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I Dressed as a Priest Once

2020.08.23 00:50 boewhiskey I Dressed as a Priest Once

It really wasn’t my idea to dress like a priest for Halloween a couple of years ago. A girl I briefly dated decided to dress like a typical ‘slutty nun’ and thought it would be a fun couple idea for me to dress as a priest. I agreed because she specified that I would be an undead priest and the idea sounded a lot better than my typical lack of costume.
We went to a party one of our mutual friends threw and I, of course, got absolutely wasted. My girlfriend disappeared at some point so when I was ready to walk home, I found myself walking alone, thinking I wasn’t drunk enough to warrant calling a cab or getting a rideshare or seeing if any of my sober friends would take me home. I know, you’re probably already thinking: big mistake. And you’re right. I had walked home inebriated many times before, though, so I really had no reason to think this would be any different. By the time I was about two blocks away, the sidewalk beneath my feet started to tilt and sway. I knew I needed to sit down at least for a few minutes before I continued. And that is how I found myself sitting on the steps of a church, dressed in a priest’s outfit, at almost two in the morning. Looking back, I cringe at how cliche and ironic it was.
My elbows were on my thighs and my hands cradled my head as I stared at the concrete below, focused on my breathing. I noticed footsteps rapidly approaching but didn’t move or think much of it until they stopped a few feet away from me and something fell to the ground. I glanced up and saw a girl standing there, looking at the church doors, a backpack at her feet. She was breathing harder than normal but not quite panting yet, as if she had only started running. I lifted my head slowly and looked at her completely. She was dressed in a sundress made up to have blood and dirt stains on it, along with her long blonde hair and exposed skin. As I tried to think of what her costume might be, she picked the backpack up and walked to the heavy wooden doors. She gripped the handle of one and tugged. Nothing happened. She tugged again and then tried the other door with the same result.
“You’re out of luck, the doors are usually locked by ten or eleven, I think,” I called to her. I turned my head a little to try and see her in my periphery without having to turn my queasy body to do so. She whipped around to look at me, momentary panic on her face. She stared at me for a moment then nodded and walked calmly over to me and sat down. She set the bag between her feet in front of her and unzipped it, pulling out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. Without a word, she offered me one and I shook my head. She paused as if remembering something suddenly and then nodded, placing her cigarette between her lips and lighting it. She took a deep drag and then finally spoke.
“I don’t mean to bother you, Father, but I need to make a confession and I need it to be now,” she said. I looked at her face and saw her staring off in the distance. She was young, I could tell that much, and obviously missed the fake blood and ghoulish makeup I was wearing somehow. She actually thought I was a priest. Maybe it was the alcohol or seeing the distressed and haunted look on her face that kept my mouth shut, but either way, I made the decision on the spot to not correct her. If someone needed to confess about sneaking out and going to a party on Halloween, who was I to deny them a little solace? She probably was just feeling guilty over going against her parents’ wishes or something and so what if I wasn’t a real priest, I could fake it for a few minutes and give her some peace of mind, so long as I didn’t end up vomiting.
I nodded solemnly, putting on my best priest act, “What is it you need to say, my child?”
She held the cigarette in her mouth as she reached down and pulled her shoes off, dropping them haphazardly to the side. Then she stood up, looking at the ground in what I assumed was a shy manner.
“So, Father, I’m sixteen and I’ve lived a… less than pristine life. But I’ve been trying, I really have. I’ve been good and I got myself a job and a place to live that isn’t on the streets. I even have been going to school, trying to graduate and all. I’ve really been working hard, you know? Keeping my head down, minding my business, just moving forward without causing waves or even ripples. I met a guy, Father, a great guy. He moved in with me and we were living a happy life, a quiet life, a good life,” she said. Her last few words trailed off as she became obviously deep in thought and started to pace, her bare feet making almost no noise on the pavement.
“Go on,” I gently urged.
She stopped pacing suddenly and faced me. For the first time, she looked me directly in the eyes and I felt instantly compelled to give her my undivided attention, nausea be damned. She held my gaze and smoked on her cigarette.
