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gamepanicplay · 3 years

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Design Report: Immersion

How enemies help to immerse the player

The importance of in game enemies. this is a detailed explanation on how they important and therefore imperative for immersion in different styles of games.

Enemies can turn the most boring of dungeon crawlers do an exciting impactful adventure and those tense moments and exhilarating action. To make these enemies truly immersive in the gameplay required these three important steps.

· mechanical Immersion

· Spatial Immersion

· narrative Immersion

Mechanical immersion is usually associated with small Untold Stories that are found in the background. These types of stories are not converted the player by npcs they are visual cues that allow a player to interpret the story differently from what is originally presented these are usually hidden to give the players a semblance of Mystery.

I shall give you a scenario of this "you are in a big dark room all the windows are boarded up from the inside and all the plates and dishes are strewn About shattered on the floor and Scattered around, you see drops of blood leading from the cabinet leading to A Door can you see more blood Pooling under the door frame”.

There are other forms of immersion you can acquire immersion from voice clips or in game files , ones that can be found within a book or notes and most commonly from prodding at npcs and even npcs talking with each other a good example of this is how Skyrim npcs interact with each other and the player and sometimes you can acquire quests by Simply listening to npcs talking and you can outright miss this Quest if not paying attention. And these games these forms of information like they can be found as physical objects you can interact within the games you don't just get a PNG of text you actually get a three-dimensional item that you can look around for more clues.

Spatial Immersion is predominantly described with the featuring of this type experience where players experience seasons and topography of the game like far off mountain treading off into the distance that you are allowed to explore on foot, deep gorgeous that's when you fall in them you gradually increase your speed until you hit the bottom, and endless Fields where the player can experience peace with the calm sounds of nature with the gentle sounds of footsteps on grass. The best way to allow people to experience these forms of immersion or it is better if I say the best say the ways in which this shatters immersion is with the dreaded loading screens the more loading screens and the unexplained invisible game walls where the player is individually told they are not allowed to go there. The player experiences the more it pulls him out of the game.

Some of the player base debate about how far must immersion go?

Some people seem to agree that in some games there is way too much realism, and this type of realism can actually pull some people out of the game a common problem did people like to talk about is carry weights do they help immersion or do they break immersion.

Ideally, if you want a player to go through a specific area and not take any shortcuts you would use the actual enemies themselves to block the players pat through that area to gently lead him to the early wish him to experience first.

Mentioning the enemies let us talk a little bit about the enemies and what their purpose basic is it is not that simple as enemies stopping the player from proceeding to make it more difficult it needs to be a smart placement so that you do not frustrate the player, everyone knows you cannot just drop an insurmountable wall to your player otherwise they might leave the game.

Now there are games where there extremely difficult enemies but those specific enemies specially were made like that for the purpose of that particular game and the main mechanic of the game like for example:

“shadow the Colossus” (In this game is about gigantic creatures that requires multiple strikes in specifics places while you are climbing them to be able to kill them.)

They are very important criteria to making a good enemy. For the best example, I can present where the grand majority of the ambience of the game is within its enemies Subnautica.

“Subnautica” (A game where you are free-floating through the ocean trying to survive giant sea monsters trying to eat you.)

What Subnautica has is that you first land in the safe Shallows and what this area is a spot where very few hostels to allow to spawn and until the player integrates with this new environment then he can go deeper where he could find bigger and stronger the enemies. In broader terms the enemy should be appropriately levelled of the current level of player it's ok to have weak enemies at the beginning of the game your Player does not know how to play it so you can forgive him that early And this smoothly leads us to narrative Immersion narrative immersion is someone deceiving because it doesn't only refer to immersion from the story but can also be in the way of how your characters are written a good way of doing this is when your enemies have a specific job some people called them enemy classes find the most common ones being The Archer and bruiser there are different varieties of these enemies and because of their specific abilities they look different from each other. To change the player the enemy doesn't just need to be spammed to lose all of its HP there would be intelligent ways of killing enemies with player made traps or with pre-existing traps they make the enemy Trigger.

The most important thing an enemy need memorable is personality good ways to give your anime personality are physical differences in the different jobs said they are assigned this is not just a stylistic choice this can also help players in coming up with different tactics according to the enemy you could have an enemy type does run away from the player when alone but the text to player when in a group. It is very important that is your characterisation of the enemy is very closely related to how they look and that their weaknesses are clearly visible for it to be easy for the player to realise this week point these weak points don't need to be obvious they just need to be clear.

While making an enemy be very careful of how the enemy looks within the level design you may you could have designed one of the most beautiful and creative enemies but it doesn't matter if they don't fit the place you've put them in or if the level is not built for them and with this you need be very careful the enemy needs to fit in the overall narrative and game play style you have created, if you have a very slow-moving game where the player needs to be slow and cautious to go through puzzles do not throw in a quick enemy where do player doesn't have time to react to it. It might be frightening yes but it could completely ruin the player’s experience.

While making the games enemies keep in mind when you are making these enemies of how they will react with each other will they be hostile, or will they be friendly or will they team up to kill the player. Enemies do not necessarily need to be hostile to the player they can also be there to serve as a problem for the player to solve.

Now let us talk about how to make a game enemy while using these four aspects difficulty, specific, personality, synergy.

CHARACTER CREATION

Let's begin by talking about the environment you're in some kind of cave, now let's say that at the beginning of the game this is going to be a 2 hit kill enemy, where the enemy lets you do a mistake in you getting hit by him immediately kill you the best way to convert these enemies dangerous, is by making him big and angry-looking preferably with big claws that face towards the player now we will start by doing something that will go against realism instead of making our enemy dark give him a bright colour so the player can see him early this will not make the game easier it will make the game fairer for the player.

Now we have a basic description of how the character looks, now we should ask how he will act. The enemy should be aggressive and following player true out the Maze with him giving up after a short while with more of an aggro range this will allow the player to be able to Backtrack if they are in the wrong section of the Maze.

Now we have a description of an enemy. Is only one I know you could create word create synergy with this character I would suggest small but quick anime does very little damage to the player that would not attack the player when alone what would group up and attack the player.

