
NEOVERSE $2.00
Niche - A Genetics Survival Game $2.00
Niffelheim $2.00
Night Call $2.00
Override: Mech City Brawl $2.00
PAC-MAN 256 $1.00
Paratopic $1.00
Party Hard $1.00
Puss! $1.00
RAD $3.00
Railway Empire $5.00
Rebuild 3: Gangs of Deadsville $2.00
Redout: Enhanced Edition $5.00 key
Regular Human Basketball $1.00
Remnants of Naezith $2.00
Rise of Industry $5.00
Serial Cleaner $1.00
Shoppe Keep 2 $2.00
Sigma Theory $1.50
Slipstream $2.00
Smashbox Arena $1.50 VR Game
Snake Pass $1.00
Sniper Elite 3 $4.00
Space Beast Terror Fright $8.00 key
Speed Brawl $2.00
Starfinder: Pact Worlds Campaign $2.00 Paizo Rulebook
Strange Brigade $7.00
Stygian: Reign of the Old Ones $2.00
Sundered $2.00
Supraland $3.00
Sword Legacy Omen $1.00
The Bard's Tale IV: Director's Cut $5.00 Includes Bard's Tale Trilogy
The Coma 2: Vicious Sisters $2.00
The Dwarves $1.00
The Hex $2.00
The King's Bird $2.00
The Occupation $4.00
The Office Quest $3.00 key
The Shapeshifting Detective $2.00
The Sims 3 Date Night (Origin) $0.50
The Spiral Scouts $1.00
The Stillness of the Wind $2.00
The Swords of Ditto: Mormo's Curse $2.00
The Warlock of Firetop Mountain $1.00
Through The Darkest of Times $1.00
Train Valley 2 $2.00
Truberbrook $2.00
Turok $2.00
Vampire: The Masquerade - Coteries of New York $3.00
Vampyr $8.00
Verlet Swing $1.50
Vikings - Wolves of Midgard $2.00
Void Bastards $5.00
Warhammer 40,000: Gladius - Relics of War $5.00
We Were Here Together $5.00
Wizard of Legend $3.00
World of Goo $1.00
Yooka-Laylee and the Impossible Lair $5.00
Zombotron $2.00
 
 
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Steamtrades rep Page:
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2020.09.25 01:36 -Axle- [H] Hellblade / Vampyr / Space Beast TF ($8), Planetfall / Iconoclasts ($7), GRID / Call of Cthulhu / Fictorum / Catherine / Void Bastards ($5), Sniper Elite 3 ($4), Hello Neighbour / RAD / Wizard of Legend ($3), MO:Astray / Neoverse / Zombotron ($2) + MORE [W] PayPal (Prices Included)

All are Steam keys unless otherwise specified. Minimum transaction of $2 (so if you want something that's less than $2, select multiple games until you get to at least $2). Payments are via PayPal F&F or you must add fees to the price to offset the payment. My Paypal account is USA region and so are my games.
 
 
Happy to discuss bundle discounts.
 
 
Game Price (USD) Notes
A Case of Distrust $1.00
A Mortician's Tale $2.00
Aegis Defenders $1.00
AER Memories of Old $1.50
Age of Wonders III $1.00 key
Age of Wonders: Planetfall $7.00 Deluxe Edition
Alien Spidy $1.00
Almost There: The Platformer $1.00
American Fugitive $1.50
Ashes of the Singularity: Escalation $2.00
Automachef $2.00 may keep
Basingstoke $1.50
Battlestar Galactica Deadlock Season One $3.00 may keep
Beat Hazard 2 $1.50
Blackguards $1.00
Book of Demons $2.00
Broken Age (for OUYA) $0.50 NOT STEAM
Broken Age $1.00 STEAM
Broken Sword 5: The Serpent's Curse $2.00
Brothers - A Tale of Two Sons $2.00
Call of Cthulhu $5.00
Capitalism 2 $2.00
Catherine Classic $5.00
Chess Ultra $2.00
Coin Crypt $1.00
CryoFall $2.00
Dark Future: Blood Red States $1.00
Death's Gambit $2.00
Don't Escape: 4 Days to Survive $1.50
Driftland: The Magic Revival $3.00
DUCATI - 90th Anniversary $1.50
EARTHLOCK $2.00
Eterium $0.50
Evergarden $1.00
Evoland Legendary Edition $2.00
Fahrenheit: Indigo Prophecy Remastered $1.00
Felix the Reaper $2.00
Fictorum $5.00 key
Figment - Soundtrack $0.25
Forager $8.00
Forged Battalion $1.00
Fun with Ragdolls: The Game $3.00
Galactic Civilizations I: Ultimate Edition $1.00
Galactic Civilizations II: Ultimate Edition $1.00
Generation Zero $7.00
Genesis Alpha One Deluxe Edition $2.00
GET EVEN $2.00
GRID (2019) $5.00 Includes Season 1, 2, and 3 DLC
Headsnatchers $1.00 key only
Heave Ho $2.00
Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice $8.00 Includes Hellblade VR version
Hello Neighbor $3.00 both for $5
Hello Neighbor: Hide and Seek $3.00 both for $5
HIVESWAP: ACT 1 $1.00
Horace $2.00
Iconoclasts $7.00 key
Interplanetary: Enhanced Edition $1.00
Jurassic World Evolution: Deluxe Dinosaur Pack DLC $2.00
Lethal League Blaze $5.00
Magicka $1.50
Magix Music Maker $10.00 EDM edition, incl $10 in-app purchase voucher
Manual Samuel $1.50 key
Men of War: Assault Squad 2 $3.00 Includes DLC from War Chest Edition
Metal Unit $1.50
MO:Astray $2.00
MOLEK-SYNTEZ $2.00
Moon Hunters $2.00 key
NASCAR Heat 2 - October Jumbo Expansion $0.25
NEOVERSE $2.00
Niche - A Genetics Survival Game $2.00
Niffelheim $2.00
Night Call $2.00
Override: Mech City Brawl $2.00
PAC-MAN 256 $1.00
Paratopic $1.00
Party Hard $1.00
Puss! $1.00
RAD $3.00
Railway Empire $5.00
Rebuild 3: Gangs of Deadsville $2.00
Redout: Enhanced Edition $5.00 key
Regular Human Basketball $1.00
Remnants of Naezith $2.00
Rise of Industry $5.00
Serial Cleaner $1.00
Shoppe Keep 2 $2.00
Sigma Theory $1.50
Slipstream $2.00
Smashbox Arena $1.50 VR Game
Snake Pass $1.00
Sniper Elite 3 $4.00
Space Beast Terror Fright $8.00 key
Speed Brawl $2.00
Starfinder: Pact Worlds Campaign $2.00 Paizo Rulebook
Strange Brigade $7.00
Stygian: Reign of the Old Ones $2.00
Sundered $2.00
Supraland $3.00
Sword Legacy Omen $1.00
The Bard's Tale IV: Director's Cut $5.00 Includes Bard's Tale Trilogy
The Coma 2: Vicious Sisters $2.00
The Dwarves $1.00
The Hex $2.00
The King's Bird $2.00
The Occupation $4.00
The Office Quest $3.00 key
The Shapeshifting Detective $2.00
The Sims 3 Date Night (Origin) $0.50
The Spiral Scouts $1.00
The Stillness of the Wind $2.00
The Swords of Ditto: Mormo's Curse $2.00
The Warlock of Firetop Mountain $1.00
Through The Darkest of Times $1.00
