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Rogue Leveling Guide | Diablo 4 Beta

Looking for a fast and agile class that can dish out deadly attacks from the shadows? Look no further than the rogue in Diablo 4. As a master of ranged combat and stealthy maneuvers, the rogue is a versatile class that can adapt to a wide range of situations and playstyles. In this comprehensive leveling guide, we'll show you how to level up your rogue character efficiently, from choosing the best skills and abilities to acquiring the most effective gear and items. We'll also provide tips and strategies for farming experience and earning gold, as well as insights into the rogue's unique playstyle and strengths. Whether you're a seasoned Diablo player or new to the franchise, this guide will equip you with the knowledge and tools needed to take your rogue to the next level and dominate the demonic forces of Diablo 4. So if you're ready to unleash the full potential of the rogue, join us as we embark on a journey of adventure and danger! You can also access the Leveling guide of all classes in Diablo 4 from here.

Rogue Leveling Guide in Diablo 4 Beta

Rogue Leveling Guide

Rogues are agile, fast-paced characters with many tricks up their sleeve. They can both stay in melee combat, outsmarting their foes with every step, or snipe enemies from a distance in a methodical fashion. Rogues can alternate between ranged weapons (bows or crossbows) and melee weapons (specifically daggers or swords). Just like the Barbarian's Arsenal system, they can alternate between these weapon categories, therefore, there is no locking out of skill options by picking a specific weapon choice. A skill's stats will depend on the appropriate weapons' stats: i.e. ranged skills will be calculated using ranged weapons. Another pillar of the class is mobility, which can be used for assault, quick repositioning, or to retreat. Rogues combine aspects of the original Rogue, the Amazon, Assassin and Demon Hunter. Talent Specializations: The Rogue has three different specializations: Combo Points, Exploit Weakness, and Shadow Realm. Each one is tied to a world-Rogue group and requires accomplishing a Rogue-specific quest to unlock. These three groups include the remnants of the Sisterhood of the Sightless Eye, the mercenaries of Kehjistan, and the outlaw smugglers of Hawezar. Imbue System: The Imbue system can modify the damage type of multiple skills with either Cold, Poison, or Shadow damage, as well as add secondary effects depending on type. Rogues can lace their weapons with cursed oils, causing them to deal Shadow damage. Cursed enemies that die explode, inflicting a large amount of damage to nearby targets and can be an effective screen clear if a player can maintain the AoE momentum. Just like the Sorceress, they are also capable of applying Chill effects with Cold attacks that builds up to a full Freeze over time. This leveling guide focuses on high Vulnerable uptime, great AoE burst damage with Shadow Imbuement and extra Energy recovery that unlocks towards the end for smooth farming. You can play the exact same setup with both Flurry (melee) or Barrage (ranged) by simply switching the points between these two Core Skills. Choose one of these and only invest points into that one, not both at the same time! Getting Started (Levels 2-3, 2 Skill Points) To start off we have to put 2 points into Basic Skills to unlock the other sections. Forceful Arrow is our choice because it applies Vulnerable and helps out with extra damage when out of Energy with the Primary Forceful Arrow upgrade we get later. - Level 2: Forceful Arrow - Level 3: Enhanced Forceful Arrow Unlocking Your Core Skill (Levels 4-7, 4 Skill Points) Choose your playstyle: Barrage for range, Flurry for melee. Both skills function relatively similarly in the way that they hit enemies multiple times per use, which enables great synergy with Imbuements later on. They are simple to use but reward good positioning to improve your damage. Always position yourself so that you hit the most targets possible with each attack. - Level 4: Barrage OR Flurry - Level 5: Enhanced Barrage OR Flurry - Level 6: Improved Barrage OR Flurry - Level 7: Primary Forceful Arrow Adding Mobility & Damage (Levels 8-17, 10 Skill Points) At this point you unlock one of the Rogue’s signature skills: Dash. This Agility Skill has two charges and allows you to zip around the battlefield to either engage, escape or reposition yourself. While we’re at it, pick up Shadow Step, another mobility tool that we use as a filler until we unlock Ultimate Skills to speed things up a bit. This also allows teleportation across cliffs, which is very helpful in outdoor zones. At level 13, we unlock Subterfuge Skills and pick up Dark Shroud. This is another important skill used in most Rogue builds due to the massive amount of protection it provides. In addition, we use it to boost our Movement Speed with Subverting Dark Shroud. At level 15, we also unlock the Rogue Specialization. Finish this Priority Quest as soon as possible to get Combo Points. While we don’t care much about this effect, Forceful Arrow is still used regularly to boost your Core Skill’s damage. - Level 8: Dash - Level 9: Shadow Step - Levels 10-12: Barrage OR Flurry - Level 13: Dark Shroud - Level 14: Enhanced Dark Shroud - Level 15: Subverting Dark Shroud - Level 16: Barrage OR Flurry - Level 17: Exploit Introducing Shadow Imbuement (Levels 18-23, 6 Skill Points) Shadow Imbuement boosts Core Skills (Barrage or Flurry) by converting their damage to another type and adding extra effects. With it you can apply Vulnerable, recover Energy with Consuming Shadows and blow up packs of small enemies, all of which has fantastic synergy with our main skill. Use it as often as you can but avoid wasting charges on Dash or Shadow Step. We also switch the Rogue Specialization to Inner Sight at level 20, which regularly refills all Energy and allows infinite spamming of our skills for a duration. - Level 18: Shadow Imbuement - Level 19: Enhanced Shadow Imbuement - Level 20: Blended Shadow Imbuement - Level 20: Switch Combo Points to Inner Sight - Level 21: Shadow Crash - Levels 22-23: Consuming Shadows Getting the Shadow Clone (Levels 24-25, 2 Skill Points + Renown) At level 25, we unlock Ultimate Skills where we pick up Shadow Clone. While Shadow Step is great to have for mobility, the higher damage output especially against Bosses is great to have. Use the Shadow Clone freely whenever you engage a big pack of Elites or other notable targets. - Levels 24-25: Exploit - Level 25: Remove Shadow Step, add Shadow Clone - Renown 1-3: Innervation (3 extra Skill points can be unlocked in the Beta) Read the full article

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the-world-of-jo · 2 years

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I will not kill my boss, I will not kill my boss...

First, let me start off by saying there are no words to convey the amount of rage and shock I'm feeling right now over last week. We all know what I'm talking about, so I'm going to leave it at that, because people with more eloquent words than I have conveyed my thoughts better than I ever could.

So instead, I will explain why my rage is in danger of being transferred to my boss.

He lost the spare key after locking his keys in the main office and hasn't been able to get in there since Saturday. He can't take the hinges off the door because they're held on by a special screw/bolt (historic building) and the tool was taken to his Mom's house and is now missing.

My other boss has tested positive for Covid and sounds like his entire nasal cavity is full of snot and he's having issues breathing because of it (his O2 levels are good, he feels fine other than bad congestion). He's tried to communicate with 1st boss and Favored CoWorker yesterday, but nobody understands wtf he's talking about so when I came in I had to translate other-boss-speak to human-eese. Which was all for nothing because the stuff he wanted done I'd already mentioned on Friday and it was done by Saturday afternoon.

Boss is now seeing if he can somehow get into the office through one of the windows, which haven't been opened in about 10 years because someone painted them shut.

Boss' Brother (who is other-other Boss) is in Europe for a month, and he took the keys to the dump truck and one of the work rooms with him by accident. He had the only set of keys for both.

Shannon (other Shannon) has been trying to get cleaning supplies for about a month and nobody mentioned it to me until Friday. I told Boss he had a choice - either stop and get what we need or I'd set up a subscription from Amazon. He asked for a shopping list, took one look at it, cursed in his native tongue and went shopping. Today he asked me to set up a subscription from amazon for all the items. With coupons I was able to get everything for about $50 cheaper than he paid at Home Depot. He asked why I didn't tell him I could do that. twitch

A tenant on the 11th floor tried to install his own window unit AC. Not only did he knock the scree out of the window, but he also dropped the AC and somehow popped the sash out. They're all in the alley now.

And it's only 10:30.

#work life #wtf #dumpster fire #I love my job #I really do #cosmic joke #tuesday is my monday #receptionist #administrative assistant to a circus #Did I spell circus right?#who knows #not my circus not my clowns doesn't exactly work #I mean it does #but like

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plushieanimals · 2 years

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My little sister had this on her xmas list this year but it turns out me and my other sister each bought one so now she has two banana men

#Amazon’s Choice for cursed items #i can personally vouch for the listing it was surprisingly good quality???#banana man #banana man plush #plush #toycore #plushies #plushcore #plushblr #plushiecore #food #?#banana #cursed plush #cursed items #cursed item #idk what to tag

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hookingminor · 3 years

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I don't know if you are still taken request but can you do 7 and 22 with vince? Maybe he is jealous of a book charater

7. “You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.”

22. “Mine.”

using my fav book character ever garrett graham from the deal by elle kennedy that i read when i was like 17/18, so i guess u could call him my original hockey boy (college hockey romance for any of y’all interested its free on amazon)

Quarantine didn’t leave you with many options. You’d done almost every hobby possible when it came to things you could do at home. You’d crocheted, knitted, embroidered, hand stitched, painted, journaled, binged all your tv shows, and even tried yoga for a little while. The only thing left was reading.

It wasn’t that you were unsatisfied in the bedroom when it came to your boyfriend, but there was just something about fictional romance books that did it for you. Fictional boys were the cream of the crop, the absolute best of the best, and you could live out all your wildest fantasies in romance books.

As you rested on the couch, your legs in Vince’s lap, you were caught up in your newest read, The Deal. It was a fairly popular book as far as romances went, college-set and centering around hockey, and one of your closest friends had recommended it to you when you’d told her about your latest hobby.

You were skeptical at first, finding it a little strange to be reading a hockey romance book when your boyfriend was a hockey player and very much real, but you gave in. And it was good. Like, really fucking good. So good you began harboring a crush on the main character, Garrett Graham.

“What are you doing over there? You’ve been hyperfocused on that phone for hours now,” Vince asked from across the couch, squeezing your leg to catch your attention.

“Huh? Oh nothing, just this book I started,” you explained with a blush.

“Then why are you fidgeting?” He insisted, a smirk on his face as he shuffled to where you sat and tried to steal a glance at your phone, which you eagerly pressed to your chest to hide.

Vince furrowed his brows in confusion at your sudden shyness, even more curious about what you were reading since you were being so secretive about it.

“What is it?” He questioned, pulling back to look at your face.

“Just a book,” you said a little too defensively. Vince frowned.

When you wouldn’t give him any more information, Vince resorted to his dirtiest trick: tickling. His fingers poked at your ribs, causing you to squirm, and Vince took the opportunity to snatch your phone out of your hand.

“Give it back,” you squealed, trying your best to get your phone back, but Vince easily subdued your body by holding your wrists in one of his hands.

“You want me to give you your phone back? Make me,” Vince said, knowing there was nothing you could do to overpower him.

Ignoring your protests, Vince entered your password and revealed the Kindle book you had pulled up.

“So it’s smut?” He teased with a grin, reading over a few lines before turning to wiggle his eyebrows at you. Scrolling back further, Vince read the synopsis at the beginning, and then he frowned again.

“So you’re reading smut about another hockey player?” Vince scoffed, tossing your phone back at you before moving back to the other end of the couch.

“He’s fictional,” you replied, and Vince rolled his eyes. As if that made it any better.

“Well don’t let me stop you,” he said callously, shoving your legs that were previously in his lap to the floor.

“Vince,” you whined, pouting at his sudden coldness as you scooched to where he was. He brushed off your advances, shrugging at you when you tried to touch him.

“Stop being like this,” you tried again, but your boyfriend continued to pout, “He’s literally fake, okay? My friend told me to read it.”

“Sorry if I’m a little upset that my girlfriend is reading a smut book about a hockey player when her actual boyfriend is one,” Vince snapped, “The least you could’ve done is read one about, like, cowboys or something.”

He was more offended and hurt than anything else, and you could see that in his eyes when he spoke that last sentence. Your own lips turned into a frown as you climbed onto his lap, not giving him much choice in the matter, and settling your arms around his shoulders.

Vince avoided your gaze, but you cupped his jaw and turned his face towards yours.

