#unknown time zone error fix

[alaskansims]

For anyone who is getting the "Unknown Time Zone" error on Simfileshare and struggling to find a fix, here is what has helped me remedy the error. @thedanielleelle suggested that I make a formal post to help others. Thanks, lovely ♡

Hopefully this helps others as well~

@mspoodle1 @nornities

[thedanielleelle]

is anyone else getting the “unknown time zone error” when your trying to open simfileshare?? It refuses to open on my laptop but it works on my phone???

I’ve tried anything and everything I could think of: I cleared my cache, cookies, reloaded the page, tried other creators, different browser, even gave it some time hoping it would fix itself miraculously but it won’t open on my laptop at all even though I use the same browser on both devices

idk I don’t get it and it’s frustrating because then I can’t download anything if the creator has no alternative dl link so pls if anyone has any way to solve this please let me know! 😩

(also before anyone says or mentions I’m being so so seriously careful especially after the whole situation)

[transgenderdoctorwhomst]

tell us the linux story. 🎤

OKAY this is going to get a lot of technobabble probably but I'll try to simplify and explain everything. Also some of the explainations may not be technically correct, im a Casual hobbyist. Long post warning.

So, this started when I was checking my windows error logs, because my computer had started to randomly blue screen (again) (it stopped for a while but I suspect it was just happening in sleep mode). So I check the logs, and it's. It's bad. There's SO many errors. Windows has apparently been throwing up under the hood. I showed a computer adept friend and his response was "Oh God" followed up by "i think you need to reinstall your OS" so that was great.

First I'm directed to do what I'll call a soft reinstall, which is basically windows redownloads the OS and applies it as an update. You get to keep your stuff. I back up Everything to my external hard drive anyways because I know better. Do the install, check the logs the next day, windows is still throwing up. I'm told I will likely have to do a fresh install of windows.

I decide, fuck it, let's take a look at linux. I was planning on swotching to linux next time i get a computer anyways. How installing linux works, is you basically download an ISO file of the linux version you want, and use a program to put it on a USB or DVD, and stick it in your computer for it to boot off of. So, you're running linux completely separate from the rest of your computer, just using the hardware. Whatever you do in this environment isn't saved, so it's supposed to be a safe way to test out an OS. I imagine for people who aren't me, it is.

I try Ubunto, decide i want to try linux mint instead for petty reasons (Ubunto doesn't have shortcuts built in, mint does, i didn't feel like going to the command prompt every time I wanted to make a shortcut).

To do this, I have to restart my computer back into windows, so i can download and make the mint USB. I have not installed linux yet.

I promptly learn windows has decided to murder me for booting Anything off a USB. It's aggressively encrypted both of my hard drives. (The external drive is fine, it wasn't plugged in.) This is a security measure it must have activated in case I was a Hacker trying to bypass my login password. I cannot use my password to fix it.

Luckily, if I install Ubuntu to a drive, it'll format that drive and basically rescue it from the grips of windows. This is why I backed everything up, because windows is a piece of shit. I do that. I pick the one with windows to fucking eradicate windows.

My original plan was dual-booting windows and linux, simply because I wanted to make sure I could still run games that might not work on linux. Oh well, I decide. I'll just do mint.

I use Ubuntu to make the mint USB, wipe the other drive with mint, and then reformat the Ubunto drive. This is fine! It's great. Linux is responsive and my steam games are happy, because somehow valve made a thing that just Makes Games Work On Linux.

Now, I have a Legally Obtained Copy of ac3. There's specific ways to install windows games onto Linux like this, using a thing called WINE, and a program called lutris. Wine just sort of... translates windows stuff into Linux??? You can install windows drivers with it. Lutris is a game hub that manages all that using WINE for video games.

(I successfully installed the .Net framework with wine. Which if you're like me and have ever had a fucking nightmare trying and failing to install it on windows for Gaming, you will know this feels like stepping into the twilight zone to see.)

Anyways, for reasons unknown to me still, it has some kind of problem getting the installer to run. Okay, I say, I'll go back to my dual boot plan. I make a windows 11 install ISO on mint, boot off it, encounter thirty problems I don't understand and have to remake the ISO like three times, and then get windows installed. I also learned how to set the default drive to boot from using the BIOS, aka the super scary thing you shouldn't touch unless you're doing insane computer sjit like this. Turns out the windows USB installer needs to be the default boot while installing.

Note here: don't be me. Always install windows first, and THEN linux. They both have dual booting managers, and the second install overrides the first, and you NEED the linux boot manager.

NEW exciting windows problems! It cannot percieve my wifi card. Or, as I later learn, act like a fucking gaming laptop. It also fucks Linux again so I have to reinstall mint. I take the time to politely partition the drives (split it up into chunks, basically, so the windows-storage doesn't interact with the linux-storage), and disable the security thing windows freaked out and triggered earlier to encrypt my drives. Yay! My OS's are now installed and linux is in charge of booting, which is good because the windows booter can't tell the computer to boot into linux.

I use rose's computer to download and install a bunch of drivers that my windows install lacks in an attempt to fix the wifi, no dice. Currently I am waiting for a wifi USB adapter to see if that will get around it.

At this point, I decide to install AC3. Install goes okay! It's giving me a weird error with the launcher, but it worked on the second install, so okay. Except there's a problem: once it gets past the safety warnings and stuff, it decides to drop to 1fps. Messing with the game settings doesn't change this. Reinstalling doesn't fix this. I complain to rose. I install every driver related to my laptop I can think of. 1fps. No wifi. Audio works fine though!

I then remember a random thing a redditor mentioned while I was working with lutris: installing the game on windows, and using external storage to copy that install to limux.

So... I do that. I add it to lutris. I open the game.

It Just Works. No lag. Fully working. What the fuck. I installed the make on WINDOWS and fucking LINUX was running it better.

At this point, I had been working on this for three days, and it was 4am. I felt insane! I still feel insane! It just works!

Now, it's basically just messing with windows again tomorrow when the wifi adapter arrives, and finishing transferring everything to linux. And other small things that are basically just quality of life for me.

Windows is just going to be my non-steam windows games installer, basically. I don't think I'll need all 400gb i partitioned off for windows, I'll probably reduce it to 250gb or 300gb, so linux can have Even More. I literally just need it for edge cases and running game installers.

So, that's what I spent my weekend doing!!!!! Do more research than me if you change to linux, kids.

[tanadrin]

@kata4a:

oooh do you have examples?

These just come from Campbell and Poser 2008, but:

Joseph Greenberg is of course a major offender. Multilateral mass comparison... just doesn't work. By Greenberg's criteria, Japanese is a better fit for his "Amerindian language" category than many actual Native American languages. It doesn't help that his data is terrible, and he makes it worse by abusing it (e.g., inventing morpheme boundaries where none are in evidence). He simply seems to have gotten impatient with the comparative method in the late 80s, and idk, maybe he thought if he "discovered" a bunch of language families, eventually some would stick and he'd get credit for them? Or he's just another researcher whose quality of work suffered greatly late in life. I suspect it helped that he had a small body of enthusiastic students like Merrit Ruehlen that may have served as the social validation one needs to descend into increasingly crankish territory.

Joanna Nichols is explicitly trying to look at language movements and relatedness beyond the time depth the comparative method affords, but her methods have a lot of obvious problems. She divides the world somewhat arbitrarily into "spread zones" of low linguistic diversity and "accretion zones" of high linguistic diversity, without much attention to how these zones are historically contingent. She's big on typology as a classification tool, which I think is total nonsense--it's really hard to find typological features which are truly fixed, and it smacks of glottogonic theories of the "inner nature" of a language. Campbell and Poser also note a lot of other specific issues with her data and methodology. It's telling to me that Colin Renfrew likes her work, because Colin Renfrew is wrong about a lot of things (most notably the Anatolian Hypothesis).

RMW Dixon is an Australianist, and if Campbell and Poser are to be believed, Australianists are kind of weird in general. He eschews the tree model for a borrowing-and-diffusion heavy one--and in so doing overstates the extent to which mainstream historical linguistics relies on a strict tree model. He favors a punctuated equilibrium model borrowed from biology, where during equilibrium diffusion/areal effects mean languages converge toward a common prototype, and diversify at moments of punctuation. As in biology, this seems to work fine as a thought experiment but be contradicted by actual data; languages can diverge substantially even in periods of stability and relative harmony (and rapid conquest can facilitate homogenization!). Dixon's model also seems to rest on an assumption of pre-urban society as uniformly pristine and timeless. Wholesale language convergence is extremely rare--in fact basically unknown outside the kind of population displacements and extreme social disruptions found with colonialism. Even in cases of heavy language borrowing, it's still usually possible to identify a language's overall affinity, and we don't see the kind of convergence that would render the comparative method totally useless.

In general overzealous criticism of the "tree diagram" is misplaced; borrowing and influence have always been important to historical linguistics, and indeed to the comparative method. This is not some huge oversight that linguists have failed to account for!

One big problem with many of these guys is that they aspire to such grand heights they are inevitably pulling in data from language families representing very large numbers of languages, and they very rarely have specialist knowledge in more than a couple (sometimes, as in the case of Greenberg, not even that). This means they often don't know the history of these languages, treating as conserved features which are really recent and vice-versa, and they are limited to data collected by others. Even when operating in good faith, this can lead to copying others' errors or accidentally introducing your own through mis-transcription or misinterpretation.

My impression is that the big success stories of historical linguistics like Indo-European and Semitic and Austronesian and so forth were built out gradually--you reconstruct sound correspondences and a protolanguage group by group, and only later start linking those groups together, and sometimes you have to incorporate new data that arrived late that shakes everything up. It's hard work. It's frequently very boring! And it often benefits from being very well-versed in the languages you are studying. But a lot of long-range comparison projects, even ones that use traditional methods, get greedy and fall prey to the same problems. Nostratic is a good example: it's based on the comparative method, but it's a huge grouping, and its proponents have applied the comparative method pretty loosely.

I love historical linguists who are like “the comparative method is too limited! It doesn’t let us see further back into the past! We need new approaches!” But their new approach is just a fancy way of, like. Making shit up. And I mean, sure, you can peer infinitely far back into the past if you are willing to make shit up. But the shot you make up has no informational value! Because it is made up! You gotta prove your alternative method actually works before you declare it superior.

[bobbys-naughty-corner]

Braiding your hair

Bokuto, ushijima, tendou, x poc!f!Reader

(I have 4c hair. So you can imagine how hard it would be for anyone to even attempt to style it.)

“How long does it take?” Ushijima stares at the back of your head as you braid your hair. He’s been dying to touch your curly afro. He knows how much you doesn’t like when people touch your hair so he keeps his hands to himself. He doesn’t understand that he’s an exception because he respects your boundaries. “I don’t know maybe a hour or two.” You tell him and you finish your small braid, starting another part in your scalp. “Do you ever tangle your fingers?” He asks you. Braiding is hard and braiding your own hair is even harder. But why go to a salon when you could do it on your bedroom floor for free and in the comfort of your own home. Despite the trail and error of a perfect part you have not tangled your fingers. “No babe, Would you like to try?” You ask him. He shakes his head, he doesn’t want to ruin your hard work in anyway. It looks so hard and he’s sure he couldn’t do it like you. He’s scared he might pull to hard or even knot your hair. So many errors can happen with his big hands he doesn’t want to risk it. He just truly enjoys watching the process.

Bokuto knows how to braid. He’s learned from his mom and sisters at a young age. But when he sees you braiding your hair it was a whole new ball game. Of course he offers to help. Confident in his own small skill. Unprepared for what’s to come. He didn’t know about stretching, he was so unfamiliar with your hair texture. Your thick hard was so confusing to him he had knotted your hair a few times. Inevitably he was defeated by you curls. He lost so bad he sulked in bed while you picked out the knotted braid he made. He felt useless, dumb, ignorant. Obviously he was none of those things. You taught him as carefully as you could. “Take your time and look at what you’re doing.” You watched his reflection in the mirror to make sure he’s doing it right. “A good grip is key.” Each tip you gave him made him work harder. “Don’t pull so hard, my head isn’t going anywhere.” “Sorry.” He apologizes with a laugh. He was so cute. Completely in the zone. Trying his best to make it look as good as yours. Sometimes he was pouty when he couldn’t finish one without you taking over but he smiled proudly every time you congratulate him on a full braid. “Yeah, just like that!” After multiple braiding sessions he was above beginner level. Able to even part your hair too. He’d beg to braid your hair after you washed it. He loved feeling your soft curls and was fascinated in how it could shrink so much just from water. He wished his hair was like yours, he’d never stop touching it.

Tendou gets his fingers tangled, all the time. He’ll beg to help you, countless times. No matter how much you tell him no. Sometimes he’ll just get started. Sitting behind you and grabbing the comb right out of your hand and pretending he knows exactly what he’s doing. Makes a random part that isn’t even clean or straight. He always curves for an unknown reason. And what can you do? He just wants to be helpful, honest to God. He has no ill intention and really wants to learn. Unfortunately braiding hair isn’t for everyone. His long fingers just couldn’t get the hang of it. They get in the way, he doesn’t know where to twist, his method is flawed and as much as you tried to fix it it was hopeless. You have to help him out of his mess and tell him to wash his hands. When he comes back he just sits around you, getting closer every two minutes of so. Finally seated right in front of you, talking to you as you do your hair. It’s not like you were able to do your hair properly at first. Everyone starts somewhere and some people just have to practice harder. ((Question: would you continue to teach him every time? I have patience but to a certain extent and if he kept trying to do my hair and messing up I’d probably yell at him (and feel terrible about it).))

[an0nm0m]

The Beginning of Something NEW

Hello human beings,

I decided to start this blog to release a few things. A lot of things…everything that needs to be released. All the negative things. All the hurt. All the pain. There is a ton of unknowns that I hope to know soon. I guess that makes sense. Unknowns about myself. I tend to self-sabotage and umm ION like that. It’s a lot of healing that needs to take place. Well, a little about me before we dive into the Hunger Games of the Mind of a Maniac.

Well, I’m a mom and a wife© I literally have the best little family ever. I wouldn’t trade them for the world. I love to learn but somehow, I struggle to retain the information at times -_- At least that’s what I tell myself. I love to read books even though I don’t read as much as I would like. I tend to start things and never finish them. It’s like I’m clueless to consistency. Lawd just sad. Its ok I’m going to fix that. I like to plan things as in I have a dang planner and I use it from time to time. So umm what’s the problem. FEAR. Shheeshhh I won’t even get on that topic just yet.