“Do you mind if I take off my dress?” She asked. The inflection in her voice and her hands suddenly moving to pull the thin straps off of her shoulders told me that it was more of a rhetorical question so I simply stared, dumbfounded at this girl’s actions. My mind was a steady stream of expletives and questions as she disrobed right there on the sidewalk.
“I didn’t plan it. I really didn’t. It wasn’t something that had ever even crossed my mind, you see, but I just had to bury him,” she said once the dress had fallen to the ground around her feet. It took me a few seconds to focus on what she had spoken but once I did, I only felt my confusion deepen.
“Bury him?” I asked.
“Yes, about eight feet in the ground,” she said, kicking the dress to land on top of the shoes she had tossed aside. “So you understand why I’m asking you to talk to God for me? Let him know I didn’t mean to?”
“What exactly do you mean by bury him?” I asked. This had to be some joke, right? Some Halloween prank or something?
“You see,” she took one final puff from her cigarette and tossed it toward the street. She then leaned forward and I pulled back, bracing myself with my hands on the step behind me. She gripped my legs just above my knees and blew the smoke out in my face. “I found him with another woman in our bed. My bed. The bed that I paid for and I made for him. So I had to find a place in soft ground and dig a hole. I had to give him a new bed once I was done punishing him.”
I tried to not feel nervous about her proximity or her story of killing her boyfriend. She held my gaze and I noticed her eyes were a soft blue color with a gold ring around the pupil. I found myself unable to look away. The longer I stared into her unblinking eyes, I started to lose my senses. First, my sight of anything but her blurred, leaving me with a sort of tunnel vision. Next, the sound of distant traffic and city noises faded away, leaving only auditory blankness. I think this is when my body went numb but honestly, I didn’t even notice it until later. A new smell began to permeate my nostrils. It smelled flowery but sweet enough to be sickening and left an ashy taste in my mouth when I involuntarily tried breathing with it open.
“Father, your breathing has changed. Are you feeling okay?” The girl asked. She continued staring deep into my eyes and I felt one of her hands start creeping up my leg ever so slowly. This was when I noticed that my body was numb, all except where she touched me. “Maybe we can work something out in exchange for you helping me with the Almighty.”
My eyes were still glued to hers and I watched helplessly as the golden rings began to pulse and stretch in strands across the blue iris. I wanted to move, to yell, to push her away, hell, to breathe at my own command but I was a prisoner to her, wholly and completely. From the second she had touched me, I could feel that something was not right. Something primal inside of me was gripped with pure fear but I felt like a caged animal. As I lost myself in the steady, measured beats of the gold, visions began to appear in my mind. There was the girl, dressed as she had been when I first saw her, except clean. She was unlocking a door and opening it to a studio apartment. I saw a man and another woman in bed. There was a blinding flash that hurt my eyes, even though it had come from behind them. I shut my eyes tight and winced. There was another vision, the man, naked, on his knees in what looked like some woods or a park or something. The girl was there, too, holding a large knife to his throat. No, wait, it…
Another flash and I saw his lifeless body, limp on the ground, being carved into with, yes, a knife, it was a knife. But the hand gripping it wasn’t human. The fingers extended too far and the nails were thick, curved slightly, and sharper than naturally possible. There were slices in his skin already and I could tell she had mutilated certain sensitive parts of his body. FLASH!
I saw a different person, an older man. He was yelling at what appeared to be a younger version of the girl in front of me. FLASH! This new man was on his back, desperately trying to shimmy away from her along the floor. Her hands were warped and inhuman again as she held a bloody hammer loosely in her grip. Her hand tightened around it and she lifted her arm. FLASH!
The girl, even younger again, was staring in the mirror. She had bruises on her upper arms and she was crying. Her hands gripped the sink as she spit out blood and shakily turned on the water to wash it down the drain. FLASH! She was looking from her reflection to behind her and back again. There was something dark in the mirror, a figure in a humanoid shape. It was like a dark silhouette that only showed in the reflection. I got the impression that the shadow-thing was speaking to her, as her facial expression changed and her mouth moved to form words, even though I heard none. The reflection of the thing reached out and held her reflection’s shoulder, in an almost lovingly way. It nodded, its face turned to look down on her. Her mouth opened wide in a scream as her hands changed and I saw bones on the child’s back pop and move and shift. It looked horribly painful and I wanted to cry out to her, to scream at that being that she was just a child!