Another section I put focus on is by designing the characters sound like for example the addition off enemies that make insects sounds start the insect phobia of some people and for the bigger enemy large booming steps to show how large this creature is compared to the player this will also help the player not necessarily see the anime first but rather hear him first.

References

Design Report: Immersion

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Youtube.com. 2017. Before you continue to YouTube. [online] Available at: <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A2gIE5gyA6s> [Accessed 3 May 2021].

Frasca, G., 2010. Rethinking agency and immersion: video games as a means of consciousness-raising. [online] Taylor & Francis. Available at: <https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/abs/10.1076/digc.12.3.167.3225> [Accessed 3 May 2021].

Katelyn, P. and Clint, B., 2011. An Examination of Flow and Immersion in Games. [online] SAGE Journals. Available at: <https://journals.sagepub.com/doi/abs/10.1177/1071181311551455> [Accessed 3 May 2021].

Calleja, G., 2011. In-Game. [online] Google Books. Available at: <https://books.google.com.mt/books?hl=en&lr=&id=KIQKV_MXvBAC&oi=fnd&pg=PP1&dq=immersion+in+game+enemy&ots=ykriU7XAE2&sig=VRgi57MxF2RLFdKMYuv_4dusnvc&redir_esc=y#v=onepage&q&f=false> [Accessed 4 May 2021].

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wc-ff · 4 years

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VI.

De'Angelo gathered his things from around the room as Chantell stood right in front of her room door with her arms folded across her chest. She was fuming. Sage had managed to get ahold of a phone and call him to tell him that something very bad had happened but she didn't want to talk about it over the phone. So, there he was. Dropping everything he was doing to go and rush to her again. Chantell was hoping things would be different after the wonderful day they had spent together but of course, she was there coming second to his best friend. Someone she didn't even like in the slightest. "So you're really gonna just get up and go like that? You don't think that she could—I don't know—wait?!" Chantell finally broke the silence but only deepened the tension in the room. She didn't understand. De'Angelo knew it had to be an emergency just based off of how frantic she sounded alone. Then she didn't even want to talk about it until they were face to face. He wouldn't be just up and leaving unless it was absolutely important and it was. "No, baby, look. I know it has to be something real important. Plus, it's weird that she called me off her mom's phone, I gotta go see what's going on." He spoke just as he picked up the last of his things and slid his feet into his Nike slides. Chantell scoffed in amusement as her long mink lashes emphasized her excessive blinking. "So, you telling me you leaving me to tend to a bitch that lives with her parents? You've gotta be kidding me." Her hands fell down to her sides and smacked her thighs dramatically. "Aye." The bass in De'Angelo's voice nearly shook the entire room as he glared at his girlfriend. "Watch out with that bitch word. You don't even know what the fuck is going on." "Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch!" Chantell taunted, rolling her neck with each and every word that she spat out of her mouth. De'Angelo seemed to appear in front of her in the blink of an eye causing her to stumble back a bit but once she caught her balance, she maintained her hard expression. If looks could kill, they'd both be needing caskets at that very moment. "What is there to know? Shorty called you off her mom's phone. What grown woman you know calling people off her mom's phone?" Chantell added with the same amount of teasing amusement as before. The smirk on her face was making the man that was towering over her want to smack it off, but he wouldn't dare put his hands on a female. De'Angelo responded to her taunting by brushing passed her and heading towards the front door. He didn't have time for her childish antics. She was trying to get a rise out of him and he knew it. He also knew it would fuck her up if he didn't allow her to though. "D!? I know you not really gonna just leave like that! You can't—" Her talking was cut off by the front door slamming shut as De'Angelo began making his way to his car. He could still faintly hear her screaming from inside the house, but he just continued on like he couldn't. There were many times where he just needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to talk to and Sage was always there regardless of what she had going on. She never really asked for much from him in return so, he'd repay her a thousand times over if he could. De'Angelo made the quick fifteen minute drive to Sage's house, bobbing his head to music and smoking the rest of a blunt he had rolled earlier. His mind couldn't stop racing with all of the possibilities that his best friend could have to tell him. Whatever it was, it sounded bad and he wasn't sure if he was ready to hear it or not. Once he arrived at the home, he got out of the car and went to knock on the door since he assumed Sage didn't have her phone at the moment to be able to call her. After a few seconds the door swung open as Mrs. Medina's bright and wide smile graced her face. De'Angelo immediately pulled her into a tight embrace. "Hey ma, Sage called me not too long ago and asked me to come over. Is she okay?" "Oh, she's fine." Sanai playfully waved him off before stepping back a couple feet to allow him inside. "Come on in honey! Sage is upstairs in her room."

De'Angelo thanked her as he closed the door and began to make his way up the narrow flight of stairs that resided a few yards from the front door. As he moved through the house, he tried to listen for any sound that Sage might have had coming from her room since she was usually playing music or watching YouTube videos, but instead he was met with an eerie silence. There was no light coming from beneath her door, signaling that she had probably had her curtains closed and was in the dark.

He allowed a light sigh to escape his lips before he reached for the doorknob and swung the door open. Just as he suspected, it was pitch black in her room so he flipped the light switch on which instantly caused Sage to roll over and cover her eyes as she laid on her bed.

Her brown orbs were already red and puffy so they were a bit sensitive to the harshness of the light. Not to mention it went from pitch black to bright so abruptly.

Sage groaned at him, her voice muffled from being buried in the covers causing him to let out a low chuckle and flip the light switch back off.

De'Angelo closed the door and made his way over to the bed once his eyes began to adjust to the darkness that overtook the small bedroom. Kicking off his slides, he climbed underneath the covers since she had been out of them so there would be a slight barrier between them as he laid behind her and threw his arm over her shaken body in attempts to comfort her. "Hey... you ok?"

He was answered by a light sniffle as her body vibrated a bit more from her silent crying. He quietly began to rub her arm as he gave her a moment to contain herself enough to speak. "I'm... I—" Her painful sobs started up again before she turned around in his hold and buried her head in his chest, her arms tucked into her own chest as he hugged her a bit tighter now, knowing she needed the comfort.