Train Valley 2 $2.00
Truberbrook $2.00
Turok $2.00
Vampire: The Masquerade - Coteries of New York $3.00
Vampyr $8.00
Verlet Swing $1.50
Vikings - Wolves of Midgard $2.00
Void Bastards $5.00
Warhammer 40,000: Gladius - Relics of War $5.00
We Were Here Together $5.00
Wizard of Legend $3.00
World of Goo $1.00
Yooka-Laylee and the Impossible Lair $5.00
Zombotron $2.00
 
 
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2020.09.25 01:36 -Axle- [H] Hellblade / Vampyr / Space Beast TF ($8), Planetfall / Iconoclasts ($7), GRID / Call of Cthulhu / Fictorum / Catherine / Void Bastards ($5), Sniper Elite 3 ($4), Hello Neighbour / RAD / Wizard of Legend ($3), MO:Astray / Neoverse / Zombotron ($2) + MORE [W] PayPal (Prices Included)

All are Steam keys unless otherwise specified. Minimum transaction of $2 (so if you want something that's less than $2, select multiple games until you get to at least $2). Payments are via PayPal F&F or you must add fees to the price to offset the payment. My Paypal account is USA region and so are my games.
 
 
Happy to discuss bundle discounts.
 
 
Game Price (USD) Notes
A Case of Distrust $1.00
A Mortician's Tale $2.00
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2020.09.25 01:33 SnooTigers8928 I'm (26M) thinking of breaking up with my perfect girlfriend (24F)

I'm hoping to get the Asian perspective on this since some of you may have had the experience of growing up with the expectation of 孝顺.
I've been dating Cassie for 2 years now. We met during our orientation in our 1L and have been together since. I've been struggling with thoughts of ending our relationship. She's my dream-girl in every way. She and I are aligned in our views, long-term goals, communication styles and plans for the future. We make each other laugh and have so much fun together. She's very considerate and will do things like do my laundry, cook for me and buy my textbooks. Without me asking, she even covered my rent for 1 month after a family emergency came up that required me to use up a lot of my savings on lawyer fees. I vented about the situation to her but I never asked her to pay it. She never asked me whether I wanted he to because we've spoken about how I'll never accept money from her. (More on why later). I only found out when I emailed my landlord to create a payment plan and explore other options and he said "It's already been paid. Check the portal." (Also, for what it's worth I paid her a few months later and took her to a nice restaurant as a thank you. I then kindly said, "Thanks, but please don't do it again. I had it handled"). (You'll see why I'm so apprehensive about accepting monetary help later). I'm saying this because I don't want to paint her in a bad light. By almost all accounts, she's a perfect girlfriend.
The problem is that her parents hate me. They've hated since she first told them about me about a year ago. She is Chinese-American, an only child, and from a wealthy family and I'm Mexican and from a poor family. Even though we're both going to be lawyers and even though I went to the best undergrad school on the West coast, they say that I'll never be able to provide for her and also that being dark and Mexican is ugly and that Mexicans are stupid. They also say that she is being selfish and disobeying them after all they've done for her and given up for her. I've been near the phone when these conversations have happened and she's always said (and I'm translating here—more on that later), "That's a horrible thing to say. Don't ever repeat it in front of me. People say the same things about us and the 'China Virus,' so how could you be racist?!" She reacted so forcefully every time they said racist things that they then switched to the fact that my family is poor, saying, "I just want her money."
(They paid for her to attend a very expensive private high school in the Bay Area and then an even more expensive private college). She really takes all this to heart and struggles with feelings of shame and guilt about disobeying her parents. I'm not gonna lie, it's hard for me to comfort her in these moments when I and everyone who looks like me is the one who's being disparaged. Nevertheless, I do my best.
She actually ended up lying and saying we broke up after a year because they kept calling me at all hours of the day demanding I break up with her and it was affecting my grades. (I couldn't hang up because I was hoping by talking to them, they'd realize that I wasn't so bad). Before that, I tried assuaging their fears about cultural dilution by learning Chinese with the undergrads on campus. I actually won the school-wide speech competition that allowed me to travel to Tsinghua to do a cultural exchange and I spoke in Chinese the entire time. Because they still hated me, she just kept up the ruse of our breakup, and we've been dating in secret ever since. Also, none of her extended family support our relationship and they think I only want her for a green card or money (Even though I was born here and she's the one who needed a green card. Lol).
She has a full tuition scholarship and a good amount of savings so she is not dependent on them in any way other than emotionally. But I wouldn't put it past them to drain her bank accounts if it came to that.
That being said, we're both living at home with our parents because COVID has made our curricula totally virtual. I wanted her to stay in the Bay, but her parents would have been very against it, so she acquiesced to their desires. (She also would likely have stayed with me, but they couldn't know that or they would have freaked out).