So yeah let’s see… I’m tapping deeper into the tech world, specifically Cybersecurity. I plan to take you along the journey with me. Umm I’m literally all over the place and I plan to try to limit that. IM NOT A WRITER. SO, THERE WILL BE TONS OF GRAMATICAL ERRORS and hell that’s ok. At least for now. I’m too old to not know when to use too and to. Inserts serious face and then laugh hysterically. I’m going to use this blog to help with that. There is so much I would like to improve about myself so I will list them and maybe again this blog will help with that. I guess somehow keep me accountable. Well let’s start with that list and go from there.

The never-ending list of improvements/GOALS. I guess by adding in GOALS its makes it sound so much better. Anyways, see list below. I’ll try not to ramble much but hey that’s just me!

Become a better me-Loving me regardless-flaws and all

Do whatever the hell I want and not worry about what others may think

Take better care of myself

Confidence- cause baby you look goodt

Set boundaries and stick to it

Dress like yo life depended on it lol chile I really love fashion and luxury :)

Bring out my creative side

Don’t feel bad for how I feel or think-my opinions matter

Stay consistent

Focus on being healthy

Zone in on fitness

Focus on grammar -_-

Communication-understand emotions and expressing my emotions

Learn some big words and pop yo ish bahahaha

Be a better wife

Be a better Mommy

Wealth

Put myself first from time to time-ain’t nothing wrong with that

Pass the Security + certification-THIS IS A MAJOR GOAL-Pray for me PLEASE

Get a Cyber Security type job either in Cyber Crime, Digital Forensics, or Penetration tester. HACKER..I don’t mind starting off as an Cyber Security Analyst..we have to start somewhere..so I just would love to start off somewhere in the Cyber Security field working from home making 6 figures okayyyy :)

Read 1 book a month..easy huh..I will make a list and share it.

Journal out my thoughts and spend some quiet time with my MAIN MAN

Smile more-Laugh a ton

WATCH EVERYTHING COME TO LIFE

Ok ill end it there...

Signed,

An0nYm0uS

[stormtodoroki]

Until Sunrise ~ Tokoyami x Reader

4,715 words

Warnings: Swearing, Reader can be a bit of a jerk

AN: Here’s another discord server prompt.

Prompt: Spooky

Summary: An unknown host has invited Class 1A to a Halloween party, when they arrive they soon find out everything isn't as it seems to be, is Class 1A being punked by Class 1B?  Read to find out! 

I hastily searched my room for my costume, all of us in class 1-A decided to go out for Halloween and I was going as a bad to the bone bounty hunter. I decided to stop looking and fix my hair, I looked in the mirror and smiled at my reflection, my hair looked good and my horror makeup was on point.  I drew a scar from my left eyebrow down to my cheek, I blended eyeshadow on my right eye and under my chin to look like nasty bruises, I also used a cotton swab dipped in blood spray to make open wounds. I was about to continue finishing up the final touches when there was a knock at the door, glancing at the clock I was confused surely bird boy wouldn't be here yet. Would he? No…  He'd be early by 2 and a half hours.  I walked to the door and when I opened it I saw my best friend Aizawa, Beth at the door dressed in Eraserhead's attire. 

"Really? Going as our teacher? I thought you said you were going to be something scary?"

Beth gave me a look and shook her head with a scoff. "Seriously? You don't think Mr. Aizawa is scary?"

Well, I do but I wasn't going to tell Beth that, so I shook my head and walked over to my mirror so I could finish my makeup, I allowed Beth to enter and told her to close the door and lock it so none of the boys peeked in. Once I heard the lock click I turned to her. 

"Got the rest of my costume ready? I'm so ready to see what ideas the boys thought of." I smirked as I grabbed the bag from Beth  and went to change in the bathroom. This party was going to be fun and I couldn't wait to win the costume contest, well if there was one… 

An hour later I looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased with the outcome, I turned to Beth and shook my head. 

"Couldn't you at  least sleep deprived yourself to look tired so it'd look more realistic? No offense  but you look like a knock off of sensei."

Beth rolled her eyes and opened the door, "Come on they're probably waiting for us." she walked  out of the room and into the Hall. By the time I made sure I had everything I needed for the night, or may have a need for, I stepped out of my dorm and headed for the common area. 

"Woooah, nice costume. You look amazing! How long did it take you to make that?"

I gave a triumphant smile and puffed out my chest with pride. "Oh, you know how creativity takes time to escape one's mind. I'd say this took about two and a half weeks to complete." Denki looked at me and laughed before he shook his head. 

"Two and a half weeks to tear up some clothes and spray fake blood on them? Wow… how many times did you screw up (Y/N)?" He clutched his stomach as he laughed. "I wasn't even asking you, I was asking Beth. Her costume is just great, I bet she could walk around town and people would think Eraserhead was shrunken by a quirk."

"Tch… it's not even that good…  You can tell that she bought it from the store and didn't even try to make it on her own." I shook my head and walked away and decided to go outside to get some fresh air, there was no way I was gonna be upstaged by someone who didn't even make their own costume, friend or not I was gonna be the best dressed at the party. 

"Hey, what are you doing out here? Thought you'd be helping the others with their final touches before we head out to the party?"

I looked over to the voice and saw Tokoyami, he was dressed like a pirate, with Dark Shadow dressed like a parrot. It was kinda cute, I felt a bit of blush rise to my cheeks but quickly shook my head. "Nothing really that important, I just wanted to get some fresh air, it's getting kind of stuffy in there with everyone freaking out over each other's costumes. I just wanted to get away from it all."

Tokoyami merely nodded and held up his invite before pointing down the walkway.

"Did you wanna maybe get a head start and walk with me to the party? I'm sure the others will catch up when they are ready to get there."

I nodded and held up my invitation and put it away before we started to walk over to the party. 

"True. Though it's kinda strange to receive an invitation to a party and not have any idea who it's from isn't it? I mean there was no signature on it, what if it's a prank from class 1B? I mean everyone from 1A was invited…  doesn't that seem a bit weird to you Tokoyami?"

Tokoyami robbed his head in thought as we continued to walk and shrugged. "I do agree that it may seem a bit unordinary to receive an invitation without knowing our host, but it is possible they wish to remain unknown as part of the theme of the party. After all it is Halloween, our host must be playing their role without error to be more convincing."

I nodded, perhaps he was right, Halloween is a time for good scares, perhaps it was just part of a themed party, and I was overthinking everything due to the recent events that my classmates and I have gone through. 

"Hey! Wait up!"

Tokoyami and I turned around and saw four of our classmates running towards us, as they got closer I scowled internally to myself. Izuku was dressed as All Might, go figure he'd dress as his favorite hero, Uraraka had dressed up as a bunny which was actually kind of cute,I had to fight myself from squealing out loud. I looked over towards the other two who ran toward us and saw Beth with Todoroki, who dressed up as a werewolf, it was pretty convincing to say the least and appeared to be homemade. I looked between the four and turned to Izuku, Uraraka, and Todoroki and gave the trio a smile. 

"Oh hey you guys, great costumes. They look amazing, did you guys make them on your own?"

Uraraka and Izuku nodded while Todoroki shook his head, I turned to him and cocked my head to the side. But it looks so good and unprofessionally made, why'd he shake his head no? 

"I didn't want to go to this, it seems childish to go to Halloween parties. But Beth practically begged me to go until I agreed." Todoroki looked to her unamused and shook his head. "It was quite annoying actually, I only agreed to make her shut up. I didn't think I'd actually have to wear a costume  but everyone insisted, so I grabbed the first thing I found and went with it."

"Well, it looks great on you, you could have fooled me."

Uraraka, who was whispering to Izuku, turned to me before pointing to Beth. 

"Did you know that Beth actually made her costume? She even got Aizawa-sensei to let her borrow some clothes. So cool right?!"

I scoffed and turned away to begin walking, I just wanted to get to the party and avoid those four for the rest of the night.

 "Yeah, sure. He probably did it because he wanted her to leave him alone. Just like how Todoroki only agreed to the party because he wanted Beth to leave him alone."

After walking with Tokoyami, Izuku, Uraraka, Beth and Todoroki for about 15 minutes we finally made it to a rather large estate decorated as if it were old and abandoned. Windows were broken, roofing tiles were missing, the cobwebs looked like they were left unattended for months, different areas off the rain gutter were broken off and the paint was faded and chipped. 

"Wow, someone went a bit overboard with the decorations this year huh? Oh well. I think it's cute!" 

"Ura-uraraka… Y-you think it's cute?"

"Yeah, Deku. Whoever decorated was really committed to making the house look spooky. I find that determination kinda cute!"

"I-if you say so… I guess I could see what you mean… Whoever our host is they must really like Halloween…" Izuku kept muttering about the person and the possibilities for why they were able to make their house look so amazing and what may have driven them. 

"Are you sure it's decorations? This place looks like it had been abandoned for years and decided to use it for the party… if that's even allowed."

"Whatever, FreezerBurn, let's just get inside and worry about everything else later when the others arrive. It's cold out here."

The group nodded and the six of them stood at the doors where Beth knocked and they opened on their own. 

"Okay… that's not weird at all."

 We walked in and gasped at the surroundings, more cobwebs were strewn about, broken photo frames that seemed to be at least a hundred years old hung crooked on the walls, dust had settled on most the lights and furnishings. The only modern things that stood out to them were the signs pointing to an invitation box in the wall and the two long tables filled with Halloween themed drinks and treats. 

The six of them decided to eat and talk amongst themselves while waiting for the others to arrive. Izuku and Uraraka went straight to the snacks where the two marveled at how the treats looked so well done and delicious, while Beth and Todoroki went to serve themselves drinks. It was about 10 minutes later when the rest of the class arrived in small groups. 

"Hey! (Y/N)! You guys got here kinda early huh? Man, this place looks so creepy am I right?"

Since he had approached us, Tokoyami and I were stuck by the main doors talking to Denki, who was dressed as a Pokemon or something, I didn't pay attention to his words. In fact I had been zoning out until the lights started to flicker a bit, we thought it may have been part of the decorations so we didn't pay too much attention. Not until the room was sent into a darkness, there were screams, shuffling and some curses thrown about the dark room. Soon the room erupted into light and the room let out a collective sigh of relief. 

"Thank God that didn't last long, I don't like the dark."  I looked to the voice and scoffed… Denki, of course he'd be afraid of the dark… 

"Denki… your quirk is literally electricity… How?" 

After a few seconds of silence from the boy, who I assume was either ignoring me or lost in thought, I decided to find Tokoyami, after all Dark shadow gets harder to control in the dark so I wanted to make sure that he was okay. It didn't take me long to spot him over by the snacks with an agitated Bakugou, who was dressed in a dress? 

"Don't get any ideas dunce face, it's not what you think. I'm the God of War, Hades or whatever his name was."

"Like I cared about your damn costume Bedsheet Boy, I came to talk with the pirate." 

I grabbed onto Tokoyami's hand and dragged him away somewhere a little less crowded, I took a breath to ease my nerves and looked into his eyes. 

"Are you okay Tokoyami? Dark shadow didn't try to give you any trouble?" I rushed the words out but he had nonetheless nodded and gave my shoulders a pat. 

"Thank you for the concern (Y/N), I assure you everything is fine and Dark Shadow has actually been quite tame this whole evening. He's been quite fascinated by all of our classmates' costumes and he keeps trying to figure what everyone is."

That's actually cute, who knew that dark shadow could be so adorable? I gave Tokoyami a grin as I was about to open my mouth to tell him what I thought of our Classmates costumes when a furry hand gripped my shoulder, inlet outback shriek and sighed in relief when i realized it was Todoroki.

"Oh uh… Hey Todoroki, what's up?"

"Have you seen Beth? She was next to me before the power went  out.  And I haven't been able to find her."

"Oh geez, what a bummer. Are you sure she didn't just go outside?"

"No, I don't think she would have gone outside, especially that fast. The lights were only out for about a minute. But I guess it wouldn't hurt to look out there. "

Tokoyami and I watched as Todoroki walked to the front doors, he gave a tug, no luck. He tried again but they didn't move and gave no sign of opening soon. 

"Hey Half and half! Why don't you try pushing?"

"Already did Bakugou, if you were paying attention instead of eyeing Denki you'd have noticed that."

Shit… Bakugou was staring at Denki? Everyone's gaze turned from Todoroki to the hot head before  looking to a stunned and flustered Denki, who opened his mouth to say something when the room once again was pitch black. 

"Hello UA Hero Course 1A. I am your host tonight, Monsieur King. Tonight you have the honor of being a part of my game." The dark room was silent for a bit before chuckles bounced off the walls. "What game you ask? Let me just say, you have until sunrise to find your classmate I have stolen from you, if you don't you'll never see her again. Also to make things a little more interesting I have drugged you all with a powerful potion that will be taking affect any minute now. The potion has already disabled your quirks, the next step will be a painful transformation into whatever costume you have decided to wear tonight, you'll gain just about all the qualities of the costume as well. This potion can only be undone with the antidote which I have hidden somewhere in the house, if you fail to find the antidote you'll be stuck as your costume until next Halloween. Good luck young heroes, your journey starts now."

The lights turned on and everyone was silent until Mineta, Denki, and Mina began crying. I scoffed and shook my head, why was I stuck with such babies as classmates? 

"Enough! We need to have a calm and level head. We need to separate into groups and work together to find this antidote and also find Beth. As it's clear to see she's the only one missing out of us all."

Everyone turned to Todoroki who sounded worried even though he looked as calm as ever. 

"How are we gonna do that? If you haven't noticed I'm dressed as a . This isn't going to be good!"

 I looked around at my fellow classmates' costumes, Kirishima dressed as the Crimson Riot, so like Izuku he was dressed as his favorite hero. Scanning the rest of the class I noticed more and more animal costumes than heroes or villains. 

"Hey Tokoyami, does Todoroki seem a bit tense? He seems a bit agitated about this whole thing… More upset than scared, like everybody else seems to be panicking."

I looked over to Tokoyami and watched him  nod before he tapped his foot in thought. We stayed silent for a few moments before he shrugged. 

"Who knows what truly angers a man? If I had to guess, it might be because Beth was taken and now we're all going to be turned into our costumes. If he had said no to Beth he wouldn't be in this mess. It is also possible that Todoroki has feelings for her."

Ha. Right, Todoroki had feelings for Beth… like I'd believe that. I shook my head and let out a small laugh, for the next half hour or so the class separated into groups. Those who may be helpful, those who definitely weren't gonna be helpful and those who were going to need help if they gain animalistic traits. 