“It’s nothing, really,” you explained with a sigh, your eyes as soft as your words, “As far as I’m concerned, Garrett Graham doesn’t hold a candle to Vince Dunn.”

“Here, let me show you.”

Lifting yourself off of his lap, you lower yourself to your knees and onto the floor in front of him and tug at his shorts. Grasping your hand around him, you work him in slow strokes to full hardness, and Vince’s thighs tense underneath you.

Leaning forward, you lick his cock from base to tip, maintaining eye contact with Vince as he groans above you. As if something shifted inside of him, Vince’s hand came to grip at the strands of your hair and tugged harshly.

“Hands behind your back,” he demanded with a grunt, and you obeyed instantly.

As your hands connected behind you, Vince took control of the pace and pushed you further on his cock until he hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” Vince cursed, his eyes darkening, “Your mouth was made for me. Mine.”

Spit drooled out of your mouth around his cock as Vince continued to fuck your mouth. He brushed the back of your throat with each movement, the strong hand on your head causing your eyes to tear up. Vince held your head still for a moment before coming down your throat.

He eased you off of his cock, and you swallowed the rest of his cum. Wiping the spilled tears on your cheeks, Vince pulled you up to his face where he crashed his lips to yours in a punishing kiss.

“Believe me now?” You asked, pulling back to catch your breath, and Vince smirked.

“I think I need a little more convincing.”

#vince dunn #vince dunn imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagine #my writing #requests #blurbs #blues29

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nebulawritings · 4 years

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A MISTAKE AND A CHOICE PART 4

Part four. Final part? I guess? Anymore think it would be a full blown fic. I need to stop my head running amok and write some fluff instead. Angsty ending ahead, you have been warned. Enjoy

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Four (and a bit)

Book: Open Heart, Book 2 [Choices Stories You Play]

Pairing: M!DrValentinexEthan M!DrValentinexBryce

Reading Time: ~ 5 minutes

Warning: None. Angst? So angsty. ____________________________________________________

The first week was hard, but manageable. Ethan threw himself into work, taking extra shifts when he could get them and staying at the office to work on the diagnostic teams cases. The other staff members put this down to him trying to make up for the length of time he had been away, but the real reason was much closer to home. Because, when he ran out of things to do, his mind wandered to Casey and his last words. “What I really want”. The senior Doctor had repeated that phrase over and over, almost as if it were a mantra. He realised, not too soon after saying goodbye to Dr Valentine, that the time he had spent in in the Amazon had not been remotely helpful in guiding him to what he really, truly, wanted. He’d spent far too much time trying to hide from his feelings, not entertain the thought of embracing them.

Often, when he allowed himself a walk to the local coffee shop, he would attempt to imagine his life with, and without, Casey Valentine. The ironic thing was, that every time he went to the coffee shop, he would be reminded of the other Doctor, their times together and conversations. His walks started to take him a different route, and he began to frequent standing in front of a small, inconspicuous jewellery shop. They had very pretty rings and necklaces, and elegant headpieces and bracelets. He would stare at them, not really taking in the sight, as he thought about what it would be like to live with Casey as his partner. Embrace his feelings. To show him off, take him to fancy dinners and introduce him to his father, formally, all the things a good partner would do. He made his mind up quickly, within 48 hours, so he was relatively calm as the week rolled to an end, although he subconsciously checked his phone one too many times. But the following Monday morning came, and no contact from Casey followed. One weeks silence rolled into two, and two soon turned into four. He, of course, questioned Naveen almost endlessly about where Casey was, but he would be told that Mass Kenmore still needed him, and to be patient, and they hadn’t agreed an end date. So Ethan waited. Every day that ticked by, he would walk by the jewellery shop. Week three he went inside. Week five, and he left with a box. It was inconspicuous enough, but he hid it in his pocket none the less, until he was back at his office. He opened it, slowly, and regarded the simple platinum watch inside. It was handsome yet refined, and Ethan had chosen it specifically for the practicality. After all, he couldn’t have a flashy watch around the hospital. He then pulled up his sleeve, and looked upon the watch already sitting on his wrist. In fact, it had been there since he’d received it at his graduation; a gift from his father. The watch had belonged to his father, and his father before him and before him, who was gifted it by some sort of British royal family member for bravery or some such as Ethan understood it. It wasn’t shiny and new, although it was beautiful and intricate. You wouldn’t know looking at it, but the single item was more valuable to Ethan than anything else could be, from a sentimental point of view. For a man who was not overly enamoured with the idea of sentimentality and material items, it really was priceless. It represented courage, and reminded him of how proud he was when he graduated. How happy he was to see his father smile. It represented history casting back decades, his family, and it was timeless. Unending. He supposed it could be referred to as an heirloom. The watched slipped from his wrist, and he placed it in the box, now labelled with a simple red card. ‘To Casey’ it read, ‘My Choice’. He’d told the other Doctor once of how much the watch meant to him and the history of it, after the young diagnostician had enquired as he enquired of all things that piqued his interest. Ethan hoped that, by giving over the item most valuable to him, that his feelings would be understood not just through words, but by actions. How Ethan intended to commit to Casey, and him only. Of course, he still hadn’t heard Casey’s answer…He could only pray. As if on cue, after five and a half weeks, his phone suddenly lit up with a notification. Ethan practically leapt for his phone when he saw the name. Sorry it’s taken so long. He smiled at the simplicity. I have been unbelievably crazy at Mass Kenmore, and I promised myself I wouldn’t rush my decision but… I hate to admit how difficult it’s been not being able to vent to you. Ethan relaxed in his chair, reading the words as if they were gospel. Oh, and…please don’t respond to these messages. Ethan deleted the small amount of text he’d already written. But, I’ve made my choice. I suppose it’s good, in a way, it’s taken so long. It’s given you plenty of time to decide. I hope? “You have no idea” Ethan replied softly, wishing he could tell Casey everything there and then. Anyway, I’ll give you my answer at the following address. I’ve checked your diary online and can see you’re free, so don’t even try and chicken out okay? If you’re there at 7pm, this Friday, you’ll find out my answer. If you’re not there…I’ll know yours. See you? He waited, but no more text came. It was Wednesday, so he had two days. “I’ll be there, Casey” he said, firmly, clutching the box with his watch in. “Christ, nothing could stop me”.

Thursday and Friday seemed to drag on longer than the previous five weeks. Every minute was agonisingly slow, and at night sleep didn’t come to him easily at all. It was 6pm on Friday, at last, and he was finished for the day. Ethan made a straight beeline for his office, and quickly changed out of his work clothes into something, he hoped, would be pleasing to the eye. He was never one for fashion, but he had sought the guidance of a helpful shop clerk, and bought a new dark blue shirt that was slim-fitted, and a pair of black jeans which, in his opinion, were far too tight. The clerk said he looked ‘hot as hell’, so Ethan had purchased them. He was questioning it a little as he fastened a pair of cufflinks on to match the new watch he’d purchased himself and laced his shoes. 18:22. The motel address Casey had given him was 31 minutes away, on the outskirts of town. Traffic would be quiet going out of town on a Friday night, so if he took the back roads and picked up the main road at junction 7…His train of thought was cut off by a sharp rapping on his door. He cursed under his breath. Ethan had been very thorough and straight that, tonight, he was not to be disturbed. That he had an important meeting, and he was unavailable to anyone from 6pm. So, whomever was at his door now was about to get ‘unavailable’ seriously explained to them. Grumbling, and one arm in his coat, he opened the door; already poised to unleash. “Dr Emery!” he exclaimed, quickly stepping back from the woman outside his office.

“Dr…Ramsey…”.

Her voice was strained and her eyes red, as if she’d been crying heavily. “How, um, sorry”. He composed himself and opened the door a little wider. “How can I help?”. He still had time…Just.

She looked awkward, like being with him was the last thing she wanted. “I need to talk to you. Urgently”.

“Sorry, Harper, but-“

“I know, I know, you’ve got some top secret meeting to attend. Don’t think I came here lightly, I know how many extra hours you’ve given recently but this can’t wait, Ethan”.

Her tone was so severe that he automatically stepped aside. She let herself into his office, and he closed the door behind them.

“So, how can I help?”. His eyes darted to the clock on the far wall. 18:27.

Harper turned towards him, fresh tears brimming in her eyes. “You have to believe that I didn’t think…I mean I didn’t know-I didn’t mean for it, Ethan!”. Her tone was almost desperate.

The senior doctor furrowed his eyebrows, concern evident. This was entirely unlike the stoic Harper he knew, so it must be something serious. “What’s happened, Harper?”.

The other doctor didn’t say anything, just reached one shaky hand into her purse and pulled out a small item.

Ethan’s eyes widened and his words caught in his throat, sickness rushing to his stomach. There was no need to be a Doctor to recognise what was in her hand. Hell, as long as you could read instructions you’d know. “You can’t be serious” he whispered, a torrent of emotions swamping him at the sight of the two small, red lines.

“You think I’d joke about this!?” she snapped, tears streaming freely. “Please, Ethan, I need…We need to talk about this”.

Anything that he had felt, or known, or decided up until that moment suddenly seemed pointless. Like there was never going to be an option, or a point, to everything he’d prepared up for this day. For Casey. His arm dropped, coat slipping off of his arm to the floor with a clatter, the sound of the box meant for Casey hitting the floor. On auto-piolet, he gestured to the couch in his office and Harper moved towards it, as Ethan slowly closed the door to the room, shutting out the world…And his world. He knew that if Casey had chosen him, that his mind was made up. One thing the older doctor admired about the younger was his tenacity, and his unwillingness to shift on any decision he’d made. But if Ethan didn’t show…What would that do to Casey? But if Harper really was...If he was going to be...He couldn’t leave her. He couldn’t abandon her. It took two of them to tango after all and there was no was he would turn into his mother. Click. The door locked, and Ethan stepped towards Dr Emery.

Casey had been at the motel for a few hours, anxious. He’d made sure to leave plenty of time to get ready, to leave Mass Kenmore and sort out the few patients he’d picked up responsibility for. It had been a rough, long few weeks but the day was finally here and he wasn’t going to let anything, or anyone, spoil it. 7pm rolled around, and his eyes were fixated on the motel door. He sat at the end of the bed, in plain sight of the clock on the wall by the door. Candles were dotted around the whole place, and he’d made an effort to look as good as he could. Showered, freshly laundered clothes, new cologne. He was wearing an oversized jumper that he knew Ethan liked and jeans. Simple, but Casey was hoping they wouldn’t be too focused on clothes…If he turned up. “He’ll be here” the doctor repeated for the hundredth time. 7:15 came and went, and Casey looked out the window. Again. “It’s fine…The traffics bad. That’s all”. He checked his phone just in case. 8pm. He checked his phones history. Checked the address he’d sent earlier in the week. 9pm. The candles started to snuff out, one by one. 11pm. Casey was laying on the motel bed, feeling…He could only describe it as numb. His eyes hurt, and had long since run out of tears. Casey Valentine has chosen Ethan Ramsey, and Ethan Ramsey had chosen someone else. A thousand scenarios had run through his head to try and explain why Ethan didn’t show but none of them made sense. Not this late. Not with no text, no call. His hands were shaking as he lay in the now dark room, the few candles still burning not enough to light the room. Without thinking, he grabbed his phone and dialled a number that had become foreign in the last few weeks.

“Casey! Man it’s been a long time! How’s Mass Kenmore treating you!”.

“…”.

“…Case? You there, dude?”.

“Bryce…”.

The others tone changed entirely as he heard Casey’s voice. “Hey, I’m here…What’s going on? You sound like you’ve been screaming for hours”.

“I…I need you. Sorry, no I don’t I just…What’s that noise?”

“Oh, I’m out with some college buddies. Doesn’t matter. Where are you, Casey?”.

“Oh, no, Bryce go and enjoy yourself. I’m sorry I called”.

“Hey! Don’t you dare go, Casey”.

“Why?”

“Because I want to know where you are”.

“Why? It doesn’t matter, you’re busy”.

“Tough. It does matter”.

“Why?”.

“Because you matter, Casey. You sound like hell”.

The diagnostician laughed, fresh tears welling in his eyes. “I feel like hell”.

“Where are you?”.