We've talked many times and she says she will not cut them off and that she is doing her best to find a way for them to accept me. (That being said, I don't want her to cut them off, but I can't really see them changing their minds). I've interned at a prestigious law firm in the Bay and they've verbally offered me a position after I pass the bar, which she told her parents—still nothing doing—they still said "We're glad you broke up with that Mexican. Find a Chinese guy or white guy to get married to". They will have nothing to do with me. So we've continued dating in secret.
I guess I don't see the point of continuing this ruse. I don't want to issue an ultimatum and say "them or me," but it sucks to not be able to be with your girlfriend of so long. I think it'd be best if we broke up, but it's hard because it's not like she cheated on me or disrespected me. She actually is protecting me because they threatened to call the police and say I beat her. I'm just struggling. I think we have to break up because she won't cut them out and still has this fantasy of them realizing that I'm not so bad, which I doubt will ever happen.
tl;dr Want some perspective before having the talk with my girlfriend because I don't see a future with her unless she cuts out her racist parents who hate me.
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2020.09.25 01:21 Jjustingraham War Bride (Part Three)

I’ve made a huge mistake.
Agent Smith’s warning keeps ringing in my ears. “I strongly recommend you don’t read any of it.”
“Don’t read any of it.”
“Don’t read it.”
But how could I do that? This was my sister – I had to know. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t know.
I started reading as soon as Adam left for his appointment with the therapist. He lied, saying that he was getting together with the guys for ball hockey and beers. I felt awful – for having driven him to make the appointment in the first place, and for being so fragile that he couldn’t share the truth with me. I kissed him and told him to have fun, then grabbed the briefcase from the basement and lugged it upstairs to the kitchen table where I’d set up my office.
There were three separate documents. A psychiatric evaluation of Lil performed when she was alive. A coroner’s report prepared when she wasn’t. The biggest document was her deposition, which she included a photocopy of her written statement for the DHS. Its been heavily censored – several paragraphs blacked out and some of the page numbers aren’t sequential.
I can barely recognize her handwriting. She always made fun of mine when we were younger. I had this sloppy script while hers was always so neat and perfect, like a "well behaved group of penguins" as Dad used to call it. Her handwriting now was so sloppy, so rushed, unpracticed. Manic.
I haven’t been able to finish it yet. Reading Lil’s own words has been an awful and emotionally exhausting roller coaster made all the more painful because I keep drawing parallels. Superimposing her experiences over my own life. When Mom and I went to Turkey. When Dad died. When I briefly got back together with Ben. When I met Adam. When we fell in love. When we got married. When I miscarried the first time. When we bought the house. When we tried IVF.
I’m also second guessing my decision to share everything here on Reddit. I still haven’t told Adam or Mom. I’ve tried reaching out to Agent Smith again, but haven’t heard anything. Did he block me? Is he ignoring my messages? I want to go downtown to their offices but I’m too scared.
Mom was right: the Lillian we knew and loved was dead. By the time she died, a stranger lived in her skin. Does sharing Lil’s trauma do justice to her memory? Do I want to destroy that memory by sharing of the person she’d become? I think this, was for me, the tipping point. The people who loved her deserve to know what happened to her. To know that she didn’t want to die.
I’m going to transcribe everything from the original documents. Here goes nothing.
***
*September 21st, 2019 –*Summary of Deposition Provided by Yasmin Al-Khirani, a.k.a. Lillian Hewitt Andersson
Completed by Agent Mason William Hoffman
Al-Khirani (hereafter known as YAK) surrendered to Syrian Democratic Forces (SDF) on 20 March 2019 during the siege of Baghuz Fawqani and was transferred to US Armed Forces on 24 March 2019 after it was determined that she was an American national. She was interned at the Derik detention center on 26 March 2019 where she was subsequently interviewed by DHS personnel. Agents Mackenzie Brinkerhoff (AMB) and Mason William Hoffman (AMWH) conducted YAK’s deposition from 23rd August to 18th September 2019. Her deposition, in full, is provided herein without edits or clarification.
At capture, YAK was determined by medical personnel to be approximately four weeks pregnant. She stated that the father of her child was Youssef Al-Khirani, an ISIS combatant. YAK was significantly malnourished and bore signs of traumatic physical and psychological abuse. YAK repeatedly insisted that she was approximately three months pregnant at capture. During her subsequent deposition, she reaffirmed this assertion (she believed herself to be 9-10 months pregnant). However, medical personnel confirmed that she was no more than 6-7 months pregnant. Psychiatric analysis showed that YAK was suffering from PTSD; however, she was determined to be lucid and mentally competent. Based on this, it was determined that YAK compulsively lied to DHS agents throughout her deposition.
At time of capture, YAK is believed to have murdered one American armed forces personnel – Sergeant Adrian Smith, US Army Ranger, and two SDF personnel – Army of Revolutionaries fighters Abdullah Abadi and Omer Farage. She admits to having met the soldiers but there is insufficient evidence to charge.
It is in the opinion of the DHS that YAK not be repatriated to the United States. It is recommended that her child not be afforded the protections of the US Constitution. It is recommended that she and her child be treated as enemy combatants.
\***
Interview #1 – 23 August 2019
AMB: This is Agent Brinkerhoff; I am joined by Agent Hoffman in the interview of Prisoner #35495. Please state your name for the record.
YAK: Uh, my name is Lillian Andersson. Lillian Hewitt Andersson. Please contact my family – they live in Minneapolis, please, they need to know I am safe. Can I speak to anyone? A lawyer?
AMB: Can you confirm the whereabouts of your husband?
YAK: He’s dead, thank God.
AMWH: We were told that you are requesting an abortion.
YAK: Yes, please, I, I can’t have this baby, please help me –
AMB: We will discuss that further at a later date. Please confirm that you are Yasmin Al-Khirani? That is the name on your Islamic State identification.
YAK: They made me change my name.
AMB: Do you have evidence that you are an American citizen?
YAK: No, they took all my identification before we entered Syria, you have to believe me.
AMWH: Missus Al-Khirani, based on the available evidence we cannot confirm your apparent American citizenship. In order to help you, we will need you to co-operate with us completely. If you are able to do that, we will contact your family in Minneapolis. What happens from here depends entirely on you. Do you understand?