Sero had dressed up as a mummy so he wasn't gonna be much help if his limbs started falling apart or if he wasn't able to use his vocal cords. Mineta had dressed up as Cupid, so we decided he'd be more annoying then helpful since he would have as he put it 'The power of Love' on his side. Denki had confirmed that his costume was actually the Pokemon Teddiursa, 'cute but deadly' was his reasoning so we decided to use him as a wild card, if we needed his help we'd try, but our only fear is that he'd be unable to control himself. Mina had decided to be laid back this year, she had dressed in pink baggy clothing and told us she was gum, guess that'd be useful for getting people stuck? Jiro was dressed as a Tasmanian devil so we figured we'd need someone to hold her down, which meant Izuku would have to try his best. 

As the hour ticked to its end we all grew nervous, the potions didn't seem to have taken their toll on us besides for taking out quirks. We didn't know who was gonna turn on us and who wasn't, it felt like we were walking on eggshells. 

"I swear if this was all a prank… SOMEONE'S GOING TO DIE!" We all heard Bakugou yell, but we couldn't see him, as the lights had gone off again. Soon cries of agony and sounds of movement reverberated off the walls, as one by one each class member of 1A was transformed into something they dressed up as because they thought was going to be fun. 

 The lights turned back on, they felt brighter than before, (Y/N) reached up and rubbed her head in pain. Her hand felt sticky so she looked at her fingers and groaned. Of course she had to add injuries to her bounty hunter costume, why couldn't she have just been basic? 

Looking around she saw that her classmates all began to do the same as her. Confusion strewn about everyone's faces before the animals, well they became animals. Bunny Uraraka had to run away from the once tame Jiro and now was a raging Tasmanian devil, Izuku now All Might had swiftly pinned down side Tasmanian devil, but he was struggling. 

"G-go! Find the antidote, f-find Beth...Quickly!" Izuku struggled to keep his hold but looked at us and gave us an All Might smile before turning his attention back to Tazzy Jiro. 

"I think we should go find Beth, she's dressed as EraserHead, maybe she could use his quirk and maybe stop some of these guys from freaking out."

"Eh… Do whatever you want Todoroki, I am looking for that antidote first.Come on Tokoyami, off we find that antidote everything will go back to normal."

 Tokoyami agreed that it was better to search for the antidote, after Beth could hold her own. He and (Y/N) were practically tearing apart the house to find the antidote. Though it had been easy at first they soon saw that Jiro had gotten free and was charging at them, the two of them ran as fast as they could but came to a halt went they were met with a Teddiursa. 

"D-Denki?"

The small Pokemon let out a shrill cry and launched into attack, clawing and biting at Tokoyami, who struggled to get him off due to Dark Shadow now being a parrot and him being a pirate with a missing arm. How (Y/N) didn't notice that at first she didn't know, quickly she grabbed a nearby lamp and smashed it upon Denki's head. 

"Sorry Kaminari, but you were hurting our friend."

(Y/N) didn't see it but Tokoyami had the slightest bit of blush on his face, he urged her on seeing as they'd somehow lost Jiro. He stole glances over her way as they moved from room to room. 

"Thanks, fer yer help back der. I appreciate it Lassie."

(Y/N) simply nodded, she didn't know how to respond, especially when Tokoyami's pirate voice had given her chills. They had been searching for what felt like days, the two of them were growing tired, they leaned against a nearby wall and let out a breath. 

"Tokoyami…You're welcome. I didn't say it earlier because I heard your voice and thought I was gonna end up giggling. There's nothing wrong with it, I just wasn't expecting the pirate talk."

"Thas quite alright Lassie. Yer right it be weird. Me own voice has done crossed me."

(Y/N) looked over shyly and  let out a soft laugh before facing Tokoyami fully. 

"If you'd be alright with it, after we get through this that is. Would you perhaps like to go out on a date? I-its fine if you don't want to… I-its just I really like you Tokoyami and I enjoy spending time with you."

Tokoyami's face grew red and he grew nervous as he looked away, he mumbled a few curses  and turned back to (Y/N). 

"Ah, ye beat me to me own question Lassie. Thar be no one I'd rather chose. I accept yer date. I really like ye too Lassie."

The two stared at each other lovingly, the dim lighting in the room made it feel rather romantic around the two of them. (Y/N) and Tokoyami both slowly eased in, their lips ghosting each others. They pulled away when they heard a shout, followed by  what seemed to be explosions,  they stared at each other confused until they remembered what's been going on. 

"Stay still damn it!"

The shouts grew louder as they grew closer, making it back to the others they were surprised to see Bakugou, holding actual fire in his hands as he threw them towards Mineta. Mineta was crying countless apologies as he ran, heart shaped arrows in his hands as he tried to escape Bakugou's reign of terror. 

"What the Hell? Bakugou what's the meaning of this?"

"He thinks it's funny to try and shoot us with those damned arrows. He already hit Uraraka, which seeing as she's a literal bunny and she's been going after Al- Deku, who is holding off Jiro you can see how badly that can go. Now he's trying to hit anyone who comes past him." 

"Maybe he's learned his lesson, if not we'll hold him down and you can do whatever it is you're trying to do."

Mineta stopped running and looked between (Y/N) and Bakugou  before giving up, he threw down the bow and arrows. "Not like it worked anyways. She didn't fall in love with me, I'll just have to try something different."

"Ye think we be back to normal before Sun rests above thar trees over yonder."

(Y/N) blinked for a moment before realizing what he had asked, she frowned and shook her head. 

"I don't know Tokoyami, but I sure hope so. Sunrise is already near and we have no antidote to turn us back to normal."

"You forgot the part where we also don't have Beth. What if she's the key to finding the antidote?"

(Y/N) let out a sigh and shook her head before turning over to Bakugou. 

"I didn't forget about her, I just didn't think it was important to include her. She's a big girl she probably could have gotten out on her own, especially since she dressed up as our Sensei."

Bakugou scoffed and turned around, walking away from the group. 

"I'm going to help that half and half bastard before I have to be stuck like this with you losers until next Halloween."

Shortly after the words left his mouth screams pierced through the air… weird that kind of sounded like Beth. 

Tokoyami, Bakugou and (Y/N) ran to the screams and stood shocked, their classmate was chained to a wall and Todoroki, at least they hoped the werewolf in front of them was Todoroki, stalked around Beth. She looked like Eraser Head but still sounded like her normal self did it not work on her? But if it didn't work why didn't she just use her quirk to escape? (Y/n)'s train of thought was broken when they werewolf slashed out at Beth, Bakugou stepped forward and threw a fire of ball at him. 

"Hey! Leave her alone! Beth, where's Todoroki? Stop crying damn it! We are running out of time!"

Beth sent Bakugou a glare, she was definitely mad at the boy, but she let out a sigh before she spoke.

"Katsuki, that is Shoto. H-he was fine a few moments ago, he was trying to pick the locks when he got a headache. Next thing I knew he transformed into a werewolf."

So it is Todoroki, this may have made things a little harder but that's fine. 

The lights in the building flashed again and the sounds of applause surrounded them, as if it were coming out of the walls. 

"Well done Class 1A! You have found the antidote and your fellow classmate. Though you're running out of time, the clock is ticking better hurry up."

"Wait…  who found the antidote? Get back here and tell us more before I burn this house down."

"Easy there Mr. Bakugou, Katsuki I will explain. After you deal with your little predicament with that werewolf. He looks mighty angry, not to mention a bit hungry."

The lights powered back  on, now instead of facing Beth, werewolf Todoroki was facing us. His large teeth exposed as he snarled, he stepped closer and closer. 

"Hey guys wait up! Don't leave me all alone down there I'm sorry!"

Running in came Mineta with his bow and arrows in his arms, (Y/N) smirked and looked to him. 

"Shoot the werewolf with your arrows, now Mineta!"

"What! No! No way, what if it like I don't know, falls in love with me?"

Bakugou sent him a glare and prepared to throw more fire his way. 

"Do it or die!"

"Geesh no need to be so mean… I'll do it."

He took aim and released, the arrow zoomed past (Y/N) just barely grazing her before it hit it's mark. Werewolf Todoroki looked down and pulled the arrow out and growled before charging at the group.  He chased them out of the room and around the house, the group kept running until they crashed into someone. 

"Hey guys, where's the fire?"

"Denki!? But you were a Pokemon! What happened?"

"Well after you knocked me out (Y/N) I found a secret entrance to the basement I think, and I found a long table of food. Then I passed out and when I woke up I was back to normal." 

Denki froze up before he sparked up his hands and threw his electricity towards them, it zapped past them and hit Todoroki, knocking him down and out. 

"Uh, was that Todoroki?"

Yeah, but we need to get the antidote before we are all stuck like this till next Halloween."

After dragging the unconscious Todoroki down to the basement, each classmate took from the table, eating the antidote. They then went back upstairs to Beth and used their quirks to release her.  They then promptly left the estate and made it back to the UA dorms, where they promised to never go to another Halloween party unless they knew who their host was. 

(Y/N) and Tokoyami were sitting in the common room on the couch, (Y/N) who was leaning on Tokoyami, she looked up to him with a small smile. 

"Hey Tokoyami, when do you want to do this date? Just let's not do anything Halloween related for a while. Okay?" 

Tokoyami stared into (Y/N)'s eyes and thought to himself about how lucky he was to have her, he gave her a kiss on the forehead and held her close. 

"I couldn't agree more. Let's go to the mall this weekend, we can go see a movie."

[soysaucevictim]

Rest of the final week of current program & starting some new stuff.

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Mar. 13

I woke up after 1PM.

Did some dishes before doing today’s workout.

First, today’s DD. 2′ chest squeeze with EC. I forget if I’ve had to do his one for a whole 2′, but oof. That took some digging in, especially in the las ~30″ of it. Got to trembling from fatigue and occasionally paced a bit as distraction. But mission accomplished, there.

Last, Chapter 58 of AoP. First section was traveling, 24TP. Done at Level 2, as high knees, and in one go. Was a bit of a challenge loading things that way. But manageable.

Workout proper was done at Level 3 (7 sets, 20 push-ups per set.) I definitely savored the 2′ rest time. Had a brief bit of doubt whether I could maintain Level 3, but happy I managed. Admittedly push-ups weren’t very refined and counted holds a bit fast. No less a challenge.

Picked up some iced coffee and spent time updating some logs/archives. Keep falling behind on that tool, keep recognizing this as a sign things Are Not Going Well. But anyways...

I did make another Hello Fresh meal, today. Southwest plant-based protein over rice. A pretty tasty recipe. I think I’m getting a bit of a hang of handling this plant-based protein stuff, in cooking.

Spent rest of day on the usual stuff.

Got to bed around the same time as yesterday, in the red zone.

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Mar. 14

I woke up around 11AM.

Did a bit of the usual before starting on my exercise...

First, today’s DD. 40 push kicks with EC (20/20). A fun little exercise, nothing too flashy.

(After an interlude of distractions...)

Last, Chapter 59 of AoP. Looks like yesterday, I traveled to the wrong camp location - so I made the first thing I did for the chapter was traveling the 25TP from where I was and where I needed to be. Level 2, as high knees. I split this into 15+10.

Did the workout proper at Level 3 (5 sets, 4 push-ups per defined combos). I went for max rest.Push-ups got a bit sloppy and I did get to feeling it.. But it wa ultimately manageable work!

After hitting the showers and sketching a future art project idea, I spent the rest of night on the usual.

I got to bed a little earlier than yesterday, still in the red zone.

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Mar. 15

I woke up around 10AM

Did a bit of the usual before getting to a psychiatrist appointment. Went okay, aired out a thing and was met with understanding/receptivity. I still think my meds are staining a bit - but hopefully getting back to one-on-one therapy will help.

After getting home, doing some fic reading, and whatnot, got in my exercise.

First, today’s DD. 3′ overhead punches with EC. I counted 382 punches thrown in the duration, happy I managed to stay over 2/sec at that. Very enjoyable exercise.

Last, Chapter 60 of the Age of Pandora Program. Like last time, I went for Morse’s Plan, figured that’d be a fun thing to test against my previous run of the program.

Lotta basic burpees and squats, but unlike last time I managed Level 3 instead of 2 (7 instead of 5 sets). It was still pretty intense, but not quite as brutal as it was for me a year into this journey, yay for progress (definitely dig what a difference going at this stuff has made in the last 5 years...)! \o/

I then made today’s Hello Fresh meal. Pasta primavera in lemon Parmesan sauce. I thought this was pretty tasty.

Spent rest of night on the usual stuff.

I got to bed obscenely late, in the red zone.

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Mar. 16

I woke up around noon.

Spent a few hours on: getting iced coffee, doing dishes, breaking down some boxes, and organizing some cookware that I recently decided on ordering.

After that and some of the usual peppered in, did exercise.

First, today’s DD. 40 plank rotations with EC. Manageable - took a bit of focus to maintain balance for all of it. Did get a little bit of fatigued, but doable.

Second, Day 1 of the Square One Program. This is a Level 1 Program - so I’m treating it as gentle strength-training and warm-up for the next part of docket. The load was light enough that I modded UP (not using a chair assist) exercises, did things at Level 3, and nixed the rest periods. We’ll see how well I may maintain this - but don’t anticipate issues there.

Last, Day 1 of the Reboot Program. Level 2 Program (cardio-centric), definitely a good deal more intensive than prior for it, considering this the meat of my exercise plan. Did this at Level 3 again, but kept to max rest (did all the hidden burpees, a tiny bit tough on the knees today.)

Spent rest of night on the usual, clothes shopping, and jotting down some more iZ!AU notes.

I got to bed a few hours earlier than yesterday, but still in the red.

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Mar. 17

I woke up around 11AM.

Went to Seeking Safety Group again, today. Twas alright made some writing notes while teir. Thought about whether I could have the time afterwards to run out to a convenience store while I waited on pick-up - but didn’t do that.

Once I got back home, I got going on my exercise.

First, today’s DD. 50 back leg raises with EC (25/25). Did things as a balance variation. It was nice given how crampy my right hamstrings/glutes were feeling for some unknown reason.

Second, Day 2 of the SOP. Level 3, no rest. Arm work, i kept my arms up for all of the sets and in between them. Got a bit more intensive in the last couple levels.

(After a bit of recovery time, given there was more arm work ahead...)

Last, Day 2 of the RbP. Level 3, max rest. Yeah a lot of bicep extensions / arm raise hold times. Definitely a more intensive load that SOP. Arms got nice and tired.

Spent rest of the day on the usual stuff.

Got to bed later than yesterday.

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Mar. 18

I woke up around noon and one of the first things I took care of was exercise.