De'Angelo rubbed gentle circles onto her back and the warmth from his hand relaxed her. After a few minutes of peaceful silence, she sniffled and pulled her head away from his body enough for her to be understandable when she spoke. "Last night, I started walking home from the restaurant."

"So you saying that lame ass nigga ain't give you a ride home?" Her best friend quickly interrupted her, his eyebrows furrowing in distaste.

Sage only rolled her eyes, though it was dark so he couldn't see her. "Man, that lame ass nigga ain't even pay for my food. But that's not the point! The point is... while I was walking home, I heard a scream. And then another scream for help so, I walked over to go check it out and saw the most terrifying thing." She halted her words as the violent images resurfaced in her mind. "There was someone just hitting two women to death."

"Are you serious?" De'Angelo asked as he looked down at her silhouette. She began to sniffle again as she nodded causing her friend to pull her into his chest and embrace her once more. "I'm so sorry, baby girl." His low voice lightly rumbled both of their bodies.

He couldn't imagine being in her shoes and seeing something like that. He had walked in on his mom's lifeless body and that was the worst thing he thought he could ever possibly see, but if he would have actually witnessed her death took place... He wasn't sure if he would have been able to live with himself after that memory was etched into his brain. Hell, it was hard fighting himself to stay alive now.

Sage continued to pour her emotions out to her best friend as he comforted her in any way that he could. She hadn't even got this worked up when she had first told Sergio about the incident. "And now, what's worse is that I dropped my phone before I ran away and the police have it."

"Wait, what? You don't think they'll think you have something to do with it, right? Did you call it in when it happened?" De'Angelo fired off rapidly, a million thoughts now racing through his mind.

"I didn't have my phone!" Sage shot back in a hushed tone so her parents wouldn't hear the conversation between the two. "And when I got to Sergio's house, I didn't even think to use his. I was just so caught up in what happened—"

She paused abruptly which prompted her friend to look down at her in the darkness, his eyebrows perched up in confusion as if she could see him. A knock sounded off on her bedroom door causing them both to furrow their brows since Sanai rarely ever came to Sage's room for anything.

"Come in." Sage called out which prompted the door to be swung open only seconds afterward.

Her mother's silhouette came into view as the only things illuminating her frame were the lights from the hallway. "Your brother said to turn on the news." Sanai shrugged before closing the door, not bothering to wait around and find out what for.

Sage's relationship with her mother was strained and often they said very few words to each other unless it involved Shamar. Sage felt like she had sacrificed a lot, dropping out of school to come home and help take care of her father and pitch in on the bills on such short notice and her mother didn't give her enough credit for that.

Sage entered her dorm room, sweat beads dripping from her forehead and her chest heaving exhaustingly from her morning run. She had ran for about an hour and a half every other day before she showered and got ready for class. She was more of a morning person; when the sun was up, she was up.

She immediately began gathering her daily hygiene things to start up her shower. Grabbing her phone to turn on some music while she did so, her eyebrows knit together in confusion once she noticed the multiple calls from her mother. They hadn't spoke since she started the semester because both of them had their own responsibilities to tend to and understood that. So, it was weird to see so many missed calls from her.

Just when she was about to call her mother back, her screen flashed with that very name printed across the top causing her to pick up instantly. "Hey mom, everything ok? I see you—"

"It's your father, sweetheart." Sanai cut her daughter off, a somber tone displayed in her voice. "He got in an accident a couple months ago with your brother in the car. He's—They say he won't be able to feel anything from the shoulders down for the rest of his life."

The line got silent as Sage attempted to process the information she was receiving. A couple of months? And she was only just finding out about it then.

"What? Why wouldn't somebody call me and tell me that daddy and Gio got into an accident? Y'all don't think that's something I should know too?!" Sage yelled into the phone, frustrated with her family for not informing her any sooner. More so with her mother because her father physically couldn't and as far as she knew, Sergio might have been injured too.

She heard her mother sigh on the other end of the line. It wasn't one of sadness, but more so annoyance. "Sage, your father and I didn't wanna bother you while you were away at school. It isn't like you pick up the phone anyway. How many times did I have to call before you finally answered?"

"That doesn't matter!" Sage's hand flew to her face as she closed her eyes and began to rub small circles into her temples, now pacing the floor. "So what? You call me to finally tell me that he's crippled now and that's it?"

"No. Your brother and I need your help down here caring for your father. Sergio's still going to school during the day and I have to work to take care of the bills. Somebody's gotta be there to help him." Sanai pleaded through the phone's speaker. "You can continue your classes online and just do that while you're at home with your dad."

Sage's hand flew back down to her side as her eyes bulged open at the favor her mother was suddenly trying to ask of her after not even bothering to call for months. She loved the freedom of being at her college with nothing to worry about but passing her classes and keeping food in her fridge. "Why me? You haven't tried hiring someone for that or something?"

It wasn't that she didn't want to help her family because she did, but that would ultimately mean she would have to choose between furthering her education and taking care of her parent. She was already halfway through with her credits and had been anticipating her graduation date since she was a mere freshman.

"Yes, Sage." Her mother answered sternly. She could tell Sanai was growing more annoyed as the conversation went on. She couldn't understand why her daughter wouldn't want to come back home and help the man who raised her. It was the least she could do. "But the first caretaker was a slacker and only checked on your father every couple of hours while I was away and the second was stealing from the house. I'm not hiring another stranger to stay in my home while I'm not there. Shamar needs someone who will show him the love and care that he needs and he can't get that from someone he doesn't even know." The line grew silent once again before Sanai sighed lightly after a minute or so.

"He needs his daughter, Sage."

She sighed as she sat up in her bed and began rummaging around for her remote by running her hand along the sheets of her bed since it was too dark for her to see anything on her own.

Once she found the small rectangular object, she pressed the 'on' button causing her TV to spring to life. She found the news channel in a matter of seconds and what she saw immediately made her blood turn cold.