YAK: Yes, I’ll do anything.
AMB: Alright. Are you educated, Missus Al-Khirani?
YAK: Please, my name is Lillian. Lillian Andersson.
AMWH: Again, we can’t confirm that…
YAK: Please, call me Lillian. Just pretend it’s a nickname. Its been so long, I just…Yasmin Al-Khirani is not who I am anymore. She’s dead to me. I want her to die here so I can go home.
AMWH: Alright.
AMB: Are you educated, Lillian?
YAK: Yes. I went to the University of Minnesota.
AMB: Alright; we are going to ask you to provide a written testimonial. It has to cover everything – from the moment that you crossed into Syria, to the moment you surrendered, okay? Don’t leave anything out. Pretend it’s like…a diary, okay?
YAK: Okay.
AMB: Based on your written testimonial, we will have at least one follow-up interview to confirm the facts you presented. Once we are satisfied, then we’ll determine what to do next, okay?
YAK: Okay.
AMB: The sooner you are able to complete your testimonial, the sooner we can help you.
YAK: Yes, please.
AMWH: We will provide you with writing material. You will be allowed to write under direct supervision for four hours a day until you are finished. Understood?
YAK: Yes sir, anything.
AMB: The preliminary interview has been concluded. Prisoner #35495 has agreed to complete a written testimonial for assessment by the Department of Homeland Security.
\***
Written Statement provided by YAK
My name is Lillian Hewitt Andersson. I am from Minneapolis, Minnesota. My father is Derek Lucas Andersson. My mother is Martha Ebba Andersson. My sister is Melanie Linnea Andersson. Dad sells cars and Mom works at an Insurance office. I don’t know what Melanie does now, but she wanted to be an artist, I think she was taking visual design courses at U of M.
I don’t know how old I am. I honestly don’t remember. According to the soldiers who rescued me, it’s 2019. That seems impossible – it feels like so long and yet, not that long at all. I think Youssef and I left home in 2012. It feels like forever ago.
You wanted me to start at the beginning, okay. Youssef and I met while working at a coffee shop in U of M during my senior year, I think that was 2011. He was so charming, so worldly, so funny, it felt unreal that he was interested in me. I fell for him hard. Like, thunderstruck, there’s no other way to describe it. He had this beautiful laugh that filled the room and this incredible kindness. He knew something about everything and loved to talk about anything. When he didn’t understand he listened. He brought me these little gifts constantly and was so attentive. He was unlike anyone else I’d ever met or dated, he just made me feel so full and loved.
He was an orphan; it was only him and his brother (I cannot remember his name) who had immigrated to Minneapolis for school and work. Youssef wasn’t a practicing Muslim, but that didn’t matter to my family – they didn’t approve and refused to even meet him. My Dad told me that if I chose to be with him then I wasn’t part of the family anymore. So, obviously, I chose Youssef. We decided that we were going to get married when he graduated a few months later, so we went to the courthouse and did it. I didn’t tell my family that we were going to elope, just a few of my friends (I barely remember their names too, it feels like a different person lived this life).
Youssef really struggled after graduating. We moved in with my sister Mel and her boyfriend, who I remember being a real jerk to us because of who Youssef was. That was the problem for him – everywhere he went he was persecuted, and he’d come home and vent to me about how he felt like an alien. Like people were poking and prodding him, trying to get him to blow up at them so it would fulfill a stereotype. He was able to get a job, and we moved out of Mel’s place. He told me something happened between him and Mel, I think they had an argument about the way Ben treated us. All I know is I came home from work and he had packed all of our stuff and told me we were leaving. I hardly talked to Mel, she refused to discuss it. She just wanted us out.
A few months later Youssef asked me if I’d be interested in moving to Turkey with him. He said he had family there. He said that I would have more opportunities there as an American than he would have Stateside as a Syrian. I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t want to lose him. I should’ve listened to my gut.
We sold everything we had – I think he and a friend, some guy I’d never met – sold some of the furniture from our apartment. His friend seemed like a weird guy – I don’t remember much about him, but I remember how he moved. Like he was running from place to place like a huge foot was about to crush him. He helped us get everything settled, and we left quickly. I didn’t have the time to say goodbye to my family, I don’t even think Youssef sad goodbye to his brother. I asked him why we were rushing, and he said something about his immigration status coming into question. I don’t remember the details anymore.
We flew into Ankara, and when we landed, he told me to tell immigration officials we were going to stay with his family in Adiyaman. He gave me an address and everything. When we left the airport, he said he’d already organized the bus to take us there. I remember being just, so terrified and so excited; it didn’t seem like I was moving here, it felt like we were going on an incredible holiday. A cool adventure. I was so fucking naïve. Just so fucking naïve.
I checked my Facebook at the airport while we were waiting for our bags, and saw all the missed messages from my family. I’d resolved to only tell them the bare minimum until we’d gotten settled, even though Youssef encouraged me to talk to them. So, I sent my sister a message, and logged off. I gave everything to Youssef, my phone, my ID, everything. He told me there were a lot of thieves on buses, and they were less likely to mess with him. I loved him, and I trusted him, and I just fell for everything he said.
The bus was this awful little thing, and it was crammed with people. There was something like forty people split between twenty seats. I’ll remember that ride for the rest of my life. It was so thick and hot and everything and everyone smelled like sweat and gasoline and I tried not to be impolite, but it was all I could do to not throw up. I was in my coffin and had no idea. I remember falling asleep on him.
At some point I woke up, and we were still going, and it was getting late, because everything had gotten dark. Youssef had woken me up because he was tying a hijab around my head. I freaked out because he knew I didn’t want to wear one, but he told me we were driving through some pretty isolated villages and the people were very conservative and would get angry if they saw my hair exposed. So, I wore it, because of course, he knows the country better than I do.