First, today’s DD. 100 shoulder taps with Ec (standing). Manageable work, a bit tough in the last 30 reps or so.

Second, Day 3 of the SOP. Flexibility day, Level 3, no rest again. The Achilles/calf stretches were satisfying. Pretty breezy and good warmup.

Last, Day 3 of the RbP. Leg day, Level 3. I rested ~1′ in between sets, this time. Kinda glad for the short/small lunge intervals here. I feel like I need to give the knees some TLC again here soon...

Spent several hours on the usual stuff (reminisced about some old fandom stuff). Did a bit more writing before getting to bed too.

I got to bed obscenely late, in the red zone

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Mar. 19

I woke up around noon.

After some YouTube, I got going on my exercise.

First, today’s DD. 10 archer push-ups, no EC. I wasn’t confident enough to do this type of push-up off the knees today - so modded things down that way. Yeah. Not a huge fan of these

Second, Day 4 of the SOP. Level 3, no rest, no assists. Enjoyable and gentle balance work, is what I got from it.

Last, Day 4 of the RbP. Level 3, max rest. Ooof. got to sweating buckets and winded - but done! I’m kinda surprised at how this Level 2 program isn’t as much of a cakewalk as it may seem. the hidden push-ups also helped make things that much more intense. (But I’m still in good enough condition to meet the challenge and I still think the rating is appropriate!)

After a bit of chatting, I made today’s Hello Fresh Meal. Oven-ready chili coconut curry chicken. A pretty low-effort meal, which I appreciated. That said - I may have to throw it in oven longer than specified next time around (i think I may’ve used a bit too much foil to cover the tins - might’ve drawn more heat away from the food like the chicken.) Otherwise pretty enjoyable.

After some dishes and chatting, got some substantive writing progress in (letting FocusMe do it’s job for me more effectively, helped).

I got to bed obscenely late, in the red zone... again.

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Summary of Experience:

I completed my second run through the Age of Pandora Program in March 15. Quite a few days later than intended... but February/March has really been kicking my ass in terms of stress and energy levels.

At any rate, these are my stats from this run of the program:

Points Traveled: 1,428TP, Level 2, as high knees. (1 point = 10 steps.)

Challenge Levels Taken:

Level 3 for 45 Days (vs 19 from prior record!) - Feels pretty good hitting Level 3 for most of it, this time! \o/

Level 2 for 3 Days (vs 29 from prior record)

Level 1 for 1 Day (vs 1 from prior record) - Chapter 55 still kicked my ass, needed to break after Set 2... again. orz

Jobs Taken: 17 (5 Canis + 12 Misc/Ch.) - Looks like I did considerably less than last time.

Fights Won (Pits): 4 (City Pits) - Not counting instances for plot. It was fun doing more of these, this time around! Probably overdid it a little bit in pacing/loading. Pffft.

[Ending] Scraps: 200

Paths Taken (Spoiler-Free Version): Same as prior run!

Alana, Dicer, and Morse were invited to my camp, again.

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My stats for the previous run from 2016, for reference...

Part 1:

Points Traveled: 755TP, Level 3, as march steps - mostly. (1 point = 20 steps.)

Challenge Levels Taken:

Level 3 for 10 days

Level 2 for 15 days

Jobs Taken: 20 (8 Canis + 6 Equos + 6 Misc.)

Pit-Style Fights Won: 3 (2 Plot + 1 Extra)

[Ending] Scraps: 4450

Paths Taken (Spoiler-Free Version): B, A, A (Perk Get!), A, B, B (To Be Continued...)

Alana, Dicer, and Morse were invited to my camp.

Part 2:

Points Traveled: 633TP, Level 3, as march steps - mostly.

Challenge Levels Taken: [After fixing counting errors]

Level 3 for 9 days

Level 2 for 14 days

Level 1 for 1 day

Jobs Taken: 8 (2 Equos + 6 Misc.)

[Ending] Scraps: 2,885

Paths Taken (Spoiler-Free Version): B, B, A, B, A (Epilogue B?)

[galassyalex]

AGENT 606

 mystic messenger au

THIS AU HAS MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE GAME AND HAS MENTIONS OF DEATH AND OTHER TRIGGERING OR BOTHERSOME SUBJECTS

“Welcome to Mystic Messenger! Please select your route.”

beep.

“Casual route selected! Enjoy the game.”

It wasn’t the first time it had happened, she had seen this menu select screen a dozen times already. She watched as the prologue played, pressing the options that would gain more hourglasses and hearts. Her target this time was the A.I Yoosung Kim ★, thanks to some dialogue with seven on past playthroughs she already knew what to expect, she only had to press the right buttons. Due to some quick research, she knew which ones they were.

Character File: Yoosung Kim★ Information: The college student gamer, obsessed with his “dead” cousin Rika Goal: Yandere

ᴅᴀʏ 1: 

8:00: ᴊᴜᴍɪɴ’ꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ

ᴊᴜᴍɪɴ ʜᴀɴ, ᴢᴇɴ, ᴍᴄ

𝗠𝗰: 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻’𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝘆𝗲𝘁?

Z̷̡̫̳̹̯̯̫̭̄͆̀̋̓̒̈́̂͜͝͝È̸̹̎N̷̨͖̫̒̍̅̀̓̎̊̚͘:̷̬͍͕̪̙̣͚̜͐̈́̐̽̔̇̓̚͜ ̶̨̹̤̜̖̜͓͖̹̂̎͆̓̊G̶̬̠͚̥̮̬̏̐́̍͂̍̅ǫ̶̭̯̾̿o̸̳͕̓́͌d̸̮̖̫̯̜͕͝ ̷̣͍̤̖͆ŝ̸̗̜̦́̈́́̕͜͝ė̵̩̩̲͕̰̳̟̈́̀͝͝ͅe̶̢̛̬̖̳̼̩̓̉̽̑̿̍̀̍į̷̞͙͍̪͓̩̫͚̓̓̍n̸̛̤̟̬̭̖̏̋͆̂̈́̃̀͌͜͠g̶̳̦͈̰͍̖̬̈́͑͊͜͜ͅ ̵̨͙̤͌̍̑̕͜ͅỳ̴̨͇͓̣͊͐̕o̵̞͇̞̗̲̾̒̇̔̀u̶̡͍̘͗̑͘~̸͍̺̭͔̮̼̠͈̩͂̊̓͛̐͛͛̊ͅ!̶͎̝̘̭͉͔͖̩̐̏̐̾ ̶̹̖̩̱̉̿̏̔I̸̥̖̐̊̉̿ ̷̲̘̟̘̩̭͓͚̄̾͒́̃̊̈́͑͆͠ͅd̸͇̲͓̝̲̫̮̈͊̍̄̽̾̚͘ͅo̸̤͔̫̝̪͓͈̟̽͂͊̚͜ņ̴̯̞̩̖̬̱͔̜̑’̵̢̢̢̯̺̈̎̏́͂̈́̈́̃͒̔t̸̢̝̻̲͎̲͍̿̊͑̈́̈̍̌̋͜͠ ̸͙͙̰͔̙͉̦̒ͅh̶̡̨͙̹͊̕͘͜ͅa̷̟̯̠̼̜͉̜͓̻͆́̐̈́̉̉̕͝v̴̭͈͖̙̱͈̝̈́ẹ̵̣͕̋́̓̀͂ ̷̲̱͎̰̭̪̂a̶̝̦̽̒͂̈́̒͋̆́ ̵̧͔̹̞̹̥̻̫̫͐̑͒̔́̌̿͌͝s̷̨̨͍̲̣̣͖͙̰͆́͌̑̈̓̕ĕ̶̟̮͖͛͗t̵͙̟̼̔̆̽͂̈́̀͝ ̵͔̞̣̠̤̂̏͑̀̀w̴͔̩̭̦̣͍͌ò̵̘̼̪̭͚̜̦̘͙͑r̵̬̜͕͚͕͚̙̖͚̰̍̀̉͑́͗͒̕k̸̞̲̘̰͚͛̓̈́͐̍̈́͋̀ ̷̪̮͔͚̓̅̀̋͘ͅt̷̡̲͙̲̪̓͑̎͑͐̽͘͠͝i̶͈̙̍̐̊m̴̛̞̯̫͉͎̃̆̐͒̋͐͑̚͝e̴̥͈̱̹̐͋̎̓͗͝.̷̥͗́̆͊͝ ̴̼͍͙̪̯̜̖̀̄̏̈̀̑̊͝Ŵ̷̡̠̪̰̼̹͕͒͌͠ḥ̸̰̩͍̭̗͎͔̿̀̈́y̴̧̮͕̮͉͈̗̮͇̋̀̈́̒͊͝ ̶͚̮͎̟̗͒̈́h̶̢̧̹̭͕̟̰̖̺̽͒̇̋̓̕͠a̷̗̹͇̻̲̣͗̊̊̐͜s̶̜͚̺̥͍̘̹͈͚͑n̶͉͔̬͎̖͂̓’̶̨̥̫͕͈͇̪̟̅̄͜͝t̷̞̔͛͝ ̴͓͙̩̺̣̞͈̀̂̔D̸̢̨̬̣͈̩͕͉͖̞̓͐į̷̫̲̪̘̲̣͐̊̿͆̄̈́͘͝͝r̶͖̬̽̍̓͘͠e̷̢̡̲̫̥͕͇̞͎͛c̵̰̖̙̫̲̻̤̜̑́ţ̴͎̤̲̩̰̥̻͑̐o̸͚̲̯̲͐̏̏̓̀̒̏͠r̸̝̗̟̔͋̐̊́͛̕͝ ̸̻̥͚̙̰͈͕̫̈́͛̄̋̈́̓̀͘d̶̡̨̲̫̗͚̻͙̞̻͊̍̉͘ų̵̓̌̄̋d̸͕̘̯̓͛́͋̈́̌̊é̴͇ ̵̺̤̳͇̘̀̒̋̅͐l̶̝͙̹̱̮͕̩͈͒͐̃̒̀̏̽̓̀̕ë̴̟̞̮͈͈͈̫̜͓́̇͛͐͘f̴̮̮̬̣͕͎̔́́̌ţ̷̨̭̮̜͈̣͇̀͌͌̂͒̈́̐̓͋͝ ̶̧̛͍̟͎̘̥̳̇̾́̿͐̂͠f̸̛͇͂͂́̅́̿̑̕o̶͓͈̘̘̯̾̑̿͝r̶̢̨͎̤͉͈̙̱͚͂̀͂̓͗̆̓͑͜͝ ̷̱͇͍͍͎̞̘͔̒̒͆̔̒͠ͅw̴̛͈̔o̴̢̳̫͍͕̙̻͋̉͒͊̀r̴̙̆k̶͔͖̮͈̘͎͋͘ ̷̳͚͇̅̋͑̆̍͗̍y̴͇̞̺̽͆̑̈́͊̎e̵͈̻̞̖̗͓͋̀̋̆̇̐t̵͓̰́̏̇̒̎̌̑̌̈́̆͜?̸̞͈̭̗̤̟̗̺͍͔́̂̈́̐̃͗͂͋͛̅

𝗝𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗮𝗻: 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝗼𝘂𝘁. 𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗠𝗖. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿, 𝗠𝗖?

𝗠𝗖: 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗹 

𝗝𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗮𝗻: 𝗜 𝘀𝗲𝗲. 𝗜 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮��𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘀 Ź̴̡̛̮͉̻̳̰̇̄̔̇̀̿̄͘͜ͅͅĕ̷̙̜̘͒̅̇̿͒̀͒n̶̲͒̍͗

606 zoned out, it’s not like she had a ton of options, she had already seen this chat, the only difference was that every thing regarding zen was glitched out. The two men continued to bicker about cats and how much of a douche Jumin was, it was rather entertaining the first time but it had started to get old. 

Saving...

Incoming call from Jumin Han

call declined

She moved onto her computer, the only task was to get Yoosung’s bad ending and not die, right? 

oh yeah the not die part, thats what was bothersome. Sure, she didn’t know what would happen if Yoosung unlocked his yandere side but death would be somewhere considering he’s a yandere. 

The previous playthrough, ZEN’s route, didn’t kill off ZEN, just brainwashed him. 606 was able to not follow unknown’s lead by breaking through the code and creating a new option:

“ɴᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘ. (ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ)”

The next chatroom wouldn’t open until 10:04, she had enough time to work on some coding and focus on what’s in front of her. An error notification that read:

𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗘𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝟳𝟬𝟳

𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯|𝘖𝘒

It was the second time it had happened, the memory error 707 caused by the A.I 707, a fitting name for someone so troublesome. it drove her nuts, why couldn’t he just forget and move on like every other A.I? He just had to remember and take every opportunity to break from the script and taunt her with comments about her breaking Jaehee and brainwashing Zen. 

𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐄𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝟕𝟎𝟕 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭:

𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝 𝕚 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕦𝕟, 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥! 𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕝

- 𝔾𝕠𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟

Another prank report, she figured she would save the message into her 707 files to check later for…

research purposes. 

She truly hated that A.I’s digital guts. 

9̴:̴3̴0̴ ̴A̴M̴ ł₦₵Ø₥ł₦₲ ₵₳ⱠⱠ ₣ⱤØ₥ 707

“Speak of the devil”

Sure, this call wasn’t part of the games schedule but calls like this were her favorites, she could speak her mind just like that red-headed A.I who had no idea how much she liked his little pranks. 

Call accepted

“Hello! This is your captain speaking seven-zero-seven, bringing you your morning news! On this morning’s chatroom ZEN just couldn’t speak properly, he’s gotta cut out on those beers! hehe”

“Morning, 707. You seem as happy as ever, a little too cheerful there talking about your friend. Aren’t you  mad?”

“Mad? You think I can’t fix this? Me? God seven?”

“Then why don’t you?”

“It’s fun seeing you frustrated over me remembering and screwing over your little plan, think that’s enough.”

“Wow you’re soooooooooo nice. Did you only call to taunt me?”

“...What? No! I-I’m! That’s not what I meant! Six-!”

“See you in the chatroom.”

Call ended 

She looked around her room made up by binary code, sometimes she would see zero’s and one’s flash, an error. She thought she was an error which made her fit right in. Her existence bothered her, she pretended to be the MC, the player. Sometimes she wondered if she messed with the code enough it would erase her, that frightened her. She was always cautious tho and never dared to touch the character files corresponding to MC in fear.

“A new chatroom has opened!”

𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝟭: 

𝟭𝟬:𝟬𝟰: 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲'𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝘁'𝘀 

 𝟳𝟬𝟳, 𝗝𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗮𝗻

𝗠𝗖: 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼, 𝟳𝟬𝟳 

𝟳𝟬𝟳: 𝗪𝗼𝘄! 𝗜𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝟲𝟬𝟲! 𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲! 