"Last night, my two daughters were taken from me. And as I mourn the loss of them, let me reiterate that the person who did this will be found and persecuted swiftly." The city's mayor stood in front of a podium dressed in a cream suit as lights quickly and consistently flashed across his face, his pictures being taken as he spoke. His eyes were red and anyone who looked at him could tell he had been crying nonstop since he heard the news. "I will not stop until my daughters receive their proper justice." With that, he stepped away from the podium causing array of questions to be fired at him by the numerous reporters who wanted an inside story on the incident.

The short video of him stopped before a well put together middle aged woman appeared on the screen immediately after. "Mayor Holt has just spoken out about the double homicide of his twenty-two year old twin daughters, Malaysia and Kaniya Holt, that took place around seventeen hours ago. Autopsy report reveals the cause of death to be blunt force trauma to the head and massive swelling to the brain. The two young women were apparently beaten to death."

Sage drowned out the rest of the reporter's words going on about the suspects as De'Angelo laid beside her, speechless and astonished just as she was. Neither of them could find the right words to say about what they had just watched.

She had witnessed the mayor's daughters get murdered right before her eyes and according to the news, her cracked phone was the only piece of evidence left at the crime scene. She hadn't called to report what happened and went back to the crime scene the day after. It was only a matter of time before the police came knocking on her door and she'd have to find an answer for every question they threw at her, but she couldn't even find answers to the questions that she had.

She couldn't help but to shut off the TV, leaving her and De'Angelo in the pitch darkness once again. "Sorry, I just couldn't watch that anymore." She uttered out after a minute of silence. She felt like she wanted to spew up all the contents in her stomach right then and there.

Her best friend didn't blame her. He wasn't sure what he would do if he was in her position. So, he just held onto her. Sage sighed as she rubbed his back, thanking him without having to say a word. Small gestures like him showing up when she called would always resonate with her and remind her to never stop appreciating their friendship.

"Thanks for this by the way. I just didn't wanna be alone and my brother's cool and all, but he's not the best at comforting women." She added as she thought back to the night before and how silent Sergio had been the entire time.

De'Angelo playfully smacked his lips. "Chill, that make me sound like a whore." He spoke, emphasizing the last word in his Blac Youngsta voice causing the both of them to let out a short laugh as she gave him a knowing look. "Nah, but for real. You know I always got you and I know in my heart you wouldn't be able to do some shit like this. So if they come to you on some rah rah, I'll be fighting with you every step of the way. I promise."

Her heart grew warm as he spoke, grateful that she had at least one person in her corner at a time like this and that person was one of the most important to her. "I know you will. Thanks Angel, I love you."

"I love you too, Sage."

The two embraced each other once again as De'Angelo stared ahead at nothing in particular since he couldn't see anything in the first place. He was worried about her; physically and mentally.

The last time she had broke down like this was when she found out her father was never going to be able to walk her down the aisle or even hug her anymore. She had gone into a deep depression after that, starving herself and enduring sleepless nights, and he didn't want this situation to be a rerun of that.

So he meant what he said, he'd be there with her through everything the entire time and make sure she was doing well emotionally. No matter how long that took.

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luckyspike · 5 years

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Adventures in America, Ch. 7 - The Mix-Up Kid

In which the storm chasers enjoy the delights of a Waffle House

Adam learns Warlock’s birthday

And a storm brews ahead

Yes, figuratively, but also literally. This is a tornado-chasing fanfiction, honestly. Did you think I wouldn’t actually put a tornado in the damn thing?

Start from the beginning: ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6

or follow this link to my fanfiction tag

Adam could have whooped when Noel informed him and Lucky that they wouldn’t be meeting in the lobby until eight the next morning. “There’s gonna be storms, probably to the northeast, but it’ll be afternoon by the looks of it. Get some sleep tonight, boys, an’ we can meet up for a late breakfast and decide where we’re headed.”

They didn’t unpack much - pajamas, toothbrushes, and that was about it. Adam took a hot shower, quick as he could, and when he got out, he found Lucky laying on top of his covers, earbuds in, face-timing with a friend. Adam gave him a thumbs-up - his turn for the shower if he wanted it - and settled onto his own bed, pulling his phone out and making sure he was connected to the wifi before he texted his parents to see if they were awake - they hadn’t been, but they were so eager to hear from him that they took his call, voices thick with sleep but happy nonetheless. He could hear Dog snoring on their bed in the background.

They were happy to talk to him. They were glad to hear he was having fun, and reminded him to be careful and stay safe. He told them about Lucky, and Noel and Rachael, and everything he’d learned so far. “It sounds like a good experience,” Arthur Young said. “Just ah … you do know when the tornadoes are coming, don’t you?”

“I mean, largely. They can be unpredictable.” He heard his mother make a worried noise. “No, mum, but like, they have this program called Baron, it’s running all the time, and it shows radar and gives warnings, and Rachael and Noel have been doing this for ages, so they’re really good at it too. And careful.” He considered telling them about the safety precautions Noel had reviewed earlier, but considered that the things he had warned them against might actually be more alarming than the safety instructions that followed, and he decided to leave it out. “Anyway, you don’t need to worry, promise. How’s things at home?”

“All well and good,” his mother replied. “We miss you of course, and Dog misses you - he was sniffing around in your room the day you left - but Anathema said she’d have a word with him and he’s settled down since then.” He heard the dog’s collar jingle as his mother, or father maybe, presumably gave him a scritch behind the ears. “He’s a very good boy.”

Adam grinned at the unmistakable sound of a small dog’s tail wagging so hard it was beating against the bed cover. “Aw, yeah. Give him a hug for me, yeah?”

“Of course, love. Arthur, hug Dog, would you? He’s closer to you.” Adam’s mother yawned, drowning out some of the grumbles in the background and the sounds of more happy tail-wagging. “Have you spoken to your friends? Oh, and Anathema and Newt asked about you this afternoon.”

“Not yet, figured it’s kind of late. I’ll send an email.” He yawned as well, prompted by his mother. “Maybe in the morning. You can tell them I’m good though, if you see anybody.” He yawned again. “Sorry, I’m kind of beat.”