I only knew something was wrong when we arrived at the border. All these scary guys in black robes and turbans pulled us over, and I saw we were one of, I think, three buses. They all had guns, and were yelling at the drivers. I thought they were bandits and we were going to be robbed. I was terrified, and grabbed Youssef and asked him what was going on. And I saw, for the first time, this far away look in his eyes, like he was slipping into this religious trance, and I knew what had happened. I knew it immediately. I started screaming at him, hitting him, begging him to give me my passport back, and he just grabbed my wrists. Youssef was so strong, and he had these big hands that felt like a bear, and I could feel the bones in my wrists just grinding together. He told me to shut up. When I didn’t, he hit me. He’d never touched me like that before. I could see how everyone else was staring at him. Like he was a weakling for not being able to control his woman. He told me to shut up.
They boarded our bus and went from seat to seat collecting everyone’s things – our bags, identification, phones. They had started this awful bonfire and just threw our things into it after taking out everything that could be valuable. When they came for our things, I begged Youssef to make them stop, but they just pointed their guns at us and started barking in Arabic. I didn’t understand Arabic then, so I don’t remember what he said to them. But he was calm and it sounded like he gave them a name, and they calmed down. They looked at me with these disgusting smiles and just laughed, an ugly barking sound. They took my stuff and got off, and I just watched, helpless, as they threw my entire life onto the fire.
They all got into these small jeeps and turned on these big floodlights, and the buses started to follow them into the desert, leaving the fire behind. I begged Youssef to let me jump out and run back. I told him I wouldn’t tell anybody what had happened or what he’d done.
I still remember the way he looked at me when he said it. That was the moment that I died.
“You are my property now. I own you. Do what I say and when I say it. Otherwise, I’ll bury you in the desert. No one will ever find you.”
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2020.09.25 01:20 Jjustingraham War Bride (Part Three)

I’ve made a huge mistake.
Agent Smith’s warning keeps ringing in my ears. “I strongly recommend you don’t read any of it.”
“Don’t read any of it.”
“Don’t read it.”
But how could I do that? This was my sister – I had to know. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t know.
I started reading as soon as Adam left for his appointment with the therapist. He lied, saying that he was getting together with the guys for ball hockey and beers. I felt awful – for having driven him to make the appointment in the first place, and for being so fragile that he couldn’t share the truth with me. I kissed him and told him to have fun, then grabbed the briefcase from the basement and lugged it upstairs to the kitchen table where I’d set up my office.
There were three separate documents. A psychiatric evaluation of Lil performed when she was alive. A coroner’s report prepared when she wasn’t. The biggest document was her deposition, which she included a photocopy of her written statement for the DHS. Its been heavily censored – several paragraphs blacked out and some of the page numbers aren’t sequential.
I can barely recognize her handwriting. She always made fun of mine when we were younger. I had this sloppy script while hers was always so neat and perfect, like a "well behaved group of penguins" as Dad used to call it. Her handwriting now was so sloppy, so rushed, unpracticed. Manic.
I haven’t been able to finish it yet. Reading Lil’s own words has been an awful and emotionally exhausting roller coaster made all the more painful because I keep drawing parallels. Superimposing her experiences over my own life. When Mom and I went to Turkey. When Dad died. When I briefly got back together with Ben. When I met Adam. When we fell in love. When we got married. When I miscarried the first time. When we bought the house. When we tried IVF.
I’m also second guessing my decision to share everything here on Reddit. I still haven’t told Adam or Mom. I’ve tried reaching out to Agent Smith again, but haven’t heard anything. Did he block me? Is he ignoring my messages? I want to go downtown to their offices but I’m too scared.
Mom was right: the Lillian we knew and loved was dead. By the time she died, a stranger lived in her skin. Does sharing Lil’s trauma do justice to her memory? Do I want to destroy that memory by sharing of the person she’d become? I think this, was for me, the tipping point. The people who loved her deserve to know what happened to her. To know that she didn’t want to die.
I’m going to transcribe everything from the original documents. Here goes nothing.
***
*September 21st, 2019 –*Summary of Deposition Provided by Yasmin Al-Khirani, a.k.a. Lillian Hewitt Andersson
Completed by Agent Mason William Hoffman
Al-Khirani (hereafter known as YAK) surrendered to Syrian Democratic Forces (SDF) on 20 March 2019 during the siege of Baghuz Fawqani and was transferred to US Armed Forces on 24 March 2019 after it was determined that she was an American national. She was interned at the Derik detention center on 26 March 2019 where she was subsequently interviewed by DHS personnel. Agents Mackenzie Brinkerhoff (AMB) and Mason William Hoffman (AMWH) conducted YAK’s deposition from 23rd August to 18th September 2019. Her deposition, in full, is provided herein without edits or clarification.
At capture, YAK was determined by medical personnel to be approximately four weeks pregnant. She stated that the father of her child was Youssef Al-Khirani, an ISIS combatant. YAK was significantly malnourished and bore signs of traumatic physical and psychological abuse. YAK repeatedly insisted that she was approximately three months pregnant at capture. During her subsequent deposition, she reaffirmed this assertion (she believed herself to be 9-10 months pregnant). However, medical personnel confirmed that she was no more than 6-7 months pregnant. Psychiatric analysis showed that YAK was suffering from PTSD; however, she was determined to be lucid and mentally competent. Based on this, it was determined that YAK compulsively lied to DHS agents throughout her deposition.
At time of capture, YAK is believed to have murdered one American armed forces personnel – Sergeant Adrian Smith, US Army Ranger, and two SDF personnel – Army of Revolutionaries fighters Abdullah Abadi and Omer Farage. She admits to having met the soldiers but there is insufficient evidence to charge.
It is in the opinion of the DHS that YAK not be repatriated to the United States. It is recommended that her child not be afforded the protections of the US Constitution. It is recommended that she and her child be treated as enemy combatants.
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Interview #1 – 23 August 2019
AMB: This is Agent Brinkerhoff; I am joined by Agent Hoffman in the interview of Prisoner #35495. Please state your name for the record.
YAK: Uh, my name is Lillian Andersson. Lillian Hewitt Andersson. Please contact my family – they live in Minneapolis, please, they need to know I am safe. Can I speak to anyone? A lawyer?
AMB: Can you confirm the whereabouts of your husband?
YAK: He’s dead, thank God.
AMWH: We were told that you are requesting an abortion.
YAK: Yes, please, I, I can’t have this baby, please help me –
AMB: We will discuss that further at a later date. Please confirm that you are Yasmin Al-Khirani? That is the name on your Islamic State identification.