Casey told Bryce the address, and after a quick ‘I’ll be there as soon as I can’ they hung up. The sound of someone else’s voice managed to pull Casey out of his stupor, and he started wrapping things up at the motel. He gathered the candles, and left an envelope on the side with cash along with the key. He called the reception, told them his plans had changed and the room would be empty for the night. He picked up his other bits, pushed them all into a bag just as he heard a car pulling up outside. This late, it was pretty safe to assume it was Bryce…If it wasn’t Ethan. “It’s not him you idiot” the young doctor muttered bitterly. As he gathered his things and left the room, looking around at the cold, empty space, he realised that as soon as that door closed he would be shutting it forever. As in, Ethan Ramsey…Forever. “Goodbye, Doctor” he whispered, before the door clicked shut, and he met Bryce halfway to the car. The surgeon was out of breath and panicked. “Take me home” Casey practically begged , as he felt warm arms wrap around him, soothing and safe.He buried his his into Bryce’s chest, squeezed his eyes shut.

“Whatever you need” came a gentle reply. No questions, no explanation required as to why the hell Casey was crying in a motel in the early hours of the morning. Just comfort. “I’m here, Case. I’ll always be here for you”.

#bryce lahela #mc x ethan #mc x bryce #choices oph #open heart #oph #casey valentine #ethan ramsey #fanfiction #choices fanfiction #choices #choices stories you play

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spoopycreepyhorrorcreepypasta · 3 years

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Stay Safe

I’m on the sixth floor of my apartment complex. It’s a small studio, and almost fully furnished. The only items I moved in were my twin-sized bed, various personal belongings, and kitchenware. Included in the apartment is a desk that folds out on the right side of the wall, a dresser, and coffee table.

Pat, my realtor, smiled at me with wide eyes when she showed me the apartment. “What do you think?” she asked, hands clutching her clipboard. “It’s fine, I guess,” I said. I had never lived on my own before. I was about to start college at DePaul. Chicago is a big city, and I didn’t know anyone yet.

“Great!” she exclaimed. “I’ll send you the final paperwork via email as soon as I get home, Becca.” She ushered me out into the hallway, taking a nervous glance behind her as we made our way to the elevator.

The only way that I can explain it is that her vibes were off. But, the apartment was actually below my price-range, and in a decent neighborhood (or so I was told by Reddit), so I couldn’t say no.

That first night, I barely slept. I was startled every time I heard the rushing of trains a few blocks away. Dogs were barking, car horns honking. This was so different from the small, quiet town I grew up in back in Indiana.

I didn’t have to start school until the next month, so I had loads of time to unpack and adjust to my new life in the big city. To help with motivation, I put on pop music and sung along as I unfolded all of my clothes and put them away into my new dresser, put away my kitchenware, and set up my desk space with my new office chair, which I had just ordered from Amazon.

The fold-out desk looked old. I wasn’t sure when the apartment complex was built, but it must have been decades ago. It was a little squeaky, so I dug out the WD40 my uncle had slipped into one of my boxes began dripping the liquid on the rusted metal parts of the desk.

I saw scratches on the underbelly of the wood. This was odd to me as the desk folded down to about thigh-height, so it’s not like anyone could have been underneath, clawing away. Perhaps someone had been working at this desk with some sort of severe anxiety and had dug their nails into the wood. I looked closer. The scratches were tinged with dark red stains. Chills ran through my body. I immediately whipped out my Magic Eraser and began scrubbing.

The stains were not rubbing out. I clenched my fists and scrubbed harder, to no avail. The scratch makes made my skin crawl, and I was really uncomfortable at the possibly that there would be stained blood right underneath me while doing schoolwork.

The days were long. I did begin to feel more comfortable as all of my items from home were coming together nicely in my new space.

The nights were longer. The trains still irked me, the dogs barking was unnerving. The third night, things got worse.

The scratching began.

As I was drifting off to sleep, I heard a “skritch” on the other side of the wall, opposite the desk. I thought nothing of it. The scratching continued, small noises, intermittently, with no distinct pattern. I tried to ignore them as best I could. I assumed it was a neighbor painting their wall, or maybe it was furniture of theirs scraping for some reason. Maybe they had a desk like me, which wasn’t sturdy, and they were working overnight.

The next morning, I made myself breakfast on my tiny kitchen stove. My eyes were drawn the to the desk, and my wall behind it.

“I’m going to take out the trash,” I thought to myself, “and explore my new building.”

The trash bag wasn’t heavy, as I didn’t have much to dispose of yet, but this was a good excuse to meander about. As I exited the apartment and turned to lock the door, I realized that there was no apartment on the left hand side of me, as my apartment was snuggled into the corner. The left side of the wall was where the scratches were coming from.

I ran to the garbage bin outside, tossed the bag, and headed back inside the building. As I approached my door, I questioned myself as to why I was so antsy to go back in.

"You're being stupid," I told myself. "There must be something in the walls. Maybe I can track down a neighbor and ask them if they've had similar experiences."

I did run into a neighbor that weekend, in the lobby.

I mustered up my courage to approach the strange man. "Hi," I said. "I'm Becca. I'm in apartment 608. Do you mind if I ask you a weird question?"

He was handsome, and his brow gleamed with sweat. His name was Greg, he said, and he was actually moving out. He set down the box he was carrying and brushed off his shirt. I could see the U-Haul parked out front of the complex.

"Oh," I said. "Congrats on the move?" You never know if someone is moving because they found a better opportunity, or worse, if they are breaking up with a partner.

"Hah," he said, chuckling a bit. "Yeah, I can't stay in this apartment much longer. So, your question might not be so weird." He chuckled a bit but I could see a glint of fear in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, you have a weird question, but I bet I have a weirder answer. Let's sit down."

I froze, worried that he would invite me into his apartment, but thankfully he pointed to the couch on the other side of the lobby, next to the Keurig machine (which sadly isn't free, I noticed).

"Listen," he said, leaning forward. "This place is fucking weird."

I was taken aback. I wasn't used to cursing nor was I prepared for what he was about to say.

"I moved in about six months ago. I mean, this is a pretty cool place, right? Decent location, close to the train." He looked around, as if reminiscing. "Shit started to go down within the first week. I'm alone, right? How are my keys going to be place on my desk and when I turn around they're in my bathroom? Or in my fucking bathtub?!" He shook his head. "I'm thinking I'm going crazy. I'm hearing all these weird noises. I swear something is watching me. I'm finding nails on the floor. I'm seeing all this weird shit outside my window. And I'm on the third floor!"

My mouth fell open, agape.

"Bro, I had the creepiest feelings, too, I can't even explain them. Just like, the heebie-jeebies. Someone is watching me." He said it again. Someone was watching him. "I'm not even religious at all, but I'm praying every night. I had to get out. I was just done. I called the landlord and I broke my lease and I said 'I'm out, I gotta go.' She actually didn't ask questions..." He pondered this for a moment. "..and I didn't ask questions, either. So two weeks later, here I am, bailing."

"I've been hearing scratches," I said shakily. "They started a few days after I moved in. I also feel really...weird."

"The scratches!" He exclaimed. He took my hand, and I instinctively pulled away, but he held on. "The scratches is how it begins. You gotta get out," he said. "You need to leave."

He stood up quickly, before I could ask any questions. "Listen," he said. "I gotta go. I'm on a time crunch here. I really hope you, uh..." he was at a loss for words. "Stay safe."

Greg picked up the box he had left up front and hauled it out the front door, glancing back at me once, nodding his head, as if confirming his words, which echoed in my head. "You need to leave," he had said. "Stay safe."

I sat in the lobby for another ten minutes, cursing myself that I didn't have quarters for the Keurig. I could have gotten some hot cocoa. My aunt always made it for me when I was feeling anxious or scared.

I didn't want to go back into my apartment. But I had no choice.

Greg was right. The scratching was how it begun. It got louder, and louder. The scratches sounded longer, like someone scraping their nails across the walls in long strokes. I began to sleep with my AirPods in. The soothing sounds of ocean waves washed around me. "He was just messing with me," I thought. "It's just rats, or mice," I thought. "It's just a creaky old building, this is just in my head, this is all a dream, just a fever dream..."

I was reading in bed one afternoon. The sun was glimmering through the window, and the scratches started again. But they weren't coming from behind the desk. They were coming from the wall behind me.

I jumped out of bed, and flung my bed to the floor. I couldn't stand this anymore. I began knocking on the wall. "Hello!?" I said loudly. "Please be quiet!"

The scratching became louder. The noise traveled up the wall, creeping over my head, and onto the ceiling. RIPPP! SKREEEET!

I screamed, grabbed my phone and keys, and ran to the lobby, then outside, gasping for air. I looked around. Where was I going to go? What was I going to do?

"My realtor," I thought. "She has go to know something." The memory of her odd behavior when I accepted the space entered into my mind.

I dialed her number, and surprisingly, she picked up almost immediately.

"Hi Becca," she said. "So... how are things?"

"Listen, Pat. Please be straight with me. What is going on in this apartment."

She drew in a long, labored sigh. "What's happening to you?" she asked.

"Scratching!" I exclaimed. "My desk, it has stains on it. It's like, fingernail scratches and there is blood! There is blood, Pat! And the skritching, the scratching, it's like... creatures trapped in my walls! Is it rats? Mice? Racoons? Greg told me he heard it too." The words were rushing out of my mouth. "He said he saw something outside, Greg said that he was freaked out, Greg is moving out!" I'm almost yelling at this point.

"Hon," she said. "It's going to be okay. Meet me at the Starbucks down the street tomorrow. Does 3pm work for you?"

My breathing is slowing. "Sure," I said. "Sure. I'll see you there."

"I need to go," Pat said, sounding distracted. "I uh, I'll see you tomorrow." She hung up.

I didn't meet up with Pat the next day.

That night, the pitter patter of rain tapped gently on my window. I decided to not sleep with my AirPods in, as the rain was soothing enough.

Tap, tap! "It must be raining harder," I thought. "Tap, tap, tap." This didn't sound like rain though.

Scrreeeeeeeeeech! The sound of nails dragging on glass. Scriiiiiiiitch!

I closed my eyes tighter. "This isn't happening," I told myself. "I am dreaming, you are dreaming."

SCRIEEEEEEECCCH. I couldn't ignore it.

I shifted my head toward the window, moving at the slowest pace possibly, and saw it.

It wasn't a shadow. It was darker than a shadow. But solid. I was frozen.

Sunken eyes, sunken jowls, sunken cheekbones. The longest face, a dripping chin, like melting wax. Arms raised above it's head, claws like a bird's beak, scritching, scraping down my window. Head tilted, it noticed my presence. A small hole formed where a mouth would be. A small hole growing larger, wider. The scratching, it was scratching faster, and faster, the mouth growing larger, and larger, until it screamed louder than I could have possibly imagined, piecing my ears. Like a banshee, like a demon, a sound from the pits of hell.

I couldn't move. I couldn't look away. The shrill shriek seemed to last for eons. But then it stopped. It tilted it's head once more, and then scurried sideways out of sight.

The next morning I gathered my essentials, rented a car, texted Pat that I couldn't make it, and drove back to Indiana.

I had to break my least, which was a kick in the butt financially. I called Pat about a week later and told her that things just didn't work out.

"Oh," she said, sounding downtrodden. "Can I ask why?"

"No," I said firmly. "I am never speaking of it again." I hung up the phone.

I still see it. I see it in my nightmares. I see it in the corner of my eye. I ignore it. I think I made a mistake. I shouldn't have looked at it. I shouldn't have looked in those eyes. Those blackened, sunken eyes.

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is6621 · 5 years

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Experiential Retail: Will it be the thing that saves retail from losing to E-Comm? – Hattie Swank

When was the last time you were excited to go into a mall? How about around Christmas time? Did you actually enjoy spending the day after Thanksgiving cursing at the lady who took the last black sweater you wanted? Didn’t think so. We all know that retail is dying, how could it not when this is what us consumers are up against. With the seemingly daily improvements that Amazon is making to their distribution, consumers can have purchases arrive at their doorstep a mere two hours after clicking “confirm order”. Adding to the cause is the fact that the average person wakes up to approximately 10-20 new emails declaring that “TODAY ONLY! FREE SHIPPING WITH CODE stinks2bretail!” I completely get it. Why would consumers, whom of which lead very busy lives, voluntarily fight for a parking spot at the mall for something they could simply buy with the click of a button. Not only that, but done so with one hand on the keyboard and another holding a glass of wine. Its simple, traditional retail is outdated.