“Jet lag,” his father answered sagely. “You ought to get some rest then, Adam.”

“You guys too,” the boy added earnestly. “Sorry to call so early - I’m all messed up with the time zones -”

“No, Adam, we’ve been waiting to hear from you.” He smiled, and the slight ache of homesickness that had settled in his chest as soon as he’d boarded the plane lifted a little at the warmth in her voice. “Text anytime, love, and we’ll talk if we can.” She blew a kiss into the phone. “But get some rest for now, alright? Sleep well, and let us know how tomorrow goes!”

“Will do, Mum, Dad. Talk to you guys later. Lots of love.” He ended the call, and sat back against the pillows, continuing to tap on his phone, sending the video of the hail storm off to the group and his sister. To his surprise, Pep texted back almost immediately, sending a message of ‘Dude what!’. He paused. Then he called.

“Hey storm rider!” she answered. “What’s up, Adam? Cool video!”

He couldn’t help but grin. “Hah. What are you doing up?”

“Driving in to London with the girls later today, and I couldn’t sleep. Hopefully Addie is willing to drive because I’m going to be napping.” She yawned. “So how’s America?”

“Crazy.” He laughed. “I went to Dunkin Donuts this morning.”

“Mm. America runs on Dunkin, I’m told. You meet anyone cool?”

“Well, the people I’m with are really cool.” She made a curious little noise. “So there’s Noel and Rachael, the guides - I told you about them. They’re super nice. And I think between the two of them they might know everything about weather. We drove for like, 11 hours today, and you know we only went through two entire states?”

“Wow.”

“And I napped for part of it but a lot of it they were teaching us stuff … Man, Pep, there’s so much.” He scrubbed his face with his hand. “I know you guys always made fun of me for how much I talk about weather sometimes, but honestly I don’t know like … anything.”

“Well, maybe not compared to the experts,” she teased. “But compared to me and Brian and Wensley you know way more than any of us.” She coughed. “So who’s ‘us’ on your trip? There’s another student?”

“Oh! Yeah. He’s cool.” Adam heard the shower shut off, and wondered how much he should really say. “He’s American, but he lived in London for a while, he said. You know, I think his dad might have even worked at the air base?”

“No,” Pepper laughed. “No way. Only you, Adam, would find the one American in the entire world who even knows about Tadfield and grew up in London. And of course he’s obsessed with weather. You should find out if he lived in Tadfield at any point, like when he was a baby or something.”

Adam considered it. “Nah,” he said at length.”What’re the odds?” He yawned, as Lucky stepped out of the bathroom, dressed only in boxers, scrubbing his hair dry with a towel. “I’m sure we’ll talk about it at some point.”

“You’d better. Tired?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, me too.” He heard the sound of sheets and pillows being pushed around. “Might try to get a couple hours before I have to go.”

“‘M gonna go to sleep too.” He let his eyes drift closed. “Jet lag’s brutal.”

“I bet. And all that time in the car probably didn’t help.” She yawned again. “Can you send us more videos tomorrow?”

“If I see anything, yeah.”

“You think you might?”

“Dunno. Everything’s supposed to happen in the afternoon, so we’re gonna wait to see what the morning looks like.”

“Well. Send us stuff even if you don’t see anything. Send us videos of weird Americans.”

“Yeah, okay. Talk to you later, Pep.” He hung up the phone, laughing while he did so.

Lucky flopped into his own bed, yanking the covers up over himself. “Friends?”

“Yeah, back home. Pepper.”

“Isn’t England like … six hours ahead of us?”

“Yeah.” Adam shrugged. “I dunno, she said she was up. Figured I’d give her a call.” He grinned at his phone, before locking the screen and plugging it in to charge. “I sent the gang a video of the hail. Most of them prob’ly never seen hail that big before.”

“Yeah, that was wild.” He folded his hands behind his head. “Hope we get a tornado tomorrow.”

“That’d be cool.” He sighed. “Pep told me to send more videos. Said if there wasn’t anything interesting in the weather I could send her videos of crazy Americans.”

Lucky laughed. “I’ll act extra crazy tomorrow if we don’t get any weather. You can send her a video.”

“I’m not sure she’d count you since you grew up in London.”

“Nah, only until I was eleven, and even then other than the like … the housekeepers and the gardner, everyone was American. Well, except Nanny. But she was Scottish.” He shrugged. “Then my dad got reassigned back to the States and I’ve lived stateside ever since. So I’m pretty American.”

“Eleven?” Adam asked, pointedly not opening his eyes. “Huh.”

“Yeah it was weird.” Lucky yawned. “There was this whole thing in the middle east and then boom, back to America, no more England. Honestly, I think my mom was just sick of random diplomatic trips. I’ll tell you about it some time, that whole trip to the middle east was so weird.”

“Yeah,” Adam replied, faintly, feigning fatigue. “Yeah, gotta remember to tell me about it. Never been to the middle east.”

“You’re not missing anything. Avocado farms and weird professors and that’s about it, far as I remember.” He shut the light off, and rolled over, away from Adam. “G’night, dude.”

“Night,” said Adam, on autopilot. Minutes later, he heard quiet snoring, and all the better, because his mind was racing.

Most eighteen-year-old boys are, by nature, not particularly introspective. They may be bright, the may be clever, they may be well-educated and top of their class and very high-achieving, but it’s the rare boy who is capable of reflecting on all of the information presented to him, reconciling it with what he already knows, and then reaching accurate, logical conclusions that may be distressing to him. Often, denial worms its way in early, and until the correct answer knocks the boy in question directly on the head, the powerful lure of denial will always draw him away, convince him that another conclusion is more likely, or more desirable.

Adam Young, though, was not most eighteen-year-old boys. To start, he was the Antichrist, even if he’d turned his back on that years ago and preferred not to think of himself in those terms. Further, he was quietly introspective, a trait he’d developed due to, well, being the Antichrist, and always, in spite of himself, watching his own thoughts for hints of Not Being Adam. Messing About. Antichristly things, essentially.