YAK: They made me change my name.
AMB: Do you have evidence that you are an American citizen?
YAK: No, they took all my identification before we entered Syria, you have to believe me.
AMWH: Missus Al-Khirani, based on the available evidence we cannot confirm your apparent American citizenship. In order to help you, we will need you to co-operate with us completely. If you are able to do that, we will contact your family in Minneapolis. What happens from here depends entirely on you. Do you understand?
YAK: Yes, I’ll do anything.
AMB: Alright. Are you educated, Missus Al-Khirani?
YAK: Please, my name is Lillian. Lillian Andersson.
AMWH: Again, we can’t confirm that…
YAK: Please, call me Lillian. Just pretend it’s a nickname. Its been so long, I just…Yasmin Al-Khirani is not who I am anymore. She’s dead to me. I want her to die here so I can go home.
AMWH: Alright.
AMB: Are you educated, Lillian?
YAK: Yes. I went to the University of Minnesota.
AMB: Alright; we are going to ask you to provide a written testimonial. It has to cover everything – from the moment that you crossed into Syria, to the moment you surrendered, okay? Don’t leave anything out. Pretend it’s like…a diary, okay?
YAK: Okay.
AMB: Based on your written testimonial, we will have at least one follow-up interview to confirm the facts you presented. Once we are satisfied, then we’ll determine what to do next, okay?
YAK: Okay.
AMB: The sooner you are able to complete your testimonial, the sooner we can help you.
YAK: Yes, please.
AMWH: We will provide you with writing material. You will be allowed to write under direct supervision for four hours a day until you are finished. Understood?
YAK: Yes sir, anything.
AMB: The preliminary interview has been concluded. Prisoner #35495 has agreed to complete a written testimonial for assessment by the Department of Homeland Security.
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Written Statement provided by YAK
My name is Lillian Hewitt Andersson. I am from Minneapolis, Minnesota. My father is Derek Lucas Andersson. My mother is Martha Ebba Andersson. My sister is Melanie Linnea Andersson. Dad sells cars and Mom works at an Insurance office. I don’t know what Melanie does now, but she wanted to be an artist, I think she was taking visual design courses at U of M.
I don’t know how old I am. I honestly don’t remember. According to the soldiers who rescued me, it’s 2019. That seems impossible – it feels like so long and yet, not that long at all. I think Youssef and I left home in 2012. It feels like forever ago.
You wanted me to start at the beginning, okay. Youssef and I met while working at a coffee shop in U of M during my senior year, I think that was 2011. He was so charming, so worldly, so funny, it felt unreal that he was interested in me. I fell for him hard. Like, thunderstruck, there’s no other way to describe it. He had this beautiful laugh that filled the room and this incredible kindness. He knew something about everything and loved to talk about anything. When he didn’t understand he listened. He brought me these little gifts constantly and was so attentive. He was unlike anyone else I’d ever met or dated, he just made me feel so full and loved.
He was an orphan; it was only him and his brother (I cannot remember his name) who had immigrated to Minneapolis for school and work. Youssef wasn’t a practicing Muslim, but that didn’t matter to my family – they didn’t approve and refused to even meet him. My Dad told me that if I chose to be with him then I wasn’t part of the family anymore. So, obviously, I chose Youssef. We decided that we were going to get married when he graduated a few months later, so we went to the courthouse and did it. I didn’t tell my family that we were going to elope, just a few of my friends (I barely remember their names too, it feels like a different person lived this life).
Youssef really struggled after graduating. We moved in with my sister Mel and her boyfriend, who I remember being a real jerk to us because of who Youssef was. That was the problem for him – everywhere he went he was persecuted, and he’d come home and vent to me about how he felt like an alien. Like people were poking and prodding him, trying to get him to blow up at them so it would fulfill a stereotype. He was able to get a job, and we moved out of Mel’s place. He told me something happened between him and Mel, I think they had an argument about the way Ben treated us. All I know is I came home from work and he had packed all of our stuff and told me we were leaving. I hardly talked to Mel, she refused to discuss it. She just wanted us out.
A few months later Youssef asked me if I’d be interested in moving to Turkey with him. He said he had family there. He said that I would have more opportunities there as an American than he would have Stateside as a Syrian. I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t want to lose him. I should’ve listened to my gut.
We sold everything we had – I think he and a friend, some guy I’d never met – sold some of the furniture from our apartment. His friend seemed like a weird guy – I don’t remember much about him, but I remember how he moved. Like he was running from place to place like a huge foot was about to crush him. He helped us get everything settled, and we left quickly. I didn’t have the time to say goodbye to my family, I don’t even think Youssef sad goodbye to his brother. I asked him why we were rushing, and he said something about his immigration status coming into question. I don’t remember the details anymore.
We flew into Ankara, and when we landed, he told me to tell immigration officials we were going to stay with his family in Adiyaman. He gave me an address and everything. When we left the airport, he said he’d already organized the bus to take us there. I remember being just, so terrified and so excited; it didn’t seem like I was moving here, it felt like we were going on an incredible holiday. A cool adventure. I was so fucking naïve. Just so fucking naïve.
I checked my Facebook at the airport while we were waiting for our bags, and saw all the missed messages from my family. I’d resolved to only tell them the bare minimum until we’d gotten settled, even though Youssef encouraged me to talk to them. So, I sent my sister a message, and logged off. I gave everything to Youssef, my phone, my ID, everything. He told me there were a lot of thieves on buses, and they were less likely to mess with him. I loved him, and I trusted him, and I just fell for everything he said.
The bus was this awful little thing, and it was crammed with people. There was something like forty people split between twenty seats. I’ll remember that ride for the rest of my life. It was so thick and hot and everything and everyone smelled like sweat and gasoline and I tried not to be impolite, but it was all I could do to not throw up. I was in my coffin and had no idea. I remember falling asleep on him.
At some point I woke up, and we were still going, and it was getting late, because everything had gotten dark. Youssef had woken me up because he was tying a hijab around my head. I freaked out because he knew I didn’t want to wear one, but he told me we were driving through some pretty isolated villages and the people were very conservative and would get angry if they saw my hair exposed. So, I wore it, because of course, he knows the country better than I do.