𝗝𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻: 𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿 "𝟲𝟬𝟲", 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗹? 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱, 𝘄𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲.

- 𝘌𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 606 -

Quickly deleting the chatroom window would reset it, and seeing the mistake 707 made, she thought it would be the best to do this, truth is he hated when she did it so it served him right.

𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝟭:

𝟭𝟬:𝟬𝟰: 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲'𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝘁'𝘀

𝟳𝟬𝟳, 𝗝𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗮𝗻

𝗠𝗖: 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼, 𝟳𝟬𝟳

𝟳𝟬𝟳: 𝗪𝗼𝘄! 𝗜𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀 MC! 𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲!

𝗝𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻: 𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.𝗠𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸. 

𝟳𝟬𝟳: 𝗹𝗼𝗹 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘄𝗮𝘆.

𝗝𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗮𝗻: 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗵. 

𝟳𝟬𝟳: 𝗞𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗹. 𝗢𝗵. 𝗠𝗖, 𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗝𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝘁, 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁? 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 

𝗝𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗮𝗻: [𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼] 

𝗝𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗮𝗻: 𝗔𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝗜'𝗺 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱..

The two kept talking about Jumin’s cat, how 707 is a dangerous man because he never listens and 707′s religion, it was a weird chatroom. Every time 606 had an option to take sides she always took seven’s, mainly because she heavily disliked the “rich man” personality. Jumin left the chatroom once his driver arrived leaving 707 and 606 alone for a little bit. In the program, he was supposed to talk about work but the conversation quickly changed topic. 

𝟳𝟬𝟳: 𝗦𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰. 𝗜 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. 

𝗠𝗖: 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗱~! 

𝟳𝟬𝟳: 𝗗𝗿𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁. 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘁?

 𝗠𝗖: 𝗝𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻'𝘀 𝗔.𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱'𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹 

𝟳𝟬𝟳: 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝘂𝗿 𝗷𝗼𝗯 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗲𝗿? 𝗹𝗼𝗹

 - 𝗠𝗖 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 -

 -  𝟱 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱 - 

 - 𝟳𝟬𝟳 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 -

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Oh god I didn’t think I’d ever write this. I’m not gonna write every chatroom bc they rlly do b long. i want to implement images for the chatrooms as well but my laptop started glitching out when i tried to do that but probably next time! Also! Wanted to make clear that i’m probably not the first one to do something involving 606 and stuff

feedback is MUCH appreciated but yeah! bye bye!

[scorrigan]

A Guide to Understanding Zombies Run S2 Radio mode

This isn’t complete, might be inaccurate; it is an outline of knowns and theories. A display of the Season 2 radio clips is here.  https://zombiesrun.fandom.com/wiki/Season_2_Radio_Mode_Clips You’ll need to use this to read along. The clips in this list have names with numbers in the first column.  These numbers are often out of order, but this IS THE ORDER the clips are in on the app.   If you just want to read what you missed, The transcript of S2 Radio is here. https://zrtranscripts.tumblr.com/post/180511002462/radio-abel compiled by the fandom’s very diligent Siriusmistake This post is Very Very long, so the rest follows under the jump.

The first column is the computer name of the clip which contains a number at the end. The second is the title of the clip.  The third column are the prerequisites for each clip to play.  As this is a computer if there is more than one prerequisite per clip, you should read each prerequisite in order, left to right.  for a clip with two prerequisites,  the first prereq should be met before the second is considered. Here’s an example, the first and second clip.  I made the computer name bold and the title of the clip italics.  The prerequisite is in plain text.  As you can see the first clip only has the prerequisite ‘always play’ and the second clip needs the first clip to have played in order to play.

Z2-RA-1-001 ERROR---CRITICAL DAMAGE---ERROR   ALWAYS()

Z2-RA-1-002 ERROR---CRITICAL DAMAGE---ERROR   SCENE(\"Z2-RA-1-001\") The unwritten rules of S2 radio are: 

Never play a clip twice within radio mode until restart. Think of it as crossing clips off after they have completed play.

Play the lowest numbered (by computer name) clip available first when resuming radio mode. The clips are ordered in a way that regular radio is always your first destination when resuming.

Dont play more than about 5 clips in numeric sequence without going off on a tangent, if possible. This one is a guess based on observation- there may be unseen code controlling things.

Keep a History of certain missions/clips having played and morale/defense level after a certain event (event unknown).

Clips 001-043: [actual clips 01-43] Feel free to skip this section, the tldr is that these clips play in sequence without tangents and once you’ve played S2M7 you can’t unlock certain clips.  Clip 001 has the prerequisite ALWAYS.  as it is the lowest numbered clip (computer name Z2-RA-1-001 ) it will always play first.  You will hear clips 002 to 003 after and then proceed to a prerequisite choice. As you can see, clips 004 and 007 both require clip 003 to have played, check if mission S2m7 is completed, and check that the alternate clip 004 or 007 has NOT played.  If jack and Eugene are not back at abel, you will hear 004, phil talk about brown sauce.  If jack and Eugene are back at abel, you will hear 007, ten seconds of J&E trying to broadcast and then you will hear phil talking about brown sauce.   the two clips following each brown sauce check to see if the clip before it played.  Then you get to the next prerequisite decision, 010 and 013, Shoot for the Stars.  The prerequisites being scheduled every 3 or 4 clips (or some other code) keeps radio from going off on tangents until after clip 044 has played. The only difference between the clips from 004 to 043 is that the clips with prerequisite S2M7 HAS played will hear 10 seconds of J&E broadcasting before Phil talks.  The Phil portions of the clips are identical.  This pattern proceeds to clip 044, where radio checks that you have completed a version of ‘Happy ending’ AND finished S2M7.  If you have not finished S2M7, There will be no clips available to play, and you would hear mission completed. The next time you played S2 Radio it would restart at clip 001.  In normal app play, you would finish S2M7 between 001 and 043 and then switch to the clips where J&E are trying to broadcast, but ONLY at one of those deciding clips. After S2M7 is unlocked, the remaining clips that require S2M7 NOT to have played will never be unlockable.

Clips 044 to 063: [Actual 44-63] This seems like be a simple 20 clip sequence.  Each clip has a simple ‘the previous clip has played’ prereq, until you get to clip 55, which has the prereq of clip 60.  Clip 55 cant be played in sequence, so radio goes off on a tangent. Based on the ‘5 clip rule’ I think radio reliably goes off on tangents after clip 47 and 51, but there’s no prereq saying it has to.  It appears there are mandatory tangents after 54, 63, 60 and 58.  We’ll return to clip 64 after a discussion of tangents.  TANGENTS Story resumes way below at END OF TANGENTS Every time you resume radio (by itself or after a mission) it looks for the lowest numbered (computer named) clip to play (that it hasnt played), and after 3-5 clips it can decide to go off on tangents.  Eventually it will decide to look for the next low numbered (computer named) clip and return to the main story.  TYPE OF TANGENT: Tangent: PreRequisite Always [Actual 89-92] These clips can be played at any time with no conditions.  Z2-RA-1-151 Z2-RA-1-164 Z2-RA-1-165.  There’s also a clip Z2-RA-1-152 that can be played at any time after you play side mission 4.  Tangent: PreRequisite Attack! [Actual 107-110] These clips play after an attack on your base.  Base attacks were active in the season 2 and 3 version of the app, where you could see attacks and gifts on the base tab of the app.  Attacks were disabled with the season 4 update; so these clips can no longer be unlocked. It’s possible that sustaining many attacks and not fixing the tower is the only way to get defense below 50%.  Z2-RA-1-A126 thru Z2-RA-1-A129 Tangent: PreRequisite Structure has been built [Actual 111-132 ] These clips can be unlocked primarily if you have certain buildings upgraded to the proper level.  The second and third clips per building have the precondition that the previous clip need to be played so that the clips will play in order.  The buildings these clips relate to are The Armory, The Comms shack, Farms, Hospital, Housing, The Playground, The training area.  The main buildings that do not have triggered clips are Janine’s farmhouse, the kitchen, the school, and the greenhouse. Tangent: Prerequisite Day of the week clips: [Actual 133-144] These clips should be triggered randomly if you run on a day of the week, 2 for each weekday and one for each weekend day.  They all have the precondition ‘and not SCENE_THIS_RUN’ that you shouldn’t hear two day of the week clips in the same run. Anecdote: In my runs, I have not heard any of these clips, both by using a phone set to american english keyboard and UK english keyboard.  I think this relates to HISTORY (skip to end) Z2-RA-1-D109  to Z2-RA-1-D120 Tangent Run description clips: [Actual 145-147] These are three clips where J&E describe an abel runner’s day.  These clips will play in order and should not play two clips per run. Z2-RA-1-R161 to Z2-RA-1-R163 Tangent Show clips. [Actual 148-155] The two shows are Radio Cable’s The Ablers and adventure serial Runner Zero and the Forest of Fear. You should only get one of these clips per run, and you are more likely to hear the The Ablers first because the first clip starts with the precondition ALWAYS.  Z2-RA-1-S153 to Z2-RA-1-S160 Tangent: PreRequisite TIME OF DAY clips [Actual 156-175] This one is VERY complicated.  If you shuffle to a clip in this section and are running at a specific time of day listed, you would get a clip.  There are 4 time divisions. The clips have these prerequisites: If the hour is before 9am (9) and you haven’t played a T (time) clip this run If the hour is before noon (12) but NOT before (9) [between 9am and noon] and you haven’t played a T (time) clip this run If the hour is before 10 pm (22) and you haven’t played a T (time) clip this run If the hour is before 10pm (22) and not before 6pm (18) [between 6pm and 10pm] and you haven’t played a T (time) clip this run This covers 12 of the 20 time clips.  Each time-zone section has two additional clips with a THIRD precondition of morale.  So first it checks time of day, then it checks to see if your morale is at least  (75) or (not 30) [below 30] and if a T (time) clip has already played this run.  This is a lot to think about, so here is how one of the clips with morale is written out:

Z2-RA-1-T092 [Time]

Danke Schoen

HOUR_BEFORE(9) and MORALE(75) and not SCENE_THIS_RUN(\"Z2-RA-1-T*\")

If Radio shuffles and tries to play this clip, you would have to be listening before 9am.  Then your morale would have to be over 75.  Finally, you would have to not have heard a T (time) clip this run.  If you don’t meet ALL of these prerequisites, radio is going to shuffle to some other clip without playing this one; you aren’t guaranteed to hear a time clip just because you cant hear this one.  So the morale time clips are very hard to catch!  Z2-RA-1-T089  to Z2-RA-1-T108 You might be saying I haven’t heard ANY of the Day of the Week clips or Time of Day clips!  More on that in the section below, HISTORY. Tangent Prerequisite Status clips. [Actual 176 to 179] These clips play one of four very similar survey clips based on both the morale and defense percentages. ‘High’ means over 50%  or higher, ‘low’ means not up to 50%.  The clips cover

high morale and high defense

high morale and low defense

low morale and high defense

low morale and low defense

Each clip also has a precondition of not having played one of the others, so after you have unlocked one of these clips you will not unlock the others.  Z2-RA-1-V167 to Z2-RA-1-V170 Tangent Prerequisite Holiday Date clips [Actual 180-184] These are your holiday clips!  Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, New Years Day, Halloween and Dia De Los Muertos You can only unlock these if the date you are running matches the holiday date, and according to lore, these are written in the european manner, Day/Month, rather than the American Month/Day.  Note: A few people think they have heard the new years clip because they have heard Radio Cable talk about champagne.  That is actually the clip named CAVA.  Z2-RA-1-Y121  to Z2-RA-1-Y125 RETURNING FROM TANGENTS You will continue to weave in an out of these tangents, returning occasionally to the section 43 - 63.  After it plays Z2-RA-1-058 [Radio] Corned Beef and Lentils, the next lowest numbered clip it can play is another split path.  If morale is 50%, it will play clips 64, 65 and 67.  If morale is not at or below 50%, it will play 66 and 68.  The very nice Clip Z2-RA-1-069 ‘Radio Cable‘ will play after you have played 67 OR 68.  There is a precondition for clips 64 and 66; if there is a history of playing either 64 or 66, you can not switch to the alternate morale path, even if you’re rerunning S2 Radio with different morale. Clips 70-72 continue the story. Clips 73-79 are another split.  Clips 73-75 are low morale, and clips 76-79 are high morale.  Clip 80 reunites the paths.  Clips 81-83 continue the story. From here it jumps to Actual clips 93 to 105. Then it jumps back to Actual clips 84 to 88. These are the last clips, and you should hear mission completed after! I think S2 is coded to get all unlockable clips played BEFORE you get to clip64/66. In many replays, the tangents stopped at that moment.  However, I have no proof.  SO HOW CAN I COMPLETE SEASON 2 RADIO?! Most likely, you cant.  THEORIES AND CONJECTURE LAY AHEAD. I DIDNT EXAMINE THE APP CODE. two factors contribute, HISTORY and DATE FORMAT.  2015 was a big year for ZR-  but with the ZR season 4 app version, I think something broke for their userbase that uses the date format MM/DD/YYYY,  There is anecdotal evidence that before 2015 american and european players could both unlock day of week and time of day clips.  There is also anecdotal evidence that at some point (likely the season 4 app update or some change to cellphone operating systems) that players with MM/DD/YYYY date format are unable to unlock date/time clips but players with DD/MM/YYYY format still can!  I have played the Season 2  radio in 2016 and several times recently, both with my phone keyboard formatted as American English and UK English. I have never unlocked a single Day of Week or Time of Day clip.   Having my keyboard formatted as UK english will change the date format on websites.  However with ZR you have the additional factor of HISTORY.  HISTORY To understand History, lets look back at the first 43 clips in S2 Radio.  These clips run in sequence, with the app checking every 3 clips to see if the prerequisite S2M7 had been run.  Deleting the app and redownloading ALSO syncs your mission history, so it brings along the S2M7 run confirmation.  User SeriousHatOn on reddit claims a solution for this: He deleted the S2M7 run log on zombie link, deleted the app from his phone, and then redownloaded the app.  The fresh app no longer had a record of S2M7 being completed, and allowed him to play all of the clips in 001-043 that do NOT have the S2M7 prerequisite code.  https://www.reddit.com/r/Runner5/comments/dg4m2i/trying_to_complete_radio_season_2technical_issues/ If this experiment is correct, clips based on Morale and Date format would likely work the same way;  the app has saved a history of what your morale is SOMEWHERE (probably in the logs for season 2 radio).  However, in order to unlock the alternate clips, you likely need to delete your mission logs on zombielink, delete and redownload the app.  Since we don’t know WHEN the app samples morale, you might need to delete every instance of RadioS2 playing, which would include all the missions where it played after mission end. I have a suspicion that if you delete all your runs with morale tracked (runs containing the status clip, and clips 64-80) from zombie link and redownload the app you might be able to reset the morale history, but it might not and I’m unwilling to try that.  Anecdotal evidence: My base has a history of low morale, so I have not unlocked the clips with the morale at or above 50%. Date and time is even more vague.  I have no idea if date and time is stored as a history just in Season 2 radio, or if having ANY missions logged in the MM/DD/YYYY format would create a history of date keeping and block you from hearing the date and time clips. Anecdotal Evidence!  User sredman played S2 in 2014 (before season 4) in America and unlocked some of the time of day/ day of week clips.    User brammariek also unlocked date and time clips playing Season 2 in Norway in 2016.  SO WHAT CAN I UNLOCK? You can unlock the Always clips, the Structure clips (It will help if you confirm that the structure is built to level 4 before replaying), The run and show clips, one of the survey clips.  In practice, I was not able to unlock the training area clips, the 2nd and 3rd hospital clips have a coding error.  But I did unlock the playground clips this year by building a playground for the first time.  If you have unlocked any of the date/time clips, it is very likely that you can unlock ALL of them, and also the holiday clips.  Best to make sure you are past clip 44 in advance of running on the holiday.  If you go back far enough in ZR history, at one point you weren’t able to see and replay the clips after finishing a mission.  Seeing the names of Radio clips happened about a year after that, so this is only a problem that has been created by Six to Start giving us accessibility options of playing clips after the fact. BUT I’M A COMPLETIST. My advice is when you buy a new phone, convert the date format to UK english, download the app, register as a new user, and play through S2 with a morale of 100%.  Don’t forget to play a bunch of missions in advance to build your morale to the desired level.  Or you can read ZR transcript’s excellent transcriptions here.  https://zrtranscripts.tumblr.com/post/180511002462/radio-abel