Companies and marketing experts have thought long and hard about a solution for the lack of foot traffic in their brick and mortars. The solution that people have been picking up on? Experiential retail. By definition, experiential retail is “a type of retail marketing whereby customers coming into a physical retail space are offered experiences beyond the traditional ones. Amenities provided may include art, live music, virtual reality, cafés and lounges, and large video display walls” per Webster Dictionary.com. According to the Freeman Global Brand Experience study, more than a third of CMOs said they plan to spend 21% to 50% of their budgets on brand experiences over the next several years. In the age of never-satisfied millennials, companies are struggling to meet customers needs of “feeling special” and extravagant expectations, even for non high-end brands. Bottom line: today’s customer wants to be treated like a luxury consumer, even in a H&M.

How can they achieve this new goal of retail? By using experiences to draw consumers in. Recently, two major brands have launched experiential retail in their stores with the hope that they can pave the way for others to do the same. Helzberg Diamonds, owned by Berkshire-Hathaway, went ahead and ordained hundreds of their salespeople in all 216 of their stores. What does this even mean you may be asking… it means that you can now legally get married and buy your wedding rings all in the same transaction. Helzberg’s new marketing strategy is intended to target consumers who want to elope, and convince them to do so in store! Their “Hitched at Helzberg” promotion includes two champagne flutes, a bottle of the high end Moët & Chandon rosé, and a marriage certificate. Although people would not necessarily buy diamonds online, this is still exemplar of how retail stores are leaning into what millennials want out of their retail experience. Apparently, millennials are too busy to get married and would rather elope and move on.

Bed, Bath, & Beyond has also jumped on the trend with their wedding registry aspect of the business. Traditionally, wedding registries simply include products or items that couples can ask for their apartment or home to help them begin to accumulate things for their life together. Now, per changes to the wedding registry choices, couples have the option of also registering for over 700 different experiences, including wine tastings, massages, and hikes. Although Bed & Bath does not sell these things in stores, they again are attempting to keep up with millennial wishes and keep young couples registering with them instead of somewhere else that might offer these things. Bed & Bath understands the emphasis that is now being placed on experiences, and they are one of the biggest brands to launch this type of experiential retail.

This is truly a new wave of innovative retail and a lot of major brands are adopting this. In flagship stores, event spaces are being built to host special events for customers to defy their expectations. Previously, customer experience was simply a salesperson, inventory, and a point of sale. Now, companies such as Nike and Lululemon are including basketball courts and yoga studios in the stores themselves so that customers can truly immerse themselves in the brand. Van’s flagship store has a skate park indoors so that consumers can road-test their shoes before buying. These efforts are big, that’s for sure, but they are incredibly beneficial. Consumers, especially millennials, are bored of traditional retail. There is nothing that will pull people into brick and mortars more than an Instagram-able in store experience.

Sources https://www.nytimes.com/2019/09/28/fashion/weddings/get-the-rings-and-get-married-even-before-leaving-the-jewelry-store.html? https://www.forbes.com/sites/jiawertz/2019/09/30/experiential-marketing-is-the-future-of-retail/#1441470f3101 https://www.retailtouchpoints.com/features/news-briefs/bed-bath-beyond-adds-experiences-to-wedding-registry-options? https://www.campaignlive.com/article/marketers-expect-allocate-50-percent-budgets-brand-experience-study-finds/1435032

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sapphire-swan3536 · 4 years

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World’s Best Asshole

Based on this Reddit writing Prompt

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I supposed I noticed around my teenage years. Every friend I picked up a pen for would get news of divorce from their usually lovey-dovey parents, or, if not that, they would at least break a bone. It was only natural that I got called "cursed" and whatnot. Uncreative jerks. I ignored them for a while, and continued along my merry little asshole path.

Things started looking up when I started actually listening to the rumors about me. I gathered that there were about three major rules about the "curse":

If the cursed does a good deed for you, you will lose something in your life.

The magnitude of the good deed is unrelated to the magnitude of the loss.

The loss will happen within a day.

A pretty solid list of rules for a pool of hormone-soaked, drug-pumped teenagers. I was actually pretty proud. Imagine being interesting enough to warrant the attention of a thousand (probably) undiagnosed ADHD kids. I was a goddamn urban legend!

So what was the first thing my edgy teenage ass did with my newfound reverse-karma powers?

Viva la revolution! Overthrow the overlords! (Read: edgy teenage ass)

Well, I wish I could say it was that dramatic. It wasn't.

It mostly consisted of me buying a truckload of overpriced items on Amazon marked "Amazon's Choice," and writing a couple of fan-worship posts for Jeff Bezos in a kind of BuzzFeed News Style (10 Reasons Jeff Bezos is the Jeff Best). It was good, honest work, and it was hard, but someone had to do it.

I went to bed, thinking I was hilarious, and I dreamed of winning a trophy that said: "Congratulations, you are the world's best asshole."

The next morning saw Jeff Bezo's "dethronement" all over every news network ever (including BuzzFeed), people all throughout the world celebrating the redistribution of the, frankly, ridiculous amount of money he made.

Well damn.

I fulfilled my own dream that day, as I play-dohed a neon green and purple trophy for myself, with my fantastic sculpting skills, and slapped a label that read "World's Best Asshole" on it.

After my 21st birthday, I had created a pastime of walking through New York City, looking like a confused, naive, country bumpkin, and running into nice businessmen who would lend me money to start my new life in the city. Lucky me! (record time for finding these "nice businessmen" was 17 seconds; go me!) I'd make a deal with them; sometimes their only price was to make me a guarantor on another client's loan. Great deal! Magnificent! Where do I sign?

We'd talk over a small lunch, and I'd pay the bill. They would hand me a thick wad of cash, and I'd go home for the day.

They usually never contact me ever again, and I know better than to ask. It's a hard career path I've chosen.

I spend that hard-earned money on products I hear are made with child-labor, or in sweatshops with underpaid workers. They say it's the tears that make the chocolate taste so good. Next day would find the company's stocks dramatically dropping, and a nice number of new, out of nowhere people entering in local universities or highschools (prices for education have dropped since the Fall of Bezos).

I was a happy asshole.

Then, the universe snitched on me. I don't know how, but they must've somehow grown a mouth and an asshole (or maybe just a hole that accomplished both), and snitched to somebody.

Some people in suits picked me up, and I was told I was to be punished for disturbing the flow of the universe.

"'Flow of the universe?' You fucking kidding me? Who the fuck believes in that stuff anymore? Are you anti-vax? Let me go, you walking bottles of essential oils!" I kicked multiple shins.

"Silence, sorcerer."

"Oh, I actually do like the sound of that. Proceed."

They threw me in front of what I assumed to be a judge.

"Make your case," The masked man boomed from above.

"And if I don't?"

"Execution."

Yikes. I panicked, mind racing. Would anyone miss me? Probably not, since I've been alone for as long as I could remember. I had money, sure, from a loaded asshole father overseas, but have I had any sort of meaningful human interaction? I've lived a worthless life, except for my outstanding achievements that no one knew I had. But despite it all, I wanted to live.

"I don't have a case. I have disrupted some order of something, at the very least, in order to align it to my own moral values. I cannot make a case for myself, but I can make one for you." I proposed, my tongue moving faster than my brain.

"What?" Confusion. Right. We like confusion in a negotiation.

"Don't you want something? To become king? To ravage your enemies?" I rambled, knowing I sounded like a YA novel villain. Eh. Better than the protagonist.

"..."

"If you spare me," I swallowed, keeping my voice steady. "I will knock down whatever stands in your path. I will become your perfect weapon. Spare me, and I will make you king.

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bedlamgames · 4 years

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Q&A #100

Yes, been a hundred of this things. Totally a meaningless milestone which is one of my oldest tags on here (assuming any are left after the purge...) still I thought I’d do something for it.

Specifically I’ve gone back over the old Q&A’s and found some favourite questions and answers which I’ll be including in this after the usual round of outstanding ones. Possibly also with some extra commentary where appropriate.

Anonymous said: Hey. Any pair of characters connected by an Owned relationship/reputation seems to crash the game if you use either one of them on an assignment. Any chance of this being fixed?

- That should be sorted in yesterday’s update.

Anonymous said: Got a Forest Goblin with both Dancer and Clumsy. This seems like a very strange combination, but imagining it kind of makes me want to laugh my head off.

- Agreed I think that just works due to being amusing. Less poetry in motion and more of a limerick.

Anonymous said: In No Haven 0.871 the trait " Elementalist: Air " does not appear when using the estimate value function.

- Cheers for pointing out that oversight. Will sort.

Anonymous said: Hi sory english isn't my native langage, In No Have 0.871 TF Edition I have aquired a slaver But with a bug first i don't know how i acquire her and two she had noting , no name no perk jus a little description i will copy the full examine optin on it : - - - - ExamineName: Race: - Sex: - Status: - Reputation: Traits: Condition: 0 Will: 0 Estimated Value: 0 has a flat chest, a regular pussy, and has an unremarkable ass. She is the same size as most goblins, and .She is .

- That looks like an empty character in all respects. I believe there was an issue with Ritual Casting where that could happen and is now sorted. If you see it happen again please let me know what you were doing when they appeared.

Anonymous said: Hey Bedlam, watched stream where you discussed not selling slaves debuff, thing is i always imagined slavers being in this business for fun and pleasure first, and gold second. I mean why else would they agree to live in some Skyrim style, long abandoned really, hard to get to fort in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by hills and marshes(at least that how i imagine it)? So maybe you could make something like,"no new slaves, or slave training for X days, getting bored" or something like that?

- It wouldn’t be too harsh at all. Just a bit of a poke to encourage that you’re business model is based around being a slaver over the leader disappearing to the coast for a week and returning with suspiciously large amounts of gold. In that case you’ve got to think that your slavers might feel that they’re surplus to requirements :D

Anonymous said: I hope you're happy for taking so many hours of my life away from me lol. But playing this again; got a question about NH. Any plans on making some rival groups that we can interact with? Diplomacy, getting tribute, ect. It would be kinda cool to have rivals that push you along

Glad you’re enjoying it!

Likely yes. There’s ways currently now to set up a few ways to get tribute every so often. More groups though who are more hostile than the not-witches in the marshlands or the mistress of the Ensnared Rose are sure to be a thing sooner or later.

doof-ex-machina said: Have you read the Gorean saga by John Nornan? If yes, did it influence your vision of the No Haven world? Gor explores a legal female-oriented slave system, yheah, but there are pretty close similarities with NH in regards to the numbers of ‘fodder’ and the ways of training. Anyway, me personally thinks your world is even better because magic and draenei/succubi boobs, duh.

I haven’t but I am aware of them in general.

NH is a lot more equal opportunities than Gor where males doing it to females, females doing it to males, and all possible variations of that including others like futanari and sissies are likely to happen. Still high praise indeed, thanks!

And now onto some old questions starting with one from before where I realised beginning to combine these might be a good idea.

onedrift from 2015: Trying this again...what's your coder fuel of choice? Red bull, Monster, coffee? None of the above? Soon to be bimbofied slavemakers want to know!

- Heh, totally giving my nationality away (if it wasn’t blatantly obvious already) but the fuel of choice is copious amounts of Earl Grey tea.

Anonymous from 2015: Hiya, been a fan of your work for a long time, captions and games thanks for making them, but a question regarding whorelocks revenge, is it possible to get the tangle infection and bonds of insanity? in all my time playing them I never had either I dont think.

- Not in the current version. Basically I wasn’t happy with the implementation in terms of how they were removed so I disabled them for a bit till I can sort it out… which unfortunately has lasted quite some time.

Soon as I got this No Haven update done they’re top of my list of things to sort in Whorelocks.

(Oh zogging hell. Still not done that yet... Extenuating circumstance for sure with NH taking off and WR was still in RAGS at that point, but even so)

Anonymous from 2015: This is probably a poor place to respond to your open-ended poll question, but have you looked into Twine?