I only knew something was wrong when we arrived at the border. All these scary guys in black robes and turbans pulled us over, and I saw we were one of, I think, three buses. They all had guns, and were yelling at the drivers. I thought they were bandits and we were going to be robbed. I was terrified, and grabbed Youssef and asked him what was going on. And I saw, for the first time, this far away look in his eyes, like he was slipping into this religious trance, and I knew what had happened. I knew it immediately. I started screaming at him, hitting him, begging him to give me my passport back, and he just grabbed my wrists. Youssef was so strong, and he had these big hands that felt like a bear, and I could feel the bones in my wrists just grinding together. He told me to shut up. When I didn’t, he hit me. He’d never touched me like that before. I could see how everyone else was staring at him. Like he was a weakling for not being able to control his woman. He told me to shut up.
They boarded our bus and went from seat to seat collecting everyone’s things – our bags, identification, phones. They had started this awful bonfire and just threw our things into it after taking out everything that could be valuable. When they came for our things, I begged Youssef to make them stop, but they just pointed their guns at us and started barking in Arabic. I didn’t understand Arabic then, so I don’t remember what he said to them. But he was calm and it sounded like he gave them a name, and they calmed down. They looked at me with these disgusting smiles and just laughed, an ugly barking sound. They took my stuff and got off, and I just watched, helpless, as they threw my entire life onto the fire.
They all got into these small jeeps and turned on these big floodlights, and the buses started to follow them into the desert, leaving the fire behind. I begged Youssef to let me jump out and run back. I told him I wouldn’t tell anybody what had happened or what he’d done.
I still remember the way he looked at me when he said it. That was the moment that I died.
“You are my property now. I own you. Do what I say and when I say it. Otherwise, I’ll bury you in the desert. No one will ever find you.”
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2020.09.25 00:52 ThrowRA-Chicano I (26M) am thinking of breaking up with my (24F) perfect girlfriend.

I've been dating Cassie for 2 years now. We met during our orientation in our 1L and have been together since. I've been struggling with thoughts of ending our relationship. She's my dream-girl in every way. She and I are aligned in our views, long-term goals, communication styles and plans for the future. We make each other laugh and have so much fun together. She's very considerate and will do things like do my laundry, cook for me and buy my textbooks. Without me asking, she even covered my rent for 1 month after a family emergency came up that required me to use up a lot of my savings on lawyer fees. I vented about the situation to her but I never asked her to pay it. She never asked me whether I wanted her to because we've spoken about how I'll never accept money from her. (More on why later). I only found out when I emailed my landlord to create a payment plan and explore other options and he said "It's already been paid. Check the portal." (Also, for what it's worth I paid her back a few months later and took her to a nice restaurant as a thank you. I then kindly said, "Thanks, but please don't do it again. I had it handled"). (You'll see why I'm so apprehensive about accepting monetary help later). I'm saying this because I don't want to paint her in a bad light. By almost all accounts, she's a perfect girlfriend.
The problem is that her parents hate me. They've hated since she first told them about me about a year ago. She is Chinese-American, an only child, and from a wealthy family and I'm Mexican and from a poor family. Even though we're both going to be lawyers and even though I went to the best undergrad school on the West coast, they say that I'll never be able to provide for her and also that being dark and Mexican is ugly and that Mexicans are stupid. They also say that she is being selfish and disobeying them after all they've done for her and given up for her. I've been near the phone when these conversations have happened and she's always said (and I'm translating here—more on that later), "That's a horrible thing to say. Don't ever repeat it in front of me. People say the same things about us and the 'China Virus,' so how could you be racist?!" She reacted so forcefully every time they said racist things that they then switched to the fact that my family is poor, saying, "I just want her money."
(They paid for her to attend a very expensive private high school in the Bay Area and then an even more expensive private college). She really takes all this to heart and struggles with feelings of shame and guilt about disobeying her parents. I'm not gonna lie, it's hard for me to comfort her in these moments when I and everyone who looks like me is the one who's being disparaged. Nevertheless, I do my best.
She actually ended up lying and saying we broke up after a year because they kept calling me at all hours of the day demanding I break up with her and it was affecting my grades. (I couldn't hang up because I was hoping by talking to them, they'd realize that I wasn't so bad). Before that, I tried assuaging their fears about cultural dilution by learning Chinese with the undergrads on campus. I actually won the school-wide speech competition that allowed me to travel to Tsinghua to do a cultural exchange and I spoke in Chinese the entire time. Because they still hated me, she just kept up the ruse of our breakup, and we've been dating in secret ever since. Also, none of her extended family support our relationship and they think I only want her for a green card or money (Even though I was born here and she's the one who needed a green card. Lol).
She has a full tuition scholarship and a good amount of savings so she is not dependent on them in any way other than emotionally. But I wouldn't put it past them to drain her bank accounts if it came to that.
That being said, we're both living at home with our parents because COVID has made our curricula totally virtual. I wanted her to stay in the Bay, but her parents would have been very against it, so she acquiesced to their desires. (She also would likely have stayed with me, but they couldn't know that or they would have freaked out).
We've talked many times and she says she will not cut them off and that she is doing her best to find a way for them to accept me. (That being said, I don't want her to cut them off, but I can't really see them changing their minds). I've interned at a prestigious law firm in the Bay and they've verbally offered me a position after I pass the bar, which she told her parents—still nothing doing—they still said "We're glad you broke up with that Mexican. Find a Chinese guy or white guy to get married to". They will have nothing to do with me. So we've continued dating in secret.
I guess I don't see the point of continuing this ruse. I don't want to issue an ultimatum and say "them or me," but it sucks to not be able to be with your girlfriend of so long. I think it'd be best if we broke up, but it's hard because it's not like she cheated on me or disrespected me. She actually is protecting me because they threatened to call the police and say I beat her. I'm just struggling. I think we have to break up because she won't cut them out and still has this fantasy of them realizing that I'm not so bad, which I doubt will ever happen.
tl;dr Want some perspective before having the talk with my girlfriend because I don't see a future with her unless she cuts out her racist parents who hate me.