[b0rtney]

Why I Do What I Do: 1. A Human Being with a Place of Birth

You can’t know where you’re going without knowing where you’re from, so today I’ll talk a little bit about where I’m from, and why I do what I do. This first part is about where I’m from as a human being.

I was born and raised in a nice little suburb of Missouri, about twenty minutes from downtown St. Louis. 

For kindergarten, I went to a nice Henry school and attended a nice Baptist church on Sundays, and maybe one other day of the week if I’m remembering that right. These were the kinds of places that would make any moderate person’s skin crawl. My older sister would scream and pout when my parents wrestled her into a church dress, but it would be a scandal if she tried wearing pants– that kind of place. My parents got divorced when I was six or seven, and that kind of thing had every person in that church turning their backs on my family, the fact that my mom soon began working to support me and my siblings was, I’m sure, the talk of the congregation for a little while– that kind of place. 

After my parents got divorced, I switched to another nice Henry school, and I moved to new houses: one for each parent. That nice Henry school didn’t work out for long. My mom couldn’t stand Henryity in almost any form anymore. And the tuition was too expensive for an electrician with a declining business and a brand-new real estate agent in 2007. So, public schools. My dad was zoned for a school with the best public schools around, so we used his address. Kehrs Mill Elementary was where I went starting in second grade, and where my brother went starting in Kindergarten. My sister started sixth grade at Crestview Middle. 

I went about half the year friendless in second grade, and then I met Fernanda. She was the only Hispanic girl in the whole school (there was one Philipino boy, two Chinese girls, an Indian girl, a Middle Eastern boy, and everyone else was African American or Caucasian). She, kind of literally, yanked me by the arm and dragged me into friendship, and I’d never been happier. We played Warrior cats (yes, based on the books, don’t look at me like that every school had some kids that did it… although I think the part where we lapped water out of the sink and hissed at her mom was a little weird). We made up a version of “Cowboys and Indians” where we would be two Chieftesses with inexplicable numbers of children and no husbands, facing moral dilemmas like what to do with prisoners of war when they won’t hear of peace– while our brothers (my one and her two) tried to shoot at us with Nerf guns. 

At this point, if you had asked me what I wanted to do with my life, I would have told you what I considered an impossible joke: I wanted to marry a woman, run an orphanage, adopt a bunch of teenagers and babies, and drive a van big enough to fit everyone in it when we went grocery shopping together. 

In third grade I took a long test in the school’s brand-new computer lab and I scored so well that they took me, once a week, on Wednesdays, to a different campus with other kids that scored really well on that test and we learned about lazers and climate change and cloning and other things for “gifted” kids. But otherwise, third grade passed in much the same way as second grade, but nothing exists without complications and so there came along a boy named Henry. He was new to school and he had what could have been called a cool haircut, for 2009, and Fernanda loved him. I didn’t. But she did, so I thought it was normal to like a boy, so I said I liked him too. And then he said he liked me better than her because she was weird and I kicked him in the shin and said something mean that I don’t remember anymore. But Fernanda didn’t like that, and she didn’t like me. So at the beginning of fourth grade she told me she wasn’t going to be my friend this year so that she could try being friends with someone else. 

So, I was alone again in fourth grade, for a minute. But by this time my real estate-mom had moved us to house number three (four, maybe?) since the divorce: a condo with blue carpets and mostly old people living there. This was where I met Branch, a kid from my class who visited his grandma in the condo directly above us. Branch and I each had a little brother, and by now my sister had taken to locking herself in her room and not talking to anyone, so Branch and me and our little brothers played “Hup-hups,” a war game where there were two sides, each with a commander and an infantryman who would respond to commands like “stay,” “go,” “attack,” and “attention.” It was pretty fun, so Branch told his friends at school about it, and they all wanted to join my faction, and this went on like a domino effect until I was running an army comprised of something like 30-50 fourth-grade boys, depending on the day, at recess. I don’t think I realized how weird that was at the time. We mostly just screwed around until another boy formed an oppositional army, calling themselves the Arachnids, because that was just about the biggest word you could know in fourth grade, and they started guerilla warfare. They would just straight-up attack us and try to hurt us. I would scream at the boys following me to run away, because I never wanted anyone to get hurt, but then the oppositional army leader had his arm around my throat and I was choking so I couldn’t yell very loud, and all the boys on my side just went to town attacking the Arachnids back. Somehow, none of the recess monitors– these were two grouchy old women who would always yell at me and Fernanda for trying to climb the trees– ever saw this, or stopped it. The violence continued until people got tired of it, and by the end of the year I was alone again.

Fifth grade was when the depression I’d had since I can remember really kicked it up a notch. It should be noted that I had no idea what depression was. I thought it was normal to just not want to get out of bed in the morning, to want to die all the time, to dig needles into your skin and try to make yourself bleed because at least then you have control over something. By then my mom had moved to house number five, within walking distance from the school, so my brother and I would walk together every morning. I made one new friend, named John, and he talked me out of suicide not once but twice, once by yelling at me over the phone and once by just existing, which is very impressive for a fifth grader, if I’m honest, but also I think I’ll always feel a little horrible for putting that pressure on him. I convinced myself that I loved him, at the time. 

You may be noticing a pattern with me and boys, but we’re not quite there yet. 

Of course, between fifth and sixth grade my family picked up and moved across the country from Missouri to Southern California.

I spent sixth grade and most of seventh grade friendless, and met a few friends in eighth grade– two of those friends are still with me to this day. In eighth grade I met a girl named Chloe, who had three pregnancy scares in a year and who convinced me to make out with her in a pillow fort in the room I shared with my sister while my sister was out with her boyfriend– and that was the first kiss I ever had and it felt like liquid lightning in my veins. But in eighth grade I also listened to my Republican parents on the matter of gay rights– of course, I barely knew what gay was, I just knew it was something you called people you didn’t like because that’s all that a Missouri elementary school teaches you about it– and so I thought gay people were a little gross, and I was a little gross for liking it when I kissed a girl, and I buried that part of me. In eighth grade I also met the boy who would be the first one I would date: Chris. I dated him from the middle of freshman year to the end of sophomore year in high school. We went on a few awkward dates, we held hands even though his were sweaty and we couldn’t get the timing right, we kissed even though it felt about as exciting as eating plain bread– not exactly bad, just not exciting or fun. 

Now the pattern might seem more clear. It certainly became very clear to me. 

I didn’t like boys. I like girls. I’ve liked girls since forever, and no amount of shame or repression was going to “fix” me because I. Wasn’t. Broken. I was depressed and I was anxiety-ridden and I was introverted maybe a little too much, but being homosexual was never an issue. 

I broke up with my boyfriend. I came out to my friends, then my siblings, then my parents, then everyone else. I had a girlfriend, and she lost interest, so I broke it off. I had another girlfriend, but I had never been interested, so I broke it off. Then I put dating aside. 

I continued to get straight As in school, take all the AP classes, run three clubs, rank nationally for field hockey goalies, help a friend of mine transition from straight girl to gay girl to nonbinary kid to straight boy, and accumulate a solid group of five friends. 

Then I got rejected from every college I applied to because of a clerical error I didn’t know about until a year later (after appeals were already a lost cause), so I got a job, I went to a community college, tried to go for a business degree and hated it, switched to a creative writing degree, and now here we are! With my applications submitted and one acceptance in the bag (thank you, University of Iowa!), now I want to focus on my writing and try to get published next.

Now that you know where I’m from, you know at least a little of what I care about. I deal a lot with mental health, so does my writing. My sexuality was a major unknown for me for a large portion of my life, so I include that a lot in the hopes that I can help someone else not be so lost with that. My hometown had very little racial diversity, so I want to represent more diversity in my writing. 

But I don’t want to get ahead of myself: in the coming posts, I’ll show you what I’ve written and read, so you can have a better idea of where I’m coming from as a writer, now that you know where I’m coming from as a person. 

[anuschkalova]

The Backup Plan (Chapter 2: The Meeting) Elliot x Reader

Summary: Elliot who suffers from weekly crying attacks finds comfort by chatting with a girl called Y/N that he met online. They have a real mutual understanding and grow close. Elliot enjoys the virtual connection, but is soon forced to step out of his comfort zone. Pairing: Elliot Alderson x Reader Word count: 3.133 Part 1 HERE

‚What superpowers do you want the most?‘, Elliot’s teacher once asked in pre-school. Whilst all his classmates dreamed of flying, turning invisible or having super speed, Elliot wished to read people’s minds.

It was one of the things he couldn’t control and that made him upset. Control was the glue that kept his life together - and humans, to Elliot’s dislike, were the radiating heat of boiling hot lava. They melted his glue with their unpredictability - using fake smiles and well selected words as their disguise. What was true. What was a lie? Yes or no?

Elliot stood across a small café on the opposite sidewalk, wearing his black hoodie that obscured his tensed face. His eyes peeked at the entrance before they checked the time. 04:01 pm. He had twenty-nine minutes left to calm his nerves and come up with some decent sentences to greet Y/N.

The café was her idea as a meeting location and back then, Elliot, who had smoked a joint, agreed in a heartbeat. The drug had fogged his anxiety, but not his discernment. It was reasonable for Y/N to pick a public place to meet an online acquaintance. It was absolutely logical. Very logical. So Elliot cursed the error in his system for distorting this reasonable motive into absurdly fears. Rejection, confrontation, accusations, expectations. He rubbed his sweaty palms against his jeans.

„Excuse me“, a man who carried a box murmured behind Elliot, but his request didn’t reach the hacker as his eyes stared at the woman crossing the street to enter the café. Elliot’s face turned into stone, eyes not blinking in order to savor every second of Y/N’s appearance. His vision flickered slightly as someone bumped into him and Elliot stumbled. A giant truck parked in front of him, so he rushed to the side and glimpsed at Y/N again with his face down.

She stood by the entrance now to look at her cell phone and Elliot couldn’t avert his astonished gaze - her picture that he saw on his monitor day and night, a creation made of the mathematical arrangement of millions of pixels - that static picture became miraculously alive.

She lifted her head and Elliot fought against the urge to turn around. Instead, he grabbed his cell phone as well and made himself look busy. A notification appeared on the top bar and he opened the unread message.

Y/N, 04:04 I’m here and super nervous. Can’t wait to finally meet you. :-)

Elliot cringed at her words. Y/N was about to meet the real Elliot, not the online Elliot whose awkwardness disappeared through a screen, no. She would meet the raw and uncut version of himself, the prototype of a functioning human. A failure-prone prototype. The pungent smell of smoke ignited a sudden craving in Elliot and he faced the man standing next to him.

„Hey, lend me a cigarette?“ The stranger held him the box out and Elliot nodded his thanks, lighting the cigarette quickly. He took a deep drag, eyes tearing at the burning smoke in his lungs, but it helped.

Elliot exhaled the toxic cloud and coughed quietly, searching for Y/N’s face inside the café and found her sitting far back by the window. She had her cell phone out again and stared at it, nibbling at her bottom lip. He frowned.

She was actually nervous. So nervous that Elliot saw her hands slightly shaking from afar when she browsed through the menu. She swirled a strand of hair around her finger and caused another one to free itself from her fluffy bun. Y/N blew it out of her face and Elliot was entranced. Something about her felt so familiar, like a favorite childhood memory. The taste of salty popcorn and sugar coated peanuts replaced the nicotine in his mouth. Conducted by Y/N’s drawing aura, Elliot took one final drag of his cigarette before he dropped it and walked towards the café.

His heart was throbbing and jumping, rampaging like a wild animal trapped inside a cage. When Elliot opened the door, his heart seemed to have busted out and was now climbing up his throat - the racing heartbeat pulsated so loud in his ears that he didn’t register the door bell.

But Y/N did. She looked up and spotted a new customer, a man dressed fully in black who wandered slowly towards her table. Hands buried stiffly into his pockets and face half covered by the hood, he stopped next to the empty chair opposite of her.

„Elliot?“, Y/N asked carefully and the stranger pulled down his hood, revealing a sharp jawline and a short styled undercut. He didn’t face her, so she had to wait until he cautiously sat down and briefly fixed the dark bundle of hair on top of his head. Then, he finally set his eyes on her and she shuddered. He noticed her reaction and clenched his jaw, immediately lowering his alarmed gaze.

„Hey…“, Elliot said in a hushed voice, completely unaware how his intense sea-green eyes had affected her soul.

Y/N smiled warmly. „Hey“, she whispered back.

They fell quiet for a moment, but her sudden chuckle encouraged Elliot to raise his face. She shook her head at his puzzled expression. „It’s just… so surreal. We wrote for weeks, poured out our lonely hearts to each other and now we sit at the same table.“ He pursed his lips and Y/N noticed how his upper lip stuck out a little. She liked it.