- I’ve looked at Twine and when I one day get round to Rough Landing 3 it’s definitely going to be done using it, but to me it looks like an incredibly poor fit for working on No Haven.

(Oh past me why would say such a thing even if it did make a lot of sense at the time. Let’s hope that guy was wrong)

Anonymous from Q&A #1: Title image is hype, cant wait for next update. recall you mentioned that you had enchantments planed for the update after next (or something there abouts) how far ahead have you planned ahead and any spoilers for the update after this one? :D

- Why thank you! I have several pages bullet pointed of what I have planned along with what I have in my head. For stuff not in the next update I’d say not counting more slave training assignments and options and more assignments in the other areas the big bits of content outstanding are;

Way more potions. (Still do do)

Enchantment/cursing of items system. (Also still do do)

Crafting Devices. (Also, also still do do)

Ways to manage encampments when they get to large by sending slavers/slaves to new areas to provide ongoing gold/supplies along with the occasional assignment. (Oh dear, also, also still do do)

More stuff for you like going on every assignment, bad ends for some of them, more interactions, being enslaved and so on. Basically lots more sub and also some dom content for when you’re not managing the encampment. (Woo progress made! Bad ends for some assignments going on are indeed a thing. Still work to do as I do want to give Crossbones and Into the Depths the QAYL treatment sometime)

Special events that will occur every so often that will affect things be it for good and bad. This will include a way to get a lost slaver back though perhaps forever altered by their experiences. (Woo again this is done. Definitely could do with more done with)

Encampment reputation to reflect a slaver’s standing with how the other slaver’s see them. This will includes slavers becoming slaves and visa versa. (On a roll now as a great deal of this implemented)

More biomancy options and improving thanks to a multi-part assignment. There will also be other multi-part story based assignments. (Partially done and the biomancy multi-part assignment has been started)

And a bunch more basically but those are the priorities after this next update. Probably not all in the same update though.

Anonymous from Q&A #6: I would play the hell out of Paranoia set in No Haven.

- Temptation to give slavers and you conflicting secret societies and agendas rising.

Y’know like…

Dire Panthers: A mottley band of young savage orcs, amazons and trolls out to raise hell by breaking stuff, setting stuff on fire and generally being a nuisance to everyone.

The Cooperative: A dedicated group of Frozen Queen cultists out to oppose the Human Empire by working together to make things better for the common people… till you know the Queen awakens and buries all the land in eternal ice.

Mage Smashers: Magic iz like wrong an’ stuff! We smash dem in dere stupid face till dey not so smart.

Fellowship-Fel: The denizens that lurk beyond our reality and infect our dreams with tainted nightmares are our friends! We must expose ourselves to as much corruption as possible to make ourselves like them. We see no flaws in this plan whatsoever, you see the chorus of whispers in our minds entirely agrees with us.

Psion: No changes need to be made whatsoever from the original version.

Trekksters: …and I think that’s enough of that, or further evidence of why I shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near RAGS or indeed tumblr when I have my old sourcebooks nearby :D

(Also apologies to most of you who have no idea what that was about!) (This is still far too much of a good idea)

Anonymous from Q&A #17: 2/2 and another hilarious one: Your succubus slave Jaeil was not looking so hot right now so Virholen just held her close and told Jaeil that everything would be alright. Jaeil was oddly quiet everytime you looked in on them and you wonder if they have resigned themselves to their fate. Condition: 45 (Change: 20) - Will: 47 (Change: 15)

After their mistreatment Jaeil sees no reason not to only care for them self as clearly no one else will leaving them hardened and even outright cruel. usc++

- You win best bug report in ages, that is beautiful :D

Anonymous from Q&A #37: Will there be other spirit races in the game besides wisps, such as undynes, gnomes, and dryads? And finally Im new to patreon. I decided to pay for the your character teir but ask for a unique because I dont really understand it. Is the “play your character” a scenario or what? And where do I go to talk with you on what I would like for it?

- True story, I had to google undyines and for ages I couldn’t work out what you were referring too as so many of the results were of that character from Undertale :D

Undines themselves would be no, but I do have a water spirit of a kind planned. (Still do!) Gnomes no, as I’m happy with Hakh Dwarven and the various Goblins as my short races. Dryads absolutely yes, and will be one of the advanced races. See the last Q&A for more details of those.

Thank you for your support! Those options are for those that want to play a specific character that isn’t available in the standard options or design a specific slaver that you can have in your encampment. If you want to see some examples of ones others have asked for before on the playable character front then Orc Wright Raptor, Lago’Mae Scholar or Goblin Underground Potioneer would be a good ones to look at to start off with.

As for the unique slavers then pretty much any of the slavers available under Strong Right Arm/Recruiter.

How much detail you want to go into is up to you. If you want to say oh I just want a Kitsune lady who likes to pole-dance then I’d put something together for your approval, or you can go full on detailing everything about them from their art, description, traits etc. and I’ll work with you to the point I’m happy having it as an option in the game. (Note: If you want an entirely new race like the Golems you need to go for the lore tier given the significantly larger amount of work involved)

For discussing please send me a message on patreon and we can take it further from there.

One thing to bare in mind is that patreon only charges at the end of the month, and so while I’m more than willing to talk it out, if you want to me to do a lot of work on your request I’m going to need to see a pledge go through first. It sucks I know, but this is the unfortunate reality of the internet that alas trust can only go so for.

I’m always happy to discuss things though, I really am, and some people have asked to pay some of their pledge upfront via paypal to get round this which is not a problem if that’s what you want to do.

valhallaimmortan from Q&A #47: I managed to get a elven smith who makes fancy armor that is usually masterwork quality, and equipped my ‘Basher’ Squad with it, the Basher’s are all Ogre’s who I recruited and I have a alchemist who seriously creeps me out with how many petrification potions he has been pumping out. I also like the Lago'mae Scholar how now the Lizard man is using her as his new project… poor Scholar… and I got to ask is it actually possible to recruit a keldan from the keldan mission in the city?

- I love this question, absolutely adore it, and you made the patron who requested the lizardman unique really happy when I mentioned it to them. If people want to send in their favourite/amusing/interesting slavers/slaves that have resulted from generation and gameplay I might do a tumblr post series on them called ‘Tell me about your Character’.

As to the question yes she should be on the critical result.

Anonymous from Q&A #61: Silly question. For clothing and armor, what in your mind is the major difference between micro, and impractical? I can’t really visualize a difference between the two when reading armor/clothing descriptions. Scandalously short is divergent enough that it creates its own image for me. The other two seem as if they would be interchangeable, but they aren’t since there is a distinction so what is it?

- Yay silly questions are always the best questions. Okay micro is where you have outfits that are recognizable bits of clothing but it’s incredibly brief so a skirt that’s more a belt than actually trying to cover anything whatsoever and/or a bikini top so teeny-weeny that it doesn’t even cover all of the nipples. Completely impractical though is the kind of clothing beloved by a certain kind of fantasy art which just doesn’t make any kind of sense whatsoever where looking good trumps any pretension of realism, and the only way it could stay on is either with copious amounts of glue or magic being involved.

Anonymous from Q&A #66: Hello again! I’m the guy who asked about the post-slave [slaver] titles. I’m going to very respectfully push the idea that ex-slaves should get unique titles. First, I honestly think having the unique titles is cooler. It’s more interesting to send a Chosen, an Acolyte, and a Hedge-Witch on an assignment than it is to send three Slavers. It’s a rarity thing, sort of? If you get a character who qualifies for one of those things, it’s a BIG DEAL. Secondly, it already changes with jobs, so…

- Alright, alright, you’ve twisted my arm :)

That should now be included for the most recent update along with a couple of new titles so that all of the more rare traits (not counting crafting ones) should have one. Let me know if there’s any issues as while it was a fairly straightforward change I didn’t get a chance to test that particular bit.

Thanks for reading and here’s to another hundred of these.

#Q&A #meaningless milestones

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thedcdunce · 5 years

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Donna Troy

“I'm Donna Troy, bitch.” - Donna Troy

Real Name: Donna Hinckley Stacy Troy

Aliases:

Wonder Girl

Darkstar

Goddess of the Moon

Wonder Woman

Troia

Princess Donna

Donna Prince

Gender: Female

Height: 5′ 9″

Weight: 140 lbs (64 kg)

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Black

Race: Amazon

Powers:

Divine Empowerment

Abilites:

Hand-to-Hand Combat (Advanced)

Tactical Analysis

Swimming

Photography

Equipment:

Donna Troy's Lasso

Lasso of Persuasion

Bracelets of Submission

Troia Costume

Amazon Armor

Universe Orb

Darkstar Exo-Mantle

Amazonian Weapons

Donna Troy's Lasso

Lasso of Persuasion

Universe:

Earth-One

New Earth

Base of Operations: New Cronus, 14218 Athena Drive

Citizenship: American

Origin: Magical clone of Wonder Woman

Marital Status:

Widowed (Terry Long; husband)

Divorced (Coeus; husband)

Occupation:

Photographer

Guardian of the Universe Orb

First Appearance: The Brave and the Bold #60 (July, 1965)

Last Appearance: Justice League of America Vol 2 #60 (October, 2011)

Powers

Divine Empowerment: As a magical replicate of Diana, Donna possesses most of her powers. At various times she has lost and gained her powers, even abilities unique to her.

Accelerated Healing

Charisma: Donna has truth-coaxing powers like Diana; even without a Lasso of Truth people find it almost impossible to lie to her.

Flight: Donna can glide on wind currents for short periods of time.

Psychic Link: While Wonder Woman has a psychic rapport with animals, Donna has a psychic rapport with her. This allows one to feel the other's emotions, dreams and even thoughts.

Superhuman Agility

Superhuman Durability

Superhuman Reflexes

Superhuman Speed

Superhuman Stamina

Superhuman Strength

Abilities

Hand-to-Hand Combat (Advanced): Like all Amazons, Donna is well trained to fight with various weapons and in the martial arts, and often practices with a kind of staff which seems to be her personal weapon of choice.

Archery

Weaponry

Tactical Analysis

Swimming: Donna is able to navigate through the depths of the oceans.

Photography: She has studied photography at New York University, and was a co-founder of Aurora Photo Studio.

Equipment

Donna Troy's Lasso: Donna's original golden lasso.

Lasso of Persuasion: Anyone who is held by the silver lasso of persuasion and with less will than Donna is compelled to do what she tell them to do.

Bracelets of Submission: Donna possesses a pair of bracelets that are common among Amazonian women. She is able to use these bracelets to deflect ranged attacks such as gunfire, missiles, and lasers. In close combat, Donna can use them to deflect punches, kicks, and melee weapons.

Troia Costume: A costume composed of various items gifted by the Titans of Myth, including an amulet of Cronus, a mystic net from Oceanus and Tethys, golden armor forged by the sun itself from Thiaand Hyperion, an earring of balance by Themis, a bracelet that used to belong to Phoebe, and from Criusand Mnemosyne a cloth from the starry firmament. This cloth became an important part of her later costumes, as it allowed her a map to everything, including New Cronus.

Amazon Armor: A heavy and ornate battle-armor much like her sister's, but made of a silver-colored metal.

Universe Orb: The Universe Orb is the repository of all knowledge and history of Universe.

Darkstar Exo-Mantle: As a member of the Darkstars, Donna wore the standard Darkstar Exo-Mantle as part of their group, granting her superhuman strength, speed, and agility. The exo-mantle also possessed a personal force field for protection against physical impact and energy attacks. The main weapons were twin maser units that fired energy blasts with pinpoint accuracy; however, it seems that Donna did not undergo the surgical procedure to attain the instant mastery of maser control that the other Darkstars had, and had a split-second delay in reaction time when wearing the less powerful deputy version of the exo-mantle. A powerful shoulder mounted cannon complemented the maser system of the Darkstars' exo-mantle. With the exo-mantle, one could achieve high speeds during flight, all the while protected from wind friction by the force field. Since leaving the Darkstars, Donna no longer possesses the exo-mantle.

Amazonian Weapons

Donna Troy's Lasso

Lasso of Persuasion

Origin

Donna was created to be a playmate for the young Wonder Woman by the sorceress Magala, who used a magical mirror to create a duplicate of Diana, though with her own personality. She was abducted by Dark Angel who mistook her for the real Diana, and cursed her to experience a cycle of countless tragic lives, given the name Donna Troy as a cruel joke to her origins. But it would not be until the intervention of Wonder Woman, Hippolyta, and the Flash years later that she would learn this.