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2020.09.25 00:29 SnooTigers8928 I'm (26M) thinking of breaking up with my perfect girlfriend (24F)

I've been dating Cassie for 2 years now. We met during our orientation in our 1L and have been together since. I've been struggling with thoughts of ending our relationship. She's my dream-girl in every way. She and I are aligned in our views, long-term goals, communication styles and plans for the future. We make each other laugh and have so much fun together. She's very considerate and will do things like do my laundry, cook for me and buy my textbooks. Without me asking, she even covered my rent for 1 month after a family emergency came up that required me to use up a lot of my savings on lawyer fees. I vented about the situation to her but I never asked her to pay it. She never asked me whether I wanted her to because we've spoken about how I'll never accept money from her. (More on why later). I only found out when I emailed my landlord to create a payment plan and explore other options and he said "It's already been paid. Check the portal." (Also, for what it's worth I paid her back a few months later and took her to a nice restaurant as a thank you. I then kindly said, "Thanks, but please don't do it again. I had it handled"). (You'll see why I'm so apprehensive about accepting monetary help later). I'm saying this because I don't want to paint her in a bad light. By almost all accounts, she's a perfect girlfriend.
The problem is that her parents hate me. They've hated since she first told them about me about a year ago. She is Chinese-American, an only child, and from a wealthy family and I'm Mexican and from a poor family. Even though we're both going to be lawyers and even though I went to the best undergrad school on the West coast, they say that I'll never be able to provide for her and also that being dark and Mexican is ugly and that Mexicans are stupid. They also say that she is being selfish and disobeying them after all they've done for her and given up for her. I've been near the phone when these conversations have happened and she's always said (and I'm translating here—more on that later), "That's a horrible thing to say. Don't ever repeat it in front of me. People say the same things about us and the 'China Virus,' so how could you be racist?!" She reacted so forcefully every time they said racist things that they then switched to the fact that my family is poor, saying, "I just want her money."
(They paid for her to attend a very expensive private high school in the Bay Area and then an even more expensive private college). She really takes all this to heart and struggles with feelings of shame and guilt about disobeying her parents. I'm not gonna lie, it's hard for me to comfort her in these moments when I and everyone who looks like me is the one who's being disparaged. Nevertheless, I do my best.
She actually ended up lying and saying we broke up after a year because they kept calling me at all hours of the day demanding I break up with her and it was affecting my grades. (I couldn't hang up because I was hoping by talking to them, they'd realize that I wasn't so bad). Before that, I tried assuaging their fears about cultural dilution by learning Chinese with the undergrads on campus. I actually won the school-wide speech competition that allowed me to travel to Tsinghua to do a cultural exchange and I spoke in Chinese the entire time. Because they still hated me, she just kept up the ruse of our breakup, and we've been dating in secret ever since. Also, none of her extended family support our relationship and they think I only want her for a green card or money (Even though I was born here and she's the one who needed a green card. Lol).
She has a full tuition scholarship and a good amount of savings so she is not dependent on them in any way other than emotionally. But I wouldn't put it past them to drain her bank accounts if it came to that.
That being said, we're both living at home with our parents because COVID has made our curricula totally virtual. I wanted her to stay in the Bay, but her parents would have been very against it, so she acquiesced to their desires. (She also would likely have stayed with me, but they couldn't know that or they would have freaked out).
We've talked many times and she says she will not cut them off and that she is doing her best to find a way for them to accept me. (That being said, I don't want her to cut them off, but I can't really see them changing their minds). I've interned at a prestigious law firm in the Bay and they've verbally offered me a position after I pass the bar, which she told her parents—still nothing doing—they still said "We're glad you broke up with that Mexican. Find a Chinese guy or white guy to get married to". They will have nothing to do with me. So we've continued dating in secret.
I guess I don't see the point of continuing this ruse. I don't want to issue an ultimatum and say "them or me," but it sucks to not be able to be with your girlfriend of so long. I think it'd be best if we broke up, but it's hard because it's not like she cheated on me or disrespected me. She actually is protecting me because they threatened to call the police and say I beat her. I'm just struggling. I think we have to break up because she won't cut them out and still has this fantasy of them realizing that I'm not so bad, which I doubt will ever happen.
tl;dr Want some perspective before having the talk with my girlfriend because I don't see a future with her unless she cuts out her racist parents who hate me.
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2020.09.25 00:23 HeAtStRoKeDeAd Posting for a friend who needs some help with her a/c unit and Home Warranty Company

So im just gonna copy and paste what she sent to me and then add in some other stuff any advice would be great as she has a young daughter and we live in Vegas and its still triple digits here and its been a week with no a/c. Her home warranty is First American Home Warranty and the company they sent her first is Chilly Willys (stupid af right?) and they boast an impressive 1.5-2 stars on review sites. Its insane what shes going through and shes doing this all by her self so these ass hats see a young lady and think shes easy bait for shit like "oh we gotta replace your blinker fluid thats 500$ please" (that level of stupidity happened in the below part about some cleaning bull shit have any of you heard about that fee before?)... so ya any help is appreciated.. ty!
Ok so long story, my AC goes out they set me up with Chilly Willys. Chilly willys shows up and says yup your blower motor needs replaced. Well AC companies are as bad as mechanics when it comes to trying to rip off people. chilly willys told me they wont replace the part unless I pay 460 bucks out of my pocket and have the unit cleaned first. And let me tell you that the blower unit is only a blower motor and brackets. Zero reason for cleaning and I confirmed that with other AC companies. They were trying to scam me so I call home warranty and say hey switch my contractor they're trying to rip me off and wont do the work unless I bend over and pay their bullshit service fee. So they said they switch contractors and gave me the impression they're gonna fox my AC. Well second company comes and confirms the issue and said sorry we were just sent out as a second opinion. I call both new ac company and warranty and someone thought chilly Willys did repair that was bad on my house so I had to clear that up no they didnt fucking repair shit I am just refusing to pay their bullshit made up fee and j us t want a diff contractor so now they are sending the second company for the second time to confirm for the 3rd time that I need a blower motor. Still no date on when they will fix it. They made this a emergency situation in their system and I'm not at a week with no fucking AC in triple digits.
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