„Yeah. It’s an unusual situation.“ He forced himself to hold her gaze and shifted on his chair.

„I do appreciate you meeting me. Really.“

Elliot parted his lips, but shut them as soon as the waitress brought Y/N’s coffee. „Would you like anything to drink?“, he got asked and he shook his head. „No, thanks.“ After the waitress walked away to serve other guests, Y/N took a sip and arched one eyebrow.

„No fan of coffee?“ He shook his head again. „Caffeine keeps me awake“, Elliot reasoned reluctantly and added: „It’s too bitter.“ „Hey“, she protested and raised her mug, „everything is bitter including life, but I can guarantee you that this delicious coffee is not.“

Elliot mimicked her grin awkwardly and her lips automatically broadened. She was bubbling over with life and he imagined captured rays of sunshine beneath her sparkling eyes that warmed his skin on this cloudy day.

It made him almost forget the reason for their meeting. Almost.

„I’m disappointed“, Y/N said and Elliot’s loose grin vanished while the little voice in his head furiously lectured his naiveté.  I told you. There’s no chance she would sacrifice her time for a antisocial freak. Prepare for the rejection and then leave this illusion.

„… Why?“  His glance begged for mercy, do it quick and easy, but Y/N just pointed with the mug in her hand towards Elliot’s attire.

„I though you’d wear the cat sweater“, she joked and pouted playfully, referring to their former chat’s subject on how she would identify Elliot. The cat sweater became an inside joke between them and he visibly relaxed his shoulders.

„Yeah, about that… It’s in the laundry.“

She smirked knowingly. „Did Flipper pee on it?“ Her assumption raised a genuine smile from Elliot and Y/N felt a thrilling sensation. Her resolution of exercising regularly got replaced by the resolution of summoning his breathtaking smile again.

The door bell rang and Y/N casually drifted her eyes to the entrance, her attention fully on the man opposite of her, but that changed when she recognized him. Elliot noticed her sudden absentmindedness and turned around. „Don’t!“, she whispered sternly and had to watch how her ex stomped to their table.

„Seriously?!“, the man spat at Y/N.

„You’re ignoring my calls and messages! I tried to talk to you, but now I see that you’re busy!“

He acknowledged Elliot’s presence by scowling at the IT-worker.

„David“, she hissed angrily, trying to shut him, but his outburst had just started.

„Look at his crazy eyes! Babe, I can buy you a fucking pug if you want to be stared at by two pop eyes!“

If they weren’t in public, Y/N would have slapped David’s stupid visage at this point. She hated him even more for insulting Elliot, but the black dressed man stood slowly up. David titled his head.

„Is there a problem?“, Elliot asked in his winding voice.

„Yes. You are my problem, bug-eye.“

„Then I suggest you leave.“

David scoffed and crossed his arms. „You seriously fancy this little twerp? How pathetic“, he spoke to Y/N and she pressed her lips into a hard line. Elliot then decided that it was enough.

He took out his cell phone and typed on the screen, making David laugh.

„You’re calling the cops, chickenshit? Or mommy to have a good cry?“

A loud melody resonated from within David’s pocket and he grabbed his ringing phone, seeing that he got a missed call and a new message from an unknown number. Puzzled, he stared at the text that simply said ‚Asshole‘ and squinted at Elliot who was still busy with his own phone.

„Was that you?! Hey, I’m talking to you, fucker!“ He pushed his shoulder. „Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!“

„Hacking you“, Elliot declared and David froze. It took him a few seconds to transfer this douchebag’s life to his memory card - photos, text messages and e-mails. To proof it, he raised his phone to show David a revealing photo of his affair called Samantha.

„Do you see those screens around us?“, Elliot asked and Y/N’s ex whose face turned alarmingly pale, counted the four monitors that currently showed the news, plus a large one behind the counter.

„Again, I suggest you to leave. If you won’t, I will show those people here a good story to gossip about.“

Elliot’s superiority brought Y/N’s ex to his knees and although he very much hated it, David had to give in. He ground his teeth and leaned towards Elliot who didn’t shrink back.

„We’re not done yet, freak“, he hissed, shooting him one last glare before he left the café with his chin up, no guilt weighing down his proud posture.  

Elliot noticed Y/N’s red face when he sat back down and he knew it was anger that stared right at him. „Elliot, I’m so so sorry for this fucking asshole“, she apologized, her voice trembling. Y/N placed her hands at her temples to seal herself off the curious gawkers. Their little argument had caught some attention and Y/N was close to tears. Not because of embarrassment, but of pure rage. If the law wouldn’t prevent her from cutting her ex’s shady tongue, god forbid, that bastard would be allowed to chose between a butcher knife or scissors.

Y/N thought about some excuses, things she could say to avoid Elliot’s most likely rejection. Gosh, he must be mad at her for dragging him here and dealing with her territory-carving ex.

But Elliot gave her no chance as he grabbed her wrist. „Let’s go“, he said and put some dollar bills on the table. Y/N frowned, irritated by his intentions and Elliot seemed to be reading her mind, because he just smiled at her reassuringly while mumbling: „I know a better place.“

__

Y/N had heard of Coney Island’s beach and amusement park, but never cared to visit. Either her schedule wouldn’t allow a spontaneous fun-trip or her possessive ex-boyfriend. But now, as she sat in one of the wobbly Ferris wheel’s stall, the whole beauty of the place being displayed like a map underneath her feet, Y/N’s heart ached in remorse.

„It’s beautiful“, she commented, a small smile decorating her lips and Elliot watched her eyes soaking in the many colorful attractions. He had one hand in his pocket while the other held the ice-cream he had bought for himself and Y/N. The sweet treat started to melt under the late afternoon sun that had finally decided to show its face upon the cloudy sky.

„Yeah. I used to come here with my dad a lot when I was a child“, Elliot said and Y/N faced him, leaning back in her metallic seat. The blue painted stall was longish in height but rather tiny, offering enough space for two people to sit opposite of each other.

„That’s nice. Do you still keep the tradition?“

„He’s dead.“

Elliot was lost in thought as his eyes captured the soft sea waves and Y/N saw the restrained hurt in his face. She fumbled with her hands and murmured: „I’m sorry.“, but Elliot shook his head gently.

„No need to be. It’s in the past anyways.“ He licked off the dripping ice-cream from the cone and offered Y/N the treat who accepted. She turned the ice-cream in her hand before nibbling on the caramel-peanut flavored scoop.

„It’s this comparable to sharing a joint?“, she joked and Elliot smirked lazily, rubbing his neck.

„It’s practically the same, yes.“

„Hey, don’t make fun of me. I’m a fair joint-virgin.“ She giggled and blushed at the way Elliot’s furtive eyes darted over her figure. Within a second, the atmosphere had changed drastically into something more sexual.

Y/N curiously watched Elliot when his hand disappeared into his large hoodie-pocket, just to present her a neatly rolled joint. It made her laugh. „You want to take my virginity, huh?“

„We can stick with the ice-cream. It’s just an friendly offer.“

„What a gentleman“, Y/N praised and Elliot put the joint between his smiling lips, lighting it. He took a deep drag and could taste the saltiness of the fresh sea air.

He started to relax, head leaning comfortably against the lattice and Y/N swapped the ice-cream with the joint. She took a timid hit.

„Fuck“, she coughed, tears blurring her view. „That’s disgusting!“ Elliot grinned in response and Y/N’s eyes glistened teasingly.

„Ever did one of those gunshot kisses?“

„A few“, Elliot answered and he could see the amazement in her eyes to which he lowly chuckled.

„Just one“, he corrected and Y/N lightly stepped on his foot as a punishment.

„Is it hot?“, she wanted to know. Elliot hesitated, but then he leaned forward with his elbows on each knee and face so close to Y/N that he could smell her breath.

„Yes.“

His hand reached for hers and Y/N willingly passed the joint to his fingers. The same fingers that wrote her countless messages over weeks, giving her consolation, cheer and company. Elliot made her feel safe and sound in a inexplicable way that even Y/N couldn’t understand.

To keep the situation in perspective, she took a ride on the Ferris wheel with someone she only knew online while sharing a joint. It must seemed careless, maybe it was, but Elliot was different.

„You want to do it?“, he asked carefully and Y/N blinked.

„What?“ „A gunshot kiss“, he said and breathed in the smoke, staring into her eyes patiently, but Y/N looked outside. They were getting closer to the ground and therefore to the end of the ride.

„Maybe another time.“ Elliot nodded and exhaled, snipping the joint out of the stall and opened the door after the huge wheel came to a rough stop.

__

The sea gulls squealed loudly above their heads as Elliot and Y/N took a stroll at the boardwalk. Cony Island was tinted in warm shades of orange as the sun started to set and Elliot couldn’t resist glimpsing at the girl next to him. Y/N however noticed it and nudged his side. „What?“

„Sorry…“, he apologized sheepishly and Y/N let it go, shaking her head while smiling, but it quickly faded. Instead, she furrowed her brows while speaking.

„No, I should be sorry.“

„For what?“, Elliot asked confused.

„For my asshole ex who insulted you“, she explained and looked down at her feet. „You know, he thinks that I cheated on him, because I wrote to you.“

Elliot listened and turned to Y/N who avoided eye-contact.

„He used to be loving and nice, you know. He wasn’t a nasty piece of work when I’ve met him, but after his colleague got the promotion, David started to change. I think his broken ego couldn’t take it, so he got his wounds licked by another woman and blamed everything on me.“ Y/N’s eyes started to burn and she hated it. She whipped the tears away with her jacket’s sleeve and sniffed.

Elliot walked closer to her until their arms lightly touched and Y/N appreciated his silent sympathy.

„I think it came in handy when I met you online. He suddenly had a reason to be mad at me and left the flat. He was barely at home, either with his friends drinking or fucking his little bitch…-“ „Hey.“

Just as Y/N’s voice became louder and loader, her emotions violently washing over her, Elliot had grabbed her gently by the shoulder to stop her.

Now, they stood in front of each other and Y/N looked up at him with big shocked eyes. „I’m s-sorry.“

„You have every right to feel angry, betrayed or sad. What he did was unfair and wrong, but everything will be alright. I promise.“

She felt her heart skip a beat at his soothing words and her boiling blood calmed down.

„Thank you, Elliot“, Y/N whispered and he nodded. They found a bench and sat down to enjoy the last golden minute of the sunset.

„By the way, I don’t think your eyes are weird. I like them.“

Elliot leaned his head back to look at Y/N with his mouth agape, his entire vocabulary seemed to have vanished at her compliment.

„Okay“, he uttered clumsily, but it didn’t bother her. She held his gaze and for the first time in his life, Elliot saw pure honesty in another human’s face. It was so disconnecting and magnificent, that his body got overflowed with endorphin and relief, making his twitching hand reach out for Y/N.

He placed it on her cheek, just to remove it again, so abruptly as if her skin was a hot stove plate.

Y/N sensed Elliot’s inner conflict, so she shifted closer and took his hand reassuringly.

„Don’t be afraid. Just ask.“

He looked everywhere except her eyes, and when he did, Elliot was defenseless against the spell she had cast on his poor heart.

„Can I kiss you?“ Okay, since I got 8 notes for his part, I will tag a few people from Part 1 as I’m not sure of you’ve seen it or not. I looked up and Tumblr won’t show this part in the search? Please tell me if you don’t want to be tagged. Since I’ll be writing Part 3, I will keep you otherwise. Thank you! 🖤 @the-little-warbler @onexlittlespark @marvelrevival @amarah11145 @irving1122 @the-garnet-rain @mercurytaylordeaconmayy @tyferbebe @rami-marvel @saviooor @smells-like-ugh @queen-rogerina-mercury

[milkierways]

Whatever You Say

Word Count: 1850

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Request(s): “Hey!!! I love Poe and ur account!!! So I was wondering if I could maybe get a Poe x reader where the reader hates Poe cuz he’s stuck up but gets to know him a bit better and starts to love him as well and gets really confused and angry? Its OK if no, but thanks!” - @nerdyemocrap

Warning(s): None (If I need to add some, let me know!)

I changed up the request just a tad bit amigo, hope you don’t mind! I really like how this turned out and my aim is for you to feel the same. <3

If one thing was true, it was that you hated Poe Dameron. At least, that’s what you wanted people to think. It’s what you wanted everyone else to think, too. Everybody seemed to love him, with his irresistible charm and striking good looks. Your teammates liked to tease you about him being the perfect poster boy for the rebellion.

Yeah, the poster child for why no one should ever procreate, you’d think.

You despised the way he would feign humility when all he did was gloat, the way he’d walk into a room and immediately grab all the attention without even saying a word, the way he’d always grin at you with that award-winning smile. He made you want to punch a wall out of anger. Or that’s what you told yourself

More than once, he’d stolen your thunder, took the shot for you, swooped in and saved the day without being asked to. And, Maker, was he reckless. It seemed as if he never considered anyone else’s safety when in the air, it was all about him. That wasn’t something you had to lie to yourself about, though.

What made everything worse, was the fact that Poe Dameron actually made attempts to befriend you. Non-stop.

He’d walk up to you and start a conversation while you tried to fix your ship, or when you were eating dinner, or when you were in the command centre. It was like a never-ending barrage of Poe, Poe, Poe, and more Poe. Deep down, you didn’t mind it, but that didn’t mean you had to let everyone know.

“Hey (Y/N),” he walked up with a smirk as if he knew how much you didn’t like him and had decided to pester you anyway. “How’s my favourite pilot doing today?”

You scoffed. “I’m pretty sure you’re your own favourite pilot, Dameron.”

He chuckled and nodded, “I see you’re continuing the salty facade, as usual.”

You reached around for your wrench, climbing up onto the wing of your ship to tighten a couple loose panels that could cause unbalanced flight if you weren’t careful. You groaned when you realised you’d grabbed the wrong size for the bolts you were using. You glanced down to see Poe holding up the right one.

“Needing something?” He asked, smugly. You scowled, reaching down and attempted to snatch the tool from his hand. He pulled back so you couldn’t reach, tutting his tongue against the roof of his mouth to make a clicking noise.

“C’mon, Dameron, give me that,” you snapped angrily. He smiled innocently up at you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, (Y/N),” he beamed toothily. You were about ready to leap down and smack that grin right off of him.

“Poe, now,” you demanded. His eyes held a sparkling glint as an idea struck him.

“On one condition,” he started. You rolled your eyes, sitting back on your heels.

“What?” You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“You sit with me at dinner tonight,” he volunteered. You laughed aloud.