That could be to his advantage even now, though. And right now, his mind was cranking into overdrive, combing through what he knew. Warlock Dowling - father might have worked in Tadfield, was working in England when Warlock - Lucky - was born, Lucky was raised in England. Satanist nanny and monk gardner. Random trip to the middle east when he was eleven, followed by a sudden departure from London, never to return to the UK again. Or the middle east, come to think of it.

Adam wondered if he had stayed in touch with anybody from London. Particularly, the nanny and the gardner.

It all sounded very suspicious.

“We would have been with you from the beginning, you know, but there was a mix-up,” Aziraphale had told him once, years ago. Adam remembered that he’d gone to Aziraphale crying - it happened sometimes, more then but still these days, blessedly rarely - about what he’d done in the few brief hours when he really was the Antichrist. The things he might have brought about. The fate he and the world had so narrowly avoided. “We would have loved to be with you.” Adam remembered how the angel had hugged him, stroked his hair, dried his tears. “It was an unfair burden to lay at your feet, Adam, and Crowley and I always wanted to help but … there was a mistake. Best laid plans, and all that. It doesn’t undo what was done, and I am frightfully sorry about the lead-up, the way we treated - or didn’t treat - you, but know that had we known, we would have been there. But Adam, even then, you were brilliant. You are brilliant.”

There was a mix-up.

Warlock Dowling snored gently.

The next morning dawned hot and humid. Lucky and Adam woke with the alarm around nine, and lazily set about getting ready for the day. Adam checked his phone to find messages from his friends about the hail storm (“don’t let those brain you,” from his sister and, “dude what if it hits you,” from Brian), replied when he felt it was indicated, and pulled on a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt. Lucky was ready to go shortly after, and they stepped out of the motel room and into the air. Lucky made a noise of disgust.

“Talk about humid.”

“Ugh, yeah,” Adam agreed, trying to ignore how his t-shirt was already sticking to his skin, even though he’d only just come outside. “Good storm weather though, yeah?”

“Should be. I’m sure we’ll get a look at the radar over breakfast.” He rubbed his hands together. “Let’s get us a tornado today, huh?”

“Or some serious hail,” Adam agreed. A part of him - a large part of him - wanted to say sod it to the weather and have a serious talk with Lucky about his upbringing, his birth, his life to that point. How old was Lucky? They were roughly the same age, Adam knew that, but they could easily be a year or so apart, and all of the stuff that sounded suspiciously occult might have just been a coincidence. After all, it was all relatively easy to explain, in the harsh light and oppressive humidity of the Oklahoma day: American diplomat posted at a British airbase, family moved to the nearest metropolitan area, lived there for years, made a brief foray to the middle east - and America was so involved there around that time, Adam remembered, that that was hardly unusual - and then returned to America. Unusual, certainly, but not … occult. And having a diplomat for a father wasn’t exactly commonplace, so even then a bit of unusual-ness could be forgiven.

The Scottish Satanist nanny, though, reared her presence in his mind. The monk gardner. Good and evil.

Adam shook his head, when he realized that Lucky was speaking to him. They’d walked to the truck together while Adam thought and, on autopilot, he had set his stuff in the bed of the truck and closed the gate. Noel and Rachael were nowhere to be seen, not yet, but Adam thought he heard them talking on the other side of the motel. “Huh?” he said, looking to Lucky.

“Nothing,” the other boy shrugged. “Just talking about the radar. All this moisture and warmth - if we have any cold air from the northwest at all, we run a really good chance of catching a storm today.”

“Yup.” Adam leaned back against the truck and looked around the parking lot idly, arms crossed over his chest in spite of the heat. He met eyes with a stranger - a businessman, by the looks of him, dressed all in brown, with neatly-combed salt-and-pepper hair - that was sitting on the trunk of his rental car, reading a book. The two exchanged taut smiles, and the stranger returned to his book. “Hopefully out in the middle of nowhere, where we can get a good luck without too much people an’ stuff being around.”

“Yeah, that’d be ideal.” Lucky waved to Noel and Rachael as they approached. “Hey guys!”

Rachael raised her thermos in greeting. “Morning morning! You guys ready to hit it? The radar looks pretty good.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yep.” Adam opened the back gate of the truck for her, and she tossed her bag in. “You hungry? I’m starving. Hop in, we’re gonna hit the Waffle House and go over the game plan.”

“No Dunkin?” Lucky looked surprised.

“Gonna mix it up today, get exciting.” Noel snickered. “And also she has her own bag that she used to brew a pot in the room earlier this morning, so she’s already fueled-up.” He dropped his voice to a stage whisper. “She’s an addict, guys, I’m telling you.”

The boys laughed, while Rachael pointed out, “There’s worse things. Alright, load up, we have a storm to talk about, and I want some waffles!”

The Waffle House was such a uniquely American experience that Adam started taking video almost as soon as they entered. From the way the entire restaurant greeted them as they walked in, to the waiter’s accent, to the menu itself, he sent all of the snaps to his friends. There was no reply, not when it was so early in England, but he looked forward to the messages that would probably come through later, after everyone was up.

He tucked into a truly massive waffle and two eggs for breakfast, topped with a few strips of crispy bacon. It tasted exactly like he’d imagined it would, and he devoured it with gusto, finishing before Rachael even got through her second cup of coffee. Noel, still working at his omelet, pulled his laptop out of his bag and handed it over the table to Adam. “Check out the radar, Adam, and see what you think. There’s some really interesting stuff shaping up; let me know where you think it might be.”

Adam cracked the computer open. Next to him, Lucky studied the screen intently with dark eyes while Adam poked the cursor around the radar screen, randomly at first, and then slowly in a more organized fashion, tracing fronts and pressure systems, gradually hovering more consistently over a spot in mid-Kansas. Lucky nodded, never speaking, when he agreed, pointing at times. Across the table, Noel and Rachael shared companionable silence, Rachael with her coffee cradled in her hands and Noel slowly working at his omelet.

“Ready to show your work?” Rachael gestured to Adam to turn the laptop around, after he and Lucky had exchanged a few words and seemed to settle on a location. “Let’s see it.”