In one of the lives she ended up living, Donna was orphaned by her birth mother, Dorothy Hinckley, a dying unwed teen who had given her up for adoption. After Donna's adoptive father Carl Stacey was killed in a work-related accident, her adoptive mother Fay Stacey gave her up for adoption again, unable to raise the toddler because of mounting expenses. Donna remembered being rescued from a fire by the goddess Rhea who, being one of the mythological Titans, brought her to New Cronus and raised her as one of twelve Titan Seeds, orphans from various planets who would have died if Rhea had not saved them. Each one was given the name of a place that worshiped the Titans, and Donna was given the last name of Troy in homage to the ancient city. She was returned to Earth at age thirteen, where her memories of New Cronus were erased until such a time that she would return and take her place among the Seeds as gods.

Wonder Girl and Troia

When Donna experienced having superhuman powers and abilities, she adopted the identity of Wonder Girl. Donna became one of the founding members of the Teen Titans, even suggesting the name of the group from a residual memory.

She married Terry Long, a college professor, and soon became pregnant. This incited the Team Titans group from the future to confront her, claiming that her son would threaten the future as Lord Chaos. Donna voluntarily gave up her powers to prevent this. She later requested for her powers to be returned but was denied. She was inducted into the Darkstars and rejoined the Teen Titans as a Darkstar. Terry later divorced Donna citing that her superhero role put the family in danger and gained sole custody of their son. She turned to teammate Kyle Rayner for comfort, but left him after Terry, Robert and Jenny Long, were killed in a tragic car accident.

The tragedy caused Dark Angel to appear and make Donna start anew with a totally different life, causing everyone but Hippolyta and Wally West to forget her existence as the Donna Troy who became Wonder Girl and Troia. Together with Wonder Woman, Hippolyta and Wally helped restore the life of Donna Troy, breaking her out of the curse that Dark Angel had bound her to. She was then adopted as a daughter of Hippolyta. Consequently, Hippolyta decreed that Donna, as her daughter, would be granted the privilege of a royal station and a title. As such, a coronation was held and Donna was thereafter referred to as Princess Donna amongst the Amazons.

Death

An android named Indigo appeared, badly damaged and in need of repair. In her attempts to repair herself and call for aid from other androids, she caused a Superbot to go rogue during a meeting of the Teen Titans and Young Justice; Donna and Omen were killed during the attempts to stop it.

The Return of Donna Troy

Donna Troy had discovered that, like every other person after the destruction of the multiverse, she was an amalgam of every alternate version of Donna Troy in the former realities. Unlike everyone else, Donna was the repository of knowledge of every alternate universe version of herself. She learned that her counterpart on Earth-Two was saved by a firefighter and raised in an orphanage, while her Earth-S counterpart died in the fire. She also discovered that her sworn enemy of the past, Dark Angel, was in fact the Donna Troy of Earth-Seven, saved from certain death by the Anti-Monitor, just like the Monitor had saved Harbinger. When the parallel realities were condensed into one, Dark Angel, who had somehow escaped the compression of every Donna Troy into one single person on the new Earth, sought to kill her. Every life she forced Donna to relive was, in fact, an aspect of an alternate Donna, as a way to avoid the merging and remain the last one standing. When she was defeated, Donna became the real sum of every Donna Troy that existed on every Earth, a living key to the lost Multiverse.

Donna had been reborn after her death at the hands of the Superman android. The Titans of Myth, realizing that she was the child who was destined to save them from some impending threat, brought her to New Cronus and implanted false memories within her mind to make her believe she was the original Goddess of the Moon and wife of Coeus. The Titans of Myth incited war between other worlds near New Cronus in order to gain new worshippers. They used the combined power of their collective faith to open a passageway into another reality, where they would be safe from destruction. Donna was another means to that end, until she was found by the Titans and The Outsiders who restored her true memories. This was not without casualties, however. Sparta, who was restored to full mental health and stripped of the bulk of her power, had been made an officer in the Titans of Myth's royal military. She was sacrificed by the Titans of Myth in an attempt to lay siege to the planet, Minosyss, which housed a Sun-Eater factory miles beneath its surface. Sparta's death had inadvertently helped trigger Donna's memory restoration. Athyns had also reappeared by this time, and aided the heroes and the Mynossian resistance in battling the Titans of Myth. It was then that Hyperion, the Titan of the Sun, revealed Donna's true origins to her and ordered her to open a passageway into another reality by means of a dimensional nexus that once served as a gateway to the Multiverse itself, within the Sun-Eater factory's core. This turned out to be the Titans of Myth's real target. Donna did so, but fearing they would simply continue with their power-mad ambitions, she banished most of them into Tartarus. However, Hyperion, and his wife Thia, were warned of the deception at the last moment. Enraged, they turned on Donna, intending to kill her for the betrayal, but Coeus activated the Sun-Eater to save her and Arsenal. As the Sun-Eater began absorbing their vast solar energies, Hyperion and Thia tried to escape through the Nexus, but they were both torn apart by the combined forces of the Nexus' dimensional pull and the Sun-Eater's power. Coeus, who had learned humility and compassion from Donna, vowed to guard the gateway to make certain the other Titans of Myth remained imprisoned forever. After this, Donna gained all knowledge of her alternate selves and was entrusted with the Universe Orb by Harbinger.

Infinite Crisis

Donna led a group of heroes to New Cronus to deal with a rip in space caused by Alexander Luthor, attacking him through the rift. The team suffered loss, including the death of Jade and several others who went missing. Donna also procured a "red sun eater" in order to defeat Superboy-Prime. Afterwards, Donna returned to New Cronus where she analyzed the history of the universe as it had been recorded in Harbinger's old Universe Orb.

One Year Later

Donna Troy assumed the mantle of Wonder Woman. Diana stepped down, feeling the need to "find out who Diana is". In the midst of a fight with Cheetah and Giganta, Donna was overwhelmed when Doctor Psycho manipulated her into believing that Diana was attacking her with deadly force. At the same time, Diana, posing as a government agent, arrived on the scene. Circe is behind the attacks and capture.

Donna worked alongside ex-boyfriend Kyle Rayner, who had taken up the powers and title of Ion again. They fought against one of the Monitors who attempted to remove them from the newly rebuilt time-stream, claiming the two were unwanted anomalies. Donna returned to earth with Ion in time for him to say good-bye to his dying mother.

Donna later joined several former Teen Titans in their battle against Deathstroke and his Titans East team.

The Challengers from Beyond

Donna soon after attended Duela Dent's funeral with the Teen Titans. After the burial, she was confronted by Jason Todd, who sought her out as a kindred spirit. She repeatedly ran into the helpful Jason while trying to investigate Duela's murder. Her investigation was put on hold once she discovered the Amazons had invaded Washington, D.C. She traveled to the city and confronted the recently revived Hippolyta to put a stop to the invasion. The Amazon Queen informed her that she would consider a withdrawal, only if Donna could include Diana in the peace talks, Donna left to find her sister, discovering that Jason Todd had followed her to Washington as well. Jason told Donna that he believed the Monitors were responsible for Duela's death, but before anything else could be done, both warriors were attacked by the Monitor's aide, Forerunner. They were consequently saved by the seemingly benevolent "Bob," and recruited to help locate Ray Palmer. Their journey took them across the expanse of the new Multiverse, whereupon they were also joined by Donna's former boyfriend, Green Lantern as well as Ray Palmer's successor Ryan Choi. This loose confederation of adventurers became known as the Challengers from Beyond. After several haphazard missions in the Nanoverse, they eventually found Palmer in the parallel reality known as Earth-51. Shortly thereafter, their colleague Bob the Monitor betrayed them, and Earth-51 was destroyed as a result of the Morticoccus Virus. With Palmer in tow, the Challengers eventually returned to their home dimension. Donna, Ray and Kyle agreed that with the growing individuality of the fifty-two existing Monitors, there was too much room for corruption. They all agreed to serve as a watchdog group in order to "Monitor the Monitors".

Return of the Titans

Returning to Earth, Donna reunited with her old teammates the Titans. The group reformed after discovering that the children of one of their deadliest foes, Trigon, had been systematically hunting down members, both old and new.

Blackest Night

Donna had a horrific encounter with her deceased son Robert and husband Terry, revived as undead beings in the Black Lantern Corps. She was bitten by Robert, becoming "infected" by the Black Lantern's power. Donna, along with Superboy, Kid Flash, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern and several other resurrected heroes, were targeted by Nekron, the being responsible for the Black Lanterns. Donna's previous deaths made her vulnerable to the Black Rings. However, unlike the other heroes, Donna was converted by being infected with the Black Lantern's power rather than having a ring forced on her.

Justice League

Donna Troy became part of the new Justice League's lineup, along with Mon-El, Batman, and Hal Jordan.

Her recruitment began when she volunteered to help Mikaal Tomas and Congorilla track down the supervillain Prometheus. She accompanied them to the JLA Watchtower alongside Starfire and Animal Man, only to discover that Red Arrow had been mutilated by Prometheus. During the ensuing battle, Donna was impaled through the wrists, but freed herself, taking down Prometheus after he defeated the rest of the team. Unfortunately, the villain destroyed Star City via a teleportation device.

In the aftermath, Donna was told by Wonder Woman that she could benefit from being a part of the JLA. To that end, she officially joined the team, even recruiting Cyborg and Starfire as well.

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mooosicaldreamz · 6 years

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idk how you & lynne are able to write so much. tbh y’all are a blessing. i did a random # generator for the things u said prompts so i’m submitting 40 for supercorp!

according to lynne i have sucked up all the inspiration in the apt, which is apparently a finite resource, so i guess i will be the one producing any writing today…….anyway here it goes. things i said when you met my parents. @narraboths said there was only one choice when i was given this prompt.

One second, Kara is flipping Lena’s omelette over in the pan with careful and steady precision, dancing to the Real Estate song pouring out of Lena’s way-too-big sound system, when the door opens.

It’s been three months of dating, two blissful months of having great sex, one month since Lena had insisted Kara take a key to her large off-campus apartment and told her to go get milk and kale on the way back from her radio journalism class. Kara had got the milk, some cookies, a giant bouquet of shitty grocery store flowers, and forgotten the kale, but Lena had kissed her anyway.

She had met Lena freshman year in their shared Intro to 18th Century Lit class, and they had been through a lot of nonsense to get to here - Kara had dated this shitty dude named Mike, Lena had nearly blown up their friendship group by dating James for three weeks sophomore year. But Kara had felt it this past summer, while Lena fell asleep on the phone because she was in Turkey with her brother and Kara listened. It would be this year that they would figure it out.

They had, and that was awesome. What was not awesome was Kara turning away from the electric stovetop and seeing someone other than Lena in the doorway, while wearing an FBI t-shirt reading Female Body Inspector (gifted from her sister in a fit of drunken Amazon shopping) and boxers covered in tiny little flying cupids. Last night, when Lena had taken them off of her before giving her some inspired head, she had said they were cute.

The woman with brown hair and a Valentino bag did not look like she would share such an opinion. Kara recognizes her immediately, of course. Her first instinct is to punch the woman, because Lena had just finished a phone call with her mother that set her in such a mood that she demanded Kara drive to the dispensary just on the edge of campus and buy some edibles. They had sat in the dark and watched Mighty Morphin Power Rangers and then when that had worn off, Lena had cried and Kara had kissed her face all over.

“I didn’t realize Lena had a roommate,” Lillian Luthor, drawing to her full height. She’s taller than Kara, serene-looking and unperturbed. Kara was very perturbed, because she was wearing boxers and had nothing as smart as that to say back, besides a colorful string of curse words.

The door opens again. Lillian sidesteps the wide arc it makes as Lena barrels in without looking up from her bag.

“Darling, I hope some of that food is for me, because I’m starving, and I think my mother wants to have dinner with me tonight-“

Kara makes a strangled noise. Lena looks up her way and the smile on her face is pretty enough that Kara forgets that her mother is watching and smiles back. But then Lillian makes a soft coughing noise, and a look of deep horror rushes over Lena’s face as she looks over from Kara to the visage of her mother, dark and batlike in the corner of her formerly sunny kitchen.