I couldn’t speak, though, and I knew I wasn’t really there. Right before a final flash that brought me back to the current scene, I saw that shadow look up. Pinpricks of honey-gold pulsed and grew larger, forming into the shape of bright eyes and I swear it looked right at me.
There was one final, blinding white flash of pain and I came back to reality, immediately heaving myself to the side and throwing up the entire contents of my stomach. Over the sound of my retching, I heard the girl’s voice from in front of me.
“How did you do that?” She demanded. I didn’t respond but looked at her in exhausted confusion once my internal exodus was finished. She was standing straight, a couple of steps back from me, and glaring at me with panic and hatred burning in her eyes.
In an instant, she was on me, gripping my thighs tight with those claw-like hands that I had seen and her face barely an inch away from mine. She snarled and I saw that her teeth were sharper than I realized before, or they had become sharper in whatever kind of transformation her hands also underwent.
“You shouldn’t have been able to see more than I wanted to show you. Is this some sort of power of God?” She asked. Her voice was lower than before and had almost a gravelly tone to it. The anger seemed to radiate off of her. The honeyed gold in her eyes glowed like an amber fire ready to lash out and envelope me.
“What the hell are you?” I countered. Her visage continued to change, her face appearing more gaunt and sharp. I thought I could hear the sound of large wings flapping nearby.
She didn’t move for a moment that felt like it lasted at least half a lifetime. My heart pounded in my ears and I began to wonder if I would pass out before she enacted her fury on me.
With a final squeeze of my thighs, one that I would later find drew blood, she stood up, eyes closed, and rolled her neck one way and then the other, then her shoulders. She opened her eyes and they were back to the calm blue with a slender golden, not pulsating, ring around the pupil. Her lips curved into a smile and the altered appearance faded away, leaving the young, innocent-looking girl she was when she first walked up.
“Do you think anyone can be saved, Father?” She asked me.
“Y-yes,” I said with a stammer.
“I need to be saved, Father,” she said. I wasn’t sure how to respond and my mind raced, trying to find what to say to keep her peaceful and tell her what she might want to hear.
“Do you regret what you did? Will you repent?” I finally asked.
“You know,” she tapped her chin with two fingers and paused, picking up her backpack and reaching inside, retrieving a t-shirt. As she pulled it over her head, she continued, “At first I didn’t feel bad. I knew that he got what he deserved. But then after a few hours, I started to feel something. There was this itch. An itch I tried to scratch but I couldn’t quite get to.”
“Guilt?” I asked her as she pulled a pair of jeans out of her bag then dropped it back on the ground.
“No, no, a deeper itch. You know what I mean, Father, you must feel it a lot, even if you don’t really know what it is,” she said. Before she put the pants on, she stepped forward again and placed her hands on my knees, one fist clenched around the jeans, the other lightly placed on me. She bit her lip and traced a finger up my inner thigh.
I coughed and shifted uncomfortably on the step.
With a sly and sultry smile, she stood again and began stepping into her pants and pulling them up. As she dressed, she said, nonchalantly, “He was the best I ever had. I regret losing that.”
I really was at a loss for words and could only blink at her. She cocked her head to the side and looked me up and down, like a predator sizing up its prey.
“Say, Father, what do you say we find somewhere a little more private and give it a go? If He can forgive me for my trespasses, I’m sure you’ll be forgiven, too. Or, if I really am going to hell, you can keep me company,” she said.
She approached me once more and leaned close enough that I could feel her breath on my ear as she spoke, “Just put in a good word with the big man and I’ll show you what lust and greed really are. I’m already on the run, why not give me something else to repent and remember?”
“Whoa, stop,” I said, grabbing her waist and pushing her to be at arm’s length from me.
“Am I not pretty enough for you, Father?” She asked. Her voice warped from pure at the beginning of the question to spiteful at the end.
“No, no,” I said, “You’re only sixteen. There is so much about it that would be wrong… and sinful. I cannot do that to an innocent child like you.”
I felt myself spewing the words, trying to stay in character and sound at least somewhat priest-like or pious. She stood up