“I think,” Adam said slowly, pointing to the screen, “the best shot of anything happening is going to be right around here.”

“Hey!” Rachael grinned broadly. “Nice job, guys!”

“Yeah?” They exchanged a high-five. “Yeah!”

“Maybe a little more east,” Noel added, after he’d swallowed his last bite of omelet. “But really good for day two! What made you settle on that area?”

Adam and Warlock traded off explanation duties as Rachael settled up with the waiter, she and Noel adding information and correcting them as needed. In the truck, they settled in, Rachael in the driver’s seat for the first leg, and set course for Kansas. There wouldn’t be as much lecturing today, Noel assured them, and although Adam was eager to learn, he was truthfully a little grateful for the break. As they drove across the plains, he and Lucky put their headphones in, Adam listening to his downloaded playlist of tried-and-true favorites while he took video of the blue skies and white clouds, saving them to send later, when he could get to wi-fi. Around nine, he did get a text from Aziraphale - Crowley’s phone, of course, but the grammar and punctuation gave the angel away - bidding him to stay safe and out of trouble. He smiled, faintly, and settled back in the seat to watch the landscape drift by.

Lunch was sandwiches from a little deli they passed on their way through a town for gas. Adam savored the turkey and cheese in the back of the truck, Noel informing them that the time would be tight for the afternoon storms and they couldn’t afford a proper stop. He must have drifted off after he ate, because the next time he woke it was because Rachael had nudged his knee. She pointed to the screen of her laptop, excited. Adam leaned in. “Look at this,” she said, excited. Adam nudged Lucky, who had likewise drifted asleep with his headphones in, and ignored the muzzy noises the other boy made as he woke. “See the body of it there? It’s been holding steady for the last hour.”

Adam squinted. “Is that a hook echo?” He pointed to a part of the screen. Rachael, thoughtful, turned the screen to look. “Ah, no! But it might be an elephant trunk-type signature …” She studied it for a few seconds. “We’ll keep an eye on it. You awake, Lucky?”

“Mm yeah.” Still blinking the sleep from his eyes, Lucky unbuckled his belt, the better to lean forward and study the computer.

“Check out the base velocity data.” She changed views, and both boys blinked. “Do you know what you’re looking at?”

“Not … really.” Adam cocked his head. “Something about the wind speed in relation to the radar site?”

“I think I’ve seen it before,” Lucky chimed in. “Is it … wait. Green away and red toward? Or red away? Or is it speed …”

Rachael shook her head. “Not quite, but you guys are already ahead of the game - a lot of chasers your age don’t know anything about base velocity until after their first chase. So Lucky, it’s red away, and green toward.” She pointed to the screen. “Doesn’t really have anything to do with the speed of the winds, just how they’re moving in relation to the weather station. So when we’re looking for rotation, obviously, we want to see red and green really close to each other, right?”

“Makes sense,” Lucky agreed.

“So look here.” She pointed. “Now this stuff up here -” she twitched her hand to gesture vaguely at a scattering of red amongst green, “- I think is just artefact but this, this looks concentrated. See that?”

Adam and Lucky exchanged a look. “Like, it’s the dot, right?” Adam guessed.

“More or less.” Rachael flipped back to the regular radar view. “But you see how it correlates to a high-precipitation area? Means there’s probably a mesocyclone in there.” She clenched and unclenched her fingers, excited. “We might get a tornado today, guys. Definitely a lot of lightning, if the precipitation holds together.”

“How far out are we?” Lucky asked, shifting anxiously in his seat.

Noel answered this time. “Probably an hour or two. We should start seeing some more interesting clouds soon. Keep your eyes peeled.”

Adam and Lucky settled back, each looking out of their own window, while Rachael and Noel talked about something else - photography, something with Rachael’s lightning set-up - in the front seat.

“Have you ever seen a tornado?” Adam asked Lucky, as he craned his neck to see more to the front of the truck.

“Oh, yeah! Not up close, but one time in Virginia there was a little one and I could see it from the back yard. It didn’t last very long, but it was really cool. You?”

Adam thought about the tornado in Tadfield, when he was eleven. “Nah,” he said, stuffing the memory away. “Been in a few bigger storms, but you know … England.”

“Yeah, really severe weather isn’t really a big thing over there, huh? They get tornados though sometimes. I think.”

“Really little ones usually, yeah,” Adam agreed. “They don’t last long, normally, or do much damage.”

“I know another chaser from England,” Noel chimed in as he drove. “He comes over for the season every year. We were talking about it one time, he said that England has the second-most tornadoes per land area in the world.”

“Seriously?” Adam blinked.

“Yeah, but it’s a small area.” Lucky frowned. “And they’re not big?”

“No,” Noel agreed. “Not usually. He lives right in what he calls England’s tornado alley.” He laughed. “A little southwest from London I think he said? I can’t remember the name of the town. Most of the twisters there are around 95MPH wind speed, so they’re not really that powerful, but he told me he chases over there sometimes, if he’s home when they’re around. He showed me a few photos.”

“It was pretty cool - you don’t really think about tornadoes in England,” Rachael chipped in, absently. “Where in England is Tadfield, Adam?”

“Northwest of London,” he answered, using the city as a reference point. “About, oh, two hour drive I think, usually.” He did not add that most of the recent times he traveled to and from London by car, the car was being driven by a demon, and travel time was therefore significantly reduced. “It’s not a big village at all. Biggest thing there is the air base, and even that’s pretty small now. Population-wise, anyway. It’s mostly computers.”

“I think that’s why my dad got reassigned to London,” Lucky said thoughtfully. “Plus, you know, diplomat. London made more sense I guess.”

“Yeah it would do.” Adam looked sidelong at the other boy. Lucky didn’t notice, staring out of the window. “So you were born in London?”

“No, actually. It’s kind of a crazy story - my parents were supposed to fly in to the air base together, but my mom ended up having to go alone for a few days because there was something with the president? I dunno, Dad never actually said what it was. But anyway Mom flew in and then like, went into labor while she was staying at the air base waiting for him, so I ended up being born there.” He shook his head.

“Oh.” Born at the air base. Adam could have laughed with the relief of it. Another thought occurred to him. “Aren’t pregnant women not supposed to fly, though?”

“I dunno, probably.” He shrugged. “I guess when the president says go, you go.” He snorted. “And then, so like, she’s at the air base, but then she said they didn’t have a doctor that knew how to deliver babies? So she had to go to this weird hospital with nuns to have me. Worked out in the end, Dad got there after I was born and we went to the place in London like they’d planned.”

Weird hospital with nuns. The words echoed in Adam’s ears, in between the pounding rush of his own heartbeat. Weird nuns. Satanic nuns, maybe? How do you ask if someone was born in a hospital full of Satanic nuns?

“Wild story,” said Rachael from the front seat, but as far as Adam was concerned, she might have been a thousand miles away. “See the clouds up ahead?”

“Supercell!” he heard Lucky say, distantly, and the other boy - the other boy who was born in a weird hospital with nuns, to a politically-connected family, and then raised by a satanic nanny and had a monk for a gardener, and then went to the middle east when he was eleven - leaned forward to start chattering on with Rachael and Noel. About storms.

Adam loved weather, but at the moment, nothing could be further from his mind.

“When’s your birthday?” he blurted out, stopping the other three mid-conversation. And then he blinked, realizing what he’d done, as Rachael and Lucky looked to him, puzzled. “Sorry, never mind, wasn’t paying attention.” He forced a weak smile.

“August 23. You okay?”

“Yeah,” Adam lied, immediately turning to look out the window. “Wow, check out that cell!”

“... Yeah. It’s big.” Lucky looked over to Rachael, who had raised her eyebrows questioningly. Even Noel was glancing curiously between the two students in the rearview mirror. Lucky shrugged at Rachael, the universal ‘I have no idea’ gesture. “You alright, Adam? Really?”

“Fine.” We have the same birthday, born in a weird hospital with nuns, we’re probably the same age, they thought I was him, they thought he was it, it was him, it was this guy …

“Nerves are totally normal,” Noel said a little more quietly, not taking his eyes off the road, or the storm cell ahead. “Don’t worry - we’re gonna get plenty of videos if anything happens, but we’ll keep our distance. It’s early still - by the time we’re five weeks in you’re gonna wanna drive the truck yourself.”

It was him, he was the mix-up, it was - And then Adam stopped himself, because some part of him realized that this wasn’t productive, he wouldn’t change or alter anything with this line of thinking, and furthermore, he was in the back of a truck which was headed straight for what looked, on radar, to be a supercell with significant tornadic potential. “No, it’s fine,” he insisted, with a shake of his head. “No, I’m sorry. Sorry, really, I think I’m just still a little messed up from the time change, but I’m fine. Seriously,” he added, when Rachael and Lucky looked to him, radiating concern and curiosity. “Let’s do it - I’m so ready.”

Rachael watched his face for another minute and then made a decision, apparently, because she nodded ever-so-slightly, and turned back to her laptop, maneuvering it so the two in the back seat could have a better view of the screen. “Good, because you see that on radar?”

“Hook artefact,” Lucky breathed, as Adam watched the picture twist on the screen, the red blob at the center of the storm leaving a trail to the southwest that was just so slightly starting to curve north-easterly.

“I think so. Let’s take a look at the base velocity.” As she switched views she grinned, and Adam saw what she was moving to point toward right away. “See it?”

“Mesocyclone?” Adam asked, eyes wide, insisting his brain focus on the task at hand. There would be plenty of time to really process the fact that he was sitting with the other Antichrist - the not-Antichrist, the mix-up kid - and hunting tornadoes with him later.

“I think so.” Rachael looked up, out of the windshield, and the students followed her gaze. Ahead, the clouds towered, gray and ominous and piled on top of one another, all the way up to the stratosphere. “Looks good for a tornado, guys.” A bolt of lightning shot through the clouds, illuminating pockets and curves. “Let’s get it.”

Now with Chapter 8!

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Have you recently suffered a loss of work, a loved one in spirit, lost innocence, lost health, lost youth and vitality?

LIVE Appearances - Free Healing

Thursday Sept. 23rd - The Global Gathering

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Tampa Office Sessions

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Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! Click here to watch the Mastery video playlist

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365dailyaffirmations · 4 years

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TGIWednesday and party like it's MY birthday

TGIWednesday News

Get Jimmy's Bday19 Discount Here!

TGIWednesday Download

Fish Food

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

From the Fish Box

Monthly LIVE Zoom Event

Next MySwitchWorks Live Zoom Event Wednesday August 26th 7:30-8pm ET August: Themes of Loss

Have you recently suffered a loss of work, a loved one in spirit, lost innocence, lost health, lost youth and vitality?

LIVE Appearances - Free Healing

Thursday Sept. 23rd - The Global Gathering

The Jimmy Mack Healing Show

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Tampa Office Sessions

FRIDAY KODAWARI YOGA STUDIOS

Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! Click here to watch the Mastery video playlist

LEARN MORE HERE

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

For those who aren't familiar, here's the list of the MyBeliefWorks™ audio library.

TGIFunny

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advancedthetapractitioner · 4 years

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TGIWednesday and party like it's MY birthday

View this email online

TGIWednesday News

Get Jimmy's Bday19 Discount Here!

TGIWednesday Download

Fish Food

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

From the Fish Box

Monthly LIVE Zoom Event

Next MySwitchWorks Live Zoom Event Wednesday August 26th 7:30-8pm ET August: Themes of Loss

Have you recently suffered a loss of work, a loved one in spirit, lost innocence, lost health, lost youth and vitality?

LIVE Appearances - Free Healing

Thursday Sept. 23rd - The Global Gathering

The Jimmy Mack Healing Show

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Tampa Office Sessions

FRIDAY KODAWARI YOGA STUDIOS

Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! Click here to watch the Mastery video playlist

LEARN MORE HERE

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

For those who aren't familiar, here's the list of the MyBeliefWorks™ audio library.

TGIFunny

Forward

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