“Lena, there’s an FBI agent in your home,” Lillian says, deadpan. It would be funny if Kara didn’t feel like dying.

They go to breakfast because in the process of getting dressed and resolving to burn her FBI t-shirt, Lena’s omelette burns and Kara’s assembled collection of breakfast items get sneered at by Lillian. Apparently Rice Krispies is not a meal to be eaten by anyone with a job over the age of eleven.

“You do have a job, I assume,” Lillian says. Kara doesn’t muster a response, just holds tighter to Lena’s hand as Lillian’s driver takes them over to Salt and Pepper. Lena’s jaw clenches.

“You know, mother, when you insisted on having a key to my place, I thought you’d agree that barging in without warning was a healthy boundary,” Lena says.

“I was in town, and you weren’t answering my calls,” Lillian says, breezily. Watching the two of them talk at each other is sort of like watching Winn and his nerd friends play Pong. Kara isn’t sure how or when to interject.

“You want me to go to that awful gala with Jack, I know,” Lena says. Her head drops against the seat of the car, and her neck rolls as the car moves along. Lillian cocks her head.

“I see now why you didn’t like the idea. You might’ve told me. Surely Kara has a dress suitable for the occasion,” Lillian says. The smile on her face does not meet her eyes. Kara is not inclined to smile back. She just grips Lena’s hand and draws patterns across the back of it, trying to bleed some calm into her. It isn’t clear that it works, but when the car rolls to a stop and Lillian insists they sit in the window seat at the restaurant, exactly where Lena hates to sit because the early morning sun is apparently too bright on her, she gives Kara a small smile.

“What all is good here, then?” Lillian asks. Food is something Kara is capable of talking about to almost anyone, so she gives it a shot, letting Lena take a long drink of water.

“I’m a big fan of the eggs benedict,” Kara says. She feels Lena’s hand arrive on her thigh in a soft, reassuring gesture, and it provokes her to give a smile to Lillian. There’s nothing but a frown in return.

“Certainly not very healthy,” Lillian says. “Lena, I certainly hope you haven’t been eating things as fattening as eggs benedict while you’ve been gallivanting with this one.”

“She eats a lot of kale, actually,” Kara says, dropping her hand under the table and holding Lena’s hand. Lena is rubbing her forehead with her spare hand in much the same gesture as she makes when she’s been staring at blueprints for five hours. Kara likes it then, because Lena with her reading glasses and work face on is cute, susceptible to snuggles, and always open to buying them late-night cheese fries at Devil Dawgs. But this Lena is not as fun.

“That would explain the sallow look,” Lillian says.

Kara knows the definition of the word sallow, definitely read it in her SAT prep classes, and it’s not how she would describe Lena. Lena is gorgeous, has been gorgeous since she stood up on the first day of class and said her name was Lena Luthor and that her favorite book was Siddhartha, and Kara had watched her take studious notes for an hour and a half. She was beautiful the day she kissed Kara in the freezing cold rain on the corner outside McDonalds right after Kara had tried to eat three McNuggets at once. She was beautiful when she came and she was beautiful this morning when she had let Kara keep her in bed for five minutes extra so that they could share sleepy, morning breath kisses. Kara is certain she will be beautiful in graduation robes, and wedding dresses, and holding babies, and solving world hunger.

So she can’t help but take offense.

“I’m going to the restroom,” Lena says. She stands abruptly. Kara watches her go with some worry. It’s too early in the morning for Lena to be crying about anything, but it looks all the same like she might be about to when she turns the corner into the restroom.

When she looks back to the table, Lillian is looking at her.

“So, a journalism major,” Lillian says. Kara stares at her. Apparently the spate of silence is too long. “Are you going to speak? Or stare?”

“Yes,” Kara says. Frustration is thrumming through her, an old anger that’s mostly quelled when she’s around Lena, absorbing the atmosphere of Lena. Her therapist used to call it orphan anger, which had seemed sometimes crass, but usually just as descriptions go.

“Which one?” Lillian asks. She smiles, takes a sip of her water. Kara feels her hand as though it were separate of her body reach up to grip the edge of the table.

“Why are you such a jerk to her?” Kara asks. She leans a quarter of the way over the table to make sure that no one overhears her disrespecting what is supposedly an adult.

“I’m sorry?” Lillian asks. She looks intrigued, like Kara has said something surprising and she’s halfway interested in hearing what else she has to say. Or like how people look at puppies barking at mirrors. Like it’s amusing. It makes Kara feel crazy.

“She is so - good, and she tries so hard to impress you when she doesn’t even need to, and you’re such a jerk,” Kara says. “Why?”

She doesn’t mean for it to sound so impassioned and sad, but that’s how it comes out, and it makes Lillian smile very gently.

“I don’t think you know your place,” Lillian says. “Perhaps you should find it.”

“My place is with Lena,” Kara says, and she smacks the edge of the table so hard that the water glasses shiver. “I’m with her. And you know what? She doesn’t need you.”

“I want what’s best for my daughter,” Lillian says.

“So do I,” Kara says. “And that includes you not being a jerk.”

“You may not understand Lena and I’s relationship, but I do care about her,” Lillian says. She leans back in her seat like she’s won something. Kara almost stands up and swings, but instead she chooses to reach into her lap and place her napkin on the table in front of her, standing slowly.

“I’m going to go check on her and make sure she isn’t crying because you’re a jerk,” Kara says. “When I come back, you can either be gone or in a fifty percent better mood, which I’m sure is the best your robot heart can manage, or else I’m going to make my friend James who works here drop hollandaise on your stupid, jerky head.”

Lillian stares at her. James, who’s just arrived at the table to take their drink order, stares at her. She brushes back him with a very dark look that has him scurrying backward.

She finds Lena in the women’s restroom, leaned up against the sinks and staring at the ceiling as though it might collapse down upon her. There’s no hesitation in wrapping her arms around Lena, pressing kisses up the column of her neck until she starts giggling and pushing Kara away.

“I’m sorry I left you out there,” Lena says, reaching up and pressing her long fingers into either side of Kara’s jaw, pulling her down into a quick kiss. It’s something like cool rain after an oppressive heat, kissing Lena right now in this restaurant bathroom after yelling at her mother. The sinks are fancy and the lights are bright and her mother is decidedly not here.

“It’s alright,” Kara says. “I left her out there. I’m sure that’s not in the etiquette books.”

“I read the etiquette books,” Lena says, kissing her again. “It was not in the etiquette books.”

“Is making out in this bathroom in the etiquette books?” Kara asks. Lena kisses her and keeps kissing her, and they super make out for a solid thirty seconds before Lena draws back with a sigh.

“As much as I want to keep breaking the rules of etiquette books, we should probably go out there and suffer through,” Lena says. She keeps pressed close to Kara, and Kara keeps holding onto her. She loves feeling Lena. Loves Lena. She had been meaning to tell her so.

“Your mother sucks,” Kara says. “But just think. When we get married, I can hand deliver the invitation and I’ll dunk it on her the way Winn does with his 64 controller when he wins at Mario Kart.”

“Oh, when we get married?” Lena asks. She’s smiling so pretty that Kara can’t think of the words inside her brain even though she’s real smart sometimes. So she just leans forward and kisses Lena again. “It’s only been three months, Danvers.”

“If you ever think of breaking up with me, just know that whoever you date after me will not dunk your wedding invitation in her face,” Kara says.

“I suppose we can’t break up, then,” Lena says, smiling.

“Probably not,” Kara says.

It takes them five more minutes to get out of the bathroom, and Lena is even smiling when she sits down again, her hand wound up in Kara’s. Lillian is still there, and Kara feels like she needs to mime buckling in. She settles for taking a drink of her mimosa, which James has taken the liberty of delivering for her without even her ordering. She’s glad they’re all still friends.

“I apologize, Lena,” Lillian says. She sounds like someone is holding a gun to her back and she’s swallowed a razor, but Kara grins as wide as she pleases. She does not elaborate, but Lena looks nearly stunned. Kara squeezes her hand. “Tell me about…journalism, Kara.”

Kara does.

#cassie writes fic #lipstick??? in my valentino whitE BAG?#and who are you exactly

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bewitchingbooktours · 3 years

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Tales from The Foxes of Foxham by Matteo Sedazzari #Fantasy #YoungAdult

Tales from The Foxes of Foxham

ZANI’s Tales Trilogy

Matteo Sedazzari

Genre: Light Fantasy, Humour, Young Adult.

Publisher: ZANI

ISBN: 13-978-1838462420

Number of pages:207

Word Count: 60428

Tagline: A magical adventure story, packed with colourful characters and exciting situations, in a battle of good versus evil. Set in 1950’s Naples and Norfolk.

Book Description:

It is the late fifties and the Witches of Benevento are determined to plunge the world into darkness by kidnapping and sacrificing the jolly and young Neapolitan fox, Alberto Bandito, in a sinister ritual.

Yet, fortunately for Alberto, he is rescued, then guarded, by his loving mother Silvia and mob boss father Mario with his troops, a good witch Carlotta with an uncanny resemblance to Marilyn Monroe, the Bears of Campania, the boxing wolves’ brothers Francesco and Leonardo, and other good folks of Naples and beyond.

However, their protection is not enough, for Alberto has been cursed. So, the young fox, along with his family, has to travel to the village of Foxham in Norfolk, the spiritual home of foxes across the world, to rid himself of this spell. The ritual has to be performed by a good fox witch, Trudi Milanese, but there is a problem, Trudi doesn’t know she is a witch….

Tales from The Foxes of Foxham is a magical adventure story, packed with colourful characters and exciting situations, in a battle of good versus evil.

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Excerpt 1

Upon hearing the conceited tone of Andriana’s declaration, Carlotta glances at Francesco and Leonardo, and says, ‘Which one of you fancies your chances then?’

Leonardo, the elder of the brothers, slowly takes off his three-button tailor-made jacket, neatly folds it, places the item of clothing slowly on the ground, then valiantly declares, ‘I do.’

Then the fearless wolf runs towards the red-capped goblins, who quickly disperse upon seeing the oncoming, scary-looking animal. Andriana gazes at Leonardo with astonishment, which turns to shock as Leonardo leaps high into the air, grabbing the front handle of Andriana’s broomstick.

‘Get off me, you crazy filthy wolf,’ Andriana screams, yet the courageous and strong Leonardo shakes her broomstick so hard in mid-air, regardless of his own safety. Leonardo has one thing on his mind—for Andriana to drop her leather satchel of spells.

His bravery pays off, as he rattles the flying broomstick so hard that Andriana has no choice but to use both her arms to steady it, allowing the bag to slide all the way down her left arm and into the cypress trees sloping on the roadside.

‘No!’ screams Andriana, as she sees her weapons of mayhem drop with so much force that they break many branches before hitting the dusty and hard soil, which explodes upon impact.

About the Author:

Matteo Sedazzari developed the zest for writing when he produced a fanzine entitled Positive Energy of Madness during the height of Acid House in 1989.

Positive Energy of Madness dissolved as a fanzine in 1994 and resurfaced as an ezine 2003 which became ZANI, the ezine for counter and pop culture in 2009, promoting online optimism, along with articles, reviews and interviews with the likes of crime author Martina Cole, former pop star and actor Luke Goss, soul legend Bobby Womack, Clem Burke of Blondie, Chas Smash of Madness, Shaun Ryder of Black Grape/Happy Mondays and many more.

After producing and writing for his own publication, Matteo’s next step was to pen a novel, A Crafty Cigarette – Tales of a Teenage Mod.

Matteo is influenced by Hunter S Thompson, Harlan Ellison, Kenneth Grahame, Arthur Conan Doyle, Mark Twain, Irvine Welsh, DH Lawrence, Alan Sillitoe, Frank Norman, Joyce Carol Oates, Mario Puzo, Iceberg Slim, Patricia Highsmith, Joe R. Lansdale, Daphne du Maurier, Robert Bloch, George Orwell, Harry Grey and many more. American comics like Batman, Superman and Spiderman, along with Herge’s Tintin, also provide Matteo with inspiration.