“In your dreams, flyboy,” you retorted, amused. He wasn’t kidding though.

“Alright, well, you can say goodbye to your tools then. I know a mechanic who could really use a new set right about now, and these all look perfect,” he teased, spinning his finger around your tool bag thoughtfully. You glared daggers at him.

“Fine,” you mumbled through gritted teeth.

“What was that?” He asked, his hand resting in the air above your bag.

“Fine, I’ll have dinner with you tonight,” you said louder. A smile broke out on his face, causing your face to heat up. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t like it. It was embarrassing.

“Perfect. I’ll meet you in the cantina later, then,” he said, reaching up to hand you the tool you needed. You frowned and watched as he sauntered away, success filling his gait with happiness while you were left defeated.

You huffed in annoyance as he finally disappeared from the hangar, leaving you to work on your X-wing.

“(Y/N)! Over here!” A voice called over the incessant chatter of the cantina. You glanced over to see Poe waving you down. You shot a desperate look over at your friend, begging them to pull you away, but all they did was push you closer to his table. You sighed, slowly treading over and slouching down on the stool.

“Good evening, sunshine,” he greeted with a smile. You nodded your hellos. Poe wasted no time in introducing you to the rest of Black Squadron. You sent them all a curt smile and quickly bit into your bread, trying your hardest to avoid speaking.

Soon enough, Poe became engrossed in a conversation with Snap, leaving you and Jessika to yourselves.

“He likes you, you know,” Jessika started. You shot her a confused glance. “He talks about you constantly. Heard many good things about you.”

“No, not from Poe you haven’t,” you laughed. Now it was Jessika’s turn to be dumbfounded.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve been nothing but rude to him since we first met,” you explained. “But, I have a good reason.”

“No, no, I understand why. He’s a douche at times,” Jess smiled, taking a bite out of her own meal.

There was another awkward silence before she spoke again.

“He says you’re a good pilot, but he’d rather you be on the ground,” she said through a mouthful of food. Anger flared up inside you, the thought of him wanting you grounded causing your ears to turn red.

“Oh yeah?” You asked through gritted teeth. Jess swallowed hard to get her food down.

“Wait, not like that, he isn’t trying to say that he wants to keep you down or anything. He just knows you’re a skilled mechanic and he thinks being on base is safer than in the air,” Jessika was quick to defend him, noticing your change in attitude.

Just as soon as it had arrived, your anger subsided, leaving you wondering why in the Maker’s good galaxy would Poe Dameron want you safe on base. Before you could ask why your conversation was interrupted.

“Hey, (Y/N), did Poe ever tell you about the time he tried to ride a Runyip back on Yavin IV?” Snap laughed loudly, a smile lighting up his face. You glanced over at Poe whose face was red as a berry. Obviously, it was an embarrassing story, causing you to want to learn more.

“No, in fact, he hasn’t,” you grinned smugly over at him as Snap began to go into the storytelling zone, spilling every humiliating detail. You stared straight at Poe for the entire duration of the narrative, relishing in how miserable the cocky pilot looked. You don’t remember all of the tale, but you know it ended with a broken arm and a long lecture from Poe’s father.

Truly a tale to tell the grandchildren, you thought.

Wait, why were you thinking about grandchildren? That implied actually having kids of your own. And with Poe no less. You almost shuddered, glad you caught the error of your ways before you said something you’d regret.

After a night full of more stories, ranging from battles to childhood shenanigans, the Black Squadron decided to head to the hay for the night. You would have gone back to your quarters too if Poe hadn’t asked for you to accompany him on a nighttime stroll around the base

You almost declined, but the look of hope on his face prevented you from doing so. Thinking back on it, you wondered what the kriff had gotten into you. You’d never been affected by him before, so why now? What was happening to you? Were you actually starting to let yourself like him? Once again, you pushed away the thought. No way, no how, would you ever enjoy the presence of Poe Dameron, the most stuck-up pilot the Resistance had to offer. It wasn’t a smart thing to do in any way, shape, or form.

“So, am I ever going to get an explanation as to why you hate me so much?” He asked after a few moments of walking. His words froze you to the core, causing you to stop in your tracks. The truth was, you didn’t hate him. Not really. You just wanted to, oh so badly. But that didn’t mean you really truly hated him. He might be an annoyance, yes, but never someone you hated, no matter what you told yourself. You opened your mouth to answer him, but he cut you off. “Because, to me, it really doesn’t seem like you dislike me as much as you claim to. In fact, I’d say that you actually really like me. You just refuse to admit it.”

There it was, that snarky Poe Dameron that you knew all too well. The one that made your blood boil in your veins. “Maybe it’s because you make comments like that that makes me hate you,” you sneered.

“What? I’m just stating the obvious truth, (Y/N),” he defended.

“Whatever you say, prince charming,” you grumbled under your breath.

“I have a proposal for you,” he said. You rolled your eyes but let him continue. “I bet that I can make you fall for me in a month’s time.”

“Oh? And if you don’t?” You interrogated. He smiled.

“Then you get to humiliate me in any way you see fit,” he suggested. An evil grin spread across your lips, a glint in your eye.

“Alright, if you can’t get me to fall for you, then you get to run a lap around base soaking wet and in your underwear. And I get to record it.”

The colour drained from Poe’s cheeks a little, but he nodded and outstretched his hand. “If I win the bet, you get to go on a date with me.”

You swallowed and reached your hand out to shake his. “Deal.”

Poe grinned again, making your stomach flutter for some unknown reason. You frowned as he stepped closer and pressed a kiss to your cheek, making you blush like crazy. “I’ll see you later then, (Y/N).”

Oh, this was going to be hard.

[beaft]

Writing prompt idea of you like: humans go back in time to prevent war with alien race, end up provoking aliens to attack humans.

“Wow,” said Assistant 737. “To tell you the truth, I reallywasn’t expecting that to work.”

“What precisely did you think might happen?” said Professor Verren,closing the door of the time machine capsule behind them.

“No idea,” said Assistant 737. He was gazing about withfascination. The world around them looked much the same as the one they’d justleft, except without all the fire and death and people screaming in terror ofthe unknown. It was a nice change. “I kind of thought we’d just getspaghettified or turned into a new kind of quark or something.”

“If the situation weren’t so precarious, I might give you a righteousspeech on the folly of doubting my nigh-incontestable scientific prowess,” saidProfessor Verren, “but there’s no time for that right now.” He drew a keyringfrom his pocket and locked the door of the capsule with one of the forty-oddkeys hanging from it. Then he turned back to Assistant 737, adjusting hisspectacles with his free hand. “If my navigating skills are up to the task, we’recurrently a quarter of a mile away from the place where the ship first madeberth. If we can make contact before the initial hostilities take place, thenwe may just have a shot at convincing them to parley with us.”

They looked around. The cornfield was utterly deserted. Tallstalks murmured and sighed like a restless ocean, and at the sky’s apex a whiteand merciless sun beat down.

“And you’re absolutely certain you got the right year?” saidAssistant 737.

Professor Verren gave him a quelling look.

“I’m just saying,” said Assistant 737. “No spaceship.” Heshaded his eyes and looked up at the impossibly blue horizon. There was nothingto be seen except for the distant specks of birds, wheeling high overhead. Ifthere was a spaceship the size of China with built-in pyrotechnic flashbulblasers and titanium rocket launchers anywhere up there, it was exceptionallywell-hidden.

“This is the trouble with you young people,” Professor Verrensaid. “No patience whatsoever. I calculated our arrival time using the mostadvanced algorithms I had at my disposal, and the margin for error isapproximately 0.0000182895%. I assure you, my friend, we are in the correcttime zone. The spaceship is most definitely here.”

They stood in the cornfield for a few minutes more. The sunwas making the sweat prickle on the back of Assistant 737’s neck. He shiftedfrom foot to foot, wishing he’d remember to bring his suncream, or at least abottle of ice water.

“Can I sit down?” he said, when the heat became unbearable.“I’m getting a bit dizzy. Forgot breakfast this morning.”

Professor Verren sighed. “If you absolutely must.”

He sat down amidst the grass stalks and took his phone outof his pocket, opening his favourite app. For a while, there was nothing butsilence, broken by the occasional whirr of a passing helicopter. ThenAssistant 737 said, eyes still fixed on his phone screen, “Hey, Professor?”

“What?”

“You know you once claimed to be unshockable?”

“I claimednothing,” said the Professor, haughtily. “I merely told the truth, as Iendeavour to do in every aspect of my life.”

“I wonder,” said Assistant 737, “if you might allow me totest that hypothesis.” And he smiled a narrow and frightening smile.

Professor Verren’s eyes narrowed. “In what sense?”

Assistant 737 turned the screen towards the Professor.

“I’m not the slightest bit interested in – oh my good Lord what is that?”

“Ectoplasm, I think,” said Assistant 737.

Professor Verren seized the phone from him and stared at it.“Fascinating,” he said, in tones of mingled horror and morbid curiosity. “Andpeople actually take the time to create this kind of content? Of their own freewill? Without any intent to profit?They’re not compelled by, by some sort of – malevolent force or ulteriormotive?”

“This isn’t even that bad,” said Assistant 737, reaching upto take the phone back. “There’s way weirder stuff out there. Here, let me showyou – ”

Ten minutes later Professor Verren had turned the colour ofcottage cheese. Assistant 737 sat at his feet, smirking and triumphant.

“But,” sputtered Professor, “but that’s – genitalia simplydon’t work that way, it’s basicbiology, not to mention that the use of a turkey baster in that context isdefinitely in violation of at least sixfederal laws – ” He scrolled down a little further, and blanched even worsethan before, almost dropping the phone. “Oh,” he said, “oh my God Jesus inheaven that’s a tentacle.” He scrolled further. “And it’s going where? No. Oh, no.”

“Unshockable, hey?” said Assistant 737, grinning.

“There are limits!” criedthe Professor.

“Blarge vlum vlum, suggugon blort?” came an inquisitivevoice from behind them.

They both turned around. An alien stood there, although stood didn’t seem to be quite the rightword for a creature that possessed no legs and quite a substantial number oftentacles. Assistant 737 tried not to flinch. This might have been a timebefore it all went wrong – a time when the citizens of HD606B were friendly andopen to negotiations – but that didn’t change the knee-jerk association of alien with phrases such as slow death and meat slaves and organharvesting. The fact that it could turn them both into a nasty blackenedmess with nothing more than a hard stare didn’t really help. He did his best tosmile and look welcoming, but he could tell that it had come out as more of apained grimace.

“Oh! Good morning, Sir – Madam – er, Personage,” saidProfessor Verren, hastily straightening his tie. “What an honour. I wonder ifwe might trouble you for the location of your – ”

“Snegger fluromorg quogg?”

“What’s it saying?” Assistant 737 asked in an undertone.

Professor Verren was fiddling with his translator. “I’m notquite sure – hold on, I think the signal’s getting garbled.” He spun a dial andpressed a few buttons seemingly at random, a worried little divot formingbetween his brows. “Just give me a moment here.”

A long, prehensile limb shot out, spattering them both withslime, and seized the phone from Professor Verren’s hand.

“Hey! Give that back!” Assistant 737 made a grab for it, butthe Professor seized his arm and pulled him backwards, giving him a warninglook that said clearly: don’t antagonise it.

The alien shifted the phone to another tentacle, thenextended a long limb with various plush extremities on the end, not unlike thefronds of a sea anemone. It brought the screen up to what was presumably itsface and stared.

“What are you doing?” hissedAssistant 737 to Professor Verren. “Grab it back!”

“Direct skin-to-skin touching is a grave insult in theirculture!” Professor Verren hissed back. “We’ll just have to hope it doesn’trealise just what it’s looking at – ”

“Vleeermmpt,” said the alien, horrified.

“Please, good sir,” said Professor Verren, “if I couldtrouble you to return the electronic device – ”

The finger-like fronds tapped at the screen. The picturechanged. The alien recoiled violently, oozing, and let out a strangledscreeching noise. Assistant 737 wiped his cheek clean of flying goo, and wished for the first time in his life that he’dthought to turn on SafeSearch. 

“Wait a minute,” Professor Verren said. He was stillfiddling with his translator. “I think I’m getting something.” He squinted downat the screen, pushing his glasses higher on his nose. “It’s saying something.It’s saying…hang on…”

“Professor?”

“…it mostly seems to be death threats,” the Professoradmitted.

“Oh, fabulous,” said Assistant 737.

“Vergum sblibiamogg!” shrieked the alien, brandishing the offending device. “Vershaffa zigg zogg aanng!”

“That means ‘may your planet burn beneath the awesome power of ourlaser guns, you depraved and lawless primitives’,” translated Professor Verren,helpfully. “Or something along those lines.”

Assistant 737 considered this. Then he said, “Do you think we should go backto the time machine?”

The Professor nodded.

They ran.

[gnumaru]

devlog: 01/30/2021

On 01/30 I continued working on the giant snake midboss.

I started by adjusting the water current speed on the midboss scene because it was feeling too strong and making the battle much harder than it should.

After that, I adjusted the damager component and created a signal for when the damager hits an object and don't find a damageable component to damage. I needed this so that the character could knockback after hitting the snake body which should not be damageable

Then I searched the project folder for a battle theme because I knew I had composed one but I couldn't find it. It happened that it was outside the godot project folder, on inside another near folder. I don't know if I'll use it as it is because I composed it a lot of time ago, and by really a lot of time I mean really a lot of time, before I migrated the project from unity to godot, before even it was a game with a witch theme. So it was probably around three to four years ago when I composed it. It being old is not a problem, the problem is just that I'm more capable now than I was back then, so I probably could compose a better battle theme today.

After that, I started implementing the main loop for the boss, where it loops between the attack patterns (because I was just harcoded-ly using a sequence of patterns just for testing) and after that, I started modifying the code used to make the river push the character in order to fix a bug that, when the character is right simultaneously in two 'push zones' with exactly diametric forces of equal strength, they cancel each other and the character just stay still. But I didn't have time to finish it before ending the stream, so I had to let it to another day.

One more thing: I had a very choppy stream for unknown reasons, maybe due to network failures or other reasons. I realized obs was giving me an 'encoding overloaded' error but I could not figure out why, because I always stream with the same quality settings and the same scene setup, so there is no apparent reason for it complaining only today of a problem it never complained before since I stream nearly every day.

Aniway... If you're interested, check out the timelapse (the embedded videos bellow won't show on tumbler dashboard, only on the blog view):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cq_jeU6Xwvk

Also, check out the livestream itself.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJz7FBnx3Zw

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