Matteo also finds stimulus from many films like Twelve Angry Men, A Kind of Loving, Blackboard Jungle, Z, Babylon, This Sporting Life, Kes, Midnight Cowboy, Scum, Wild Tales, The Boys, Midnight Express, La CommareSecca, Dr Terror’s House of Horrors, so on and so forth.

As for music, anything that is passionate, vibrant and with heart is always on Matteo’s playlist.

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It’s hard to keep secrets in a small town….

Out June 2nd – The first in a new Paranormal Romance series from Maggie Adams – Legends: Catori!

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Title: Legends: Catori

Author: Maggie Adams

Series: Legends

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Date: June 2, 2018

Blurb: It’s hard to keep secrets in a small town…

It’s even harder to keep a secret that could expose not only your family, but an entire species. That’s what Frankie Cavanaugh must do. As the daughter of the leader of the Wisdom Council, it’s up to her to step into her father’s shoes until another leader is chosen.

It’s also up to her to continue her lineage within the species.

She wants to do neither. She considers the shifter gene a curse rather than a gift, robbing her of a normal life. Unfortunately, the Council doesn’t see it that way and is determined to wed her to their next leader – by force, if necessary.

Tanner Coalson is fresh out of college and ready to tackle whatever life has in store for him. First item on his to-do list is marrying the woman he has loved for years. He knows Frankie will baulk at the notion because she’s fifteen years older and was his childhood sitter. He’s no longer a young boy, but a man who is determined to win her heart, and he is prepared to do just that.

But convincing her they are destined to be together gets much harder when she is kidnapped by an old enemy. In order to survive, Frankie may have to reveal her secret, and Tanner may have to accept what seems impossible, or reject the love of his life.

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Talon Cavanaugh stood on the grassy knoll above the cemetery, watching the procession as it wound through the cracked tombstones to the final resting place of the Wisdom Council’s leader, Leonard Cavanaugh. He smiled in satisfaction as the urn was laid into the dirt pit next to where his human wife would someday reside. Soon, he thought, soon all would be in place and he could claim his birthright.

“Son, I know how much you loved your uncle. Are you sure you don’t want to go down and join in the ceremony?” his father asked.

Well, the man he had called ‘father’ for most of his life, inquired. It was only on his mother, Sylvia’s, death bed, that Talon had learned the truth. He was the son of Leonard Cavanaugh, the owl leader of the Wisdom Council, who had died never knowing he had fathered a son. Sylvia had wanted to ensure the bloodline stayed pure when it became apparent that the old fool was planning to wed that woman, Paige, an inferior human. Sylvia had slipped a potion into his wine as the family celebrated her engagement to the leader’s brother, Lester, Talon’s assumed father. Leonard Cavanaugh had mated with Sylvia that night, the potion making him hallucinate that he was with his beloved Paige. Sylvia’s plan worked, and she gave birth to Talon, who was a pureblood shifter, keeping the bloodline intact.

Glancing over his shoulder, Talon shook his head in the negative at Lester. He had no need to go down there. He was the true heir to the leadership position of the Council. He knew the death procedure - one year of grieving for the widow and the family. He looked to Frankie Cavanaugh. She was a beautiful woman, despite her human blood. Her red hair glowed like flames in the sunlight. She was appropriately dressed in black, her cultural brooch, made of gold and the feathers of her father, pinned to her breast. She was crying quietly into a handkerchief, hugging her mother, in solace. It was almost a pity she would have to die, but there could only be one true leader.

And that position would be filled by him.

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The best Minecraft mods

What are the best Minecraft mods? It's an inquiry that has been posed for ages – since a youthful Plato endeavored to change his game at the knee of Socrates. Or on the other hand something. As new Minecraft mods have been consistently streaming out since the game's first open delivery, there are an entire pile to browse.

Minecraft is a blocky wonder. It's the simply game to actually exist that permits you to build a manor the tallness of Jack's renowned beanstalk and fall through an inexorably testing pit forever – yet it could do with some Minecraft mods to improve things. From interface changes to apparatuses to help your long stretches of investigation, you have the alternative to make Mojang's exemplary surprisingly better on PC.

The accompanying rundown orders probably the best Minecraft mods out there this moment. All are separated into areas, contingent upon what you need to do with the game – from straightforward changes to profound, many-sided Minecraft mods you can lose all sense of direction in for quite a long time.

These are the best Minecraft mods:

Optifine

Journeymap

Not Enough Items

WAILA

Stock Tweaks

Playable Minecraft in a Chest

Controlling

Etch 2

Woodworker's Blocks

Decocraft

Bibliocraft

Pig Manure

Microscopic organisms Mod

Pam's Harvestcraft

Biomes O'Plenty

LotsOMobs

CandyCraft

The Twilight Forest

Galacticraft

BetterPortals

Quiverbow

Rope Bridge Mod

Caterpillar

Reformist Automation

Applied Energistics 2

Enormous Reactors

ComputerCraft and RFTools

Draconic Evolution

Thaumcraft

Basically Jetpacks

Blood Magic

Minefactory Reloaded

BuildCraft

Caps

PneumaticCraft

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Each Minecraft mod on this rundown accompanies its own establishment directions that you ought to follow intently, and you'll probably additionally need to minimize your Minecraft variant for a large number of them – as a rule, rendition 1.7.10 works best. To assist with that, you can attempt MultiMC–a valuable piece of programming that allows you to deal with different Minecraft mod introduces.

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On the other hand, in the event that faffing around in dark envelopes isn't some tea, at that point get a modpack all things being equal – which accompanies everything preinstalled and preconfigured. We suggest either Feed The Beast's Direwolf20 1.7.10 pack (which accompanies a YouTube arrangement that will show you how to utilize a considerable lot of the included mods), the Tekkit Pack, or making your own modpack with Curse Voice. In the event that you experience difficulty with any of them Google is likely a decent wagered.

Will we dive into our rundown of the best Minecraft mods?

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MINECRAFT INTERFACE MODS

At the point when you have bunches of Minecraft mods introduced you'll likely find that Minecraft's default UI doesn't cut it any more. The accompanying downloads make playing modded Minecraft a more lovely encounter.

Minecraft mods - Optifine

OPTIFINE/FASTCRAFT

Got a meaty PC? Make Minecraft look staggering with Optifine, which adds uphold for HD surfaces and more authority over graphical choices. Then again, in case you're playing on a potato, snatch Fastcraft–it essentially improves execution on lower-end machines, especially with bunches of Minecraft mods introduced.

Minecraft mods - Journeymap

JOURNEYMAP

Everybody likes to realize where they're going. Journeymap maps your reality as you investigate, lets you mark waypoints of premium, and can even caution you when hordes are sneaking up behind you. View the subsequent guide in-game as a minimap, or in fullscreen, or even in an outside internet browser.

Minecraft mods - Not Enough Items

NOT ENOUGH ITEMS

In the event that you need a counteractant to the torment of alt-selecting to a wiki while playing Minecraft at that point go to Not Enough Items (or NEI). It allows you to look into the formula for any thing from any introduced Minecraft mod through a clever interface on Minecraft's stock screen.

WAILA

WAILA means "What Am I Looking At," and it's a gift from heaven when you have heaps of mods introduced. Essentially point your crosshair at a square, and it'll mention to you what it is, and which mod it comes from. With more up to date mods, it can likewise enlighten you concerning the condition of that block – how full a tank of water is, for instance, or the charge level on a battery. You'll require NEI to run it.

Stock TWEAKS

Introduce Inventory Tweaks and you'll before long can't help thinking about how you lived without it. Instruments that run out of strength are consequently supplanted in your hotbar, piles of squares are naturally topped off, and a basic center snap will sort your chests and stock. It's additionally unendingly customisable.

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PLAYABLE MINECRAFT IN A CHEST

Smaller than normal Minecraft, a playable variant of Minecraft contracted down to the size of a chest. Client SethBling posted a video of the mod in real life on YouTube with a connection to download it in the depiction. This mod has in no way different highlights as the first game, aside from it's you can handle the entire thing through the interface of a Minecraft chest. At the point when you leave the chest you'll see your activities spread out before you as though you'd been working in 2D the entire time.

CONTROLLING

This is a wonderfully straightforward mod that will make overseeing controls when you have other Minecraft mods introduced a lot simpler. With this interface mod you can essentially pull up an inquiry bar and type in the control you're searching for to perceive what the keybinding is. You can even channel it so it just banners up covering keybindings so you can fix them in a jiffy.

MINECRAFT CREATIVE MODS

For some, individuals, making spectacular structures is what is the issue here. The accompanying mods will drastically extend your innovative alternatives, from new sorts of wood to appropriate furnishings.

Etch 2

Minecraft just has one cobblestone surface. Etch 2 has 24. Indeed, it adds elective surfaces to countless the game's default obstructs just as squares that accompany different mods in this rundown – allowing you to make any stylistic layout you want in your in-game developments.

Minecraft mods - Carpenter's Blocks

CARPENTER'S BLOCKS

3D squares are incredible and all, yet incidentally you need an incline, right?Carpenter's Blocks conveys those slants, close by beds, catches, entryways, vases, lights, and the sky is the limit from there, which can all be tweaked with the surface of some other square. Ever needed a netherrack stepping stool? This is the mod that will do it.

DECOCRAFT

On the off chance that you'd like a touch more assortment with regards to improving your reality, Decocraft is the mod for you. It adds craftable seats, tables, bowls, bottles, lights, stuffed toys, brew barrels, and even a kitchen sink. The full rundown is practically interminable, so jump into the Wiki to see the full scope of alternatives.

BIBLIOCRAFT

Bibliocraft additionally offers a lot of tastefully satisfying squares, yet these ones accompany their own usefulness. Show cases and retires let you flaunt your prizes, while a print machine allows you to duplicate in-game books. It even adds a monocle for the recognized honorable men among you.

PIG MANURE

On the off chance that Minecraft can be blamed for lacking a certain something, it's crap. This humble Minecraft mod takes care of that issue easily, not simply making it so your pigs drop a steaming heap of the notorious occasionally, yet rather giving you another asset to dominate in Minecraft. Gather the droppings and you can utilize them rather than bone supper to prepare your harvests. On the other hand, you can fire them in a heater and produce blocks that you can use to assemble a house – simply don't utilize them with white fleece.

Microscopic organisms MOD

Microscopic organisms essentially never leaves style, so it's about time Mincraft modders carried it into the imaginative sandbox. This mod allows you to develop a scope of various microscopic organisms, every one of which will perform various errands – ruinous or imaginative – and set them free on the world. Simply make certain to contain it appropriately, particularly in case you're testing in your own base.

PAM'S HARVESTCRAFT

Carry some genuine variety to your Minecraft diet with this produce-loaded mod that adds more than 1,100 new nourishments and things, including 60 harvests, 17 sorts of fish, tofu for veggie lover and vegetarian dishes, and 36 natural product or thing bearing trees. The final product is a Minecraft diet that is equivalent amounts of sumptuous and adjusted. In the event that you need to make this a need instead of simply a great augmentation to vanilla Minecraft, use it close by Hunger Overhaul and The Spice of Life, which both rebuff your helpless dietary patterns.

Obviously, in the event that you have supplies of food, at that point you'll need to ensure your concocting is to scratch. The Cooking for Blockheads mod adds five new squares that structure a multiblock kitchen structure. Engaged with that are a cooking table, stove, sink, instrument rack, and ice chest – consider it like Minecraft as a cooking game. The mod was made in view of Pam's Harvestcraft, so the two go very well together we figure – the cooking prospects are near perpetual.

MINECRAFT EXPLORATION MODS

A few people favor the life of a migrant to that of a developer. The accompanying mods either flavor up world age, add new universes to investigate, or give you the apparatuses you'll have to investigate them. To the Far Lands, and past!

BIOMES O'PLENTY

We should begin with the Overworld. Biomes O'Plenty adds an absurd 80 new biomes and 12 sub-biomes to Minecraft – from Alps to Wasteland. It likewise changes up instruments, protection, food, shading, and adds a couple of additional squares to work with.

Minecraft mods - LotsOMobs

LOTSOMOBS

Working similarly as Biomes O Plenty, LotsOMobs adds a stunning 25 new hordes to additionally enhance your Minecraft world and make your biomes that bit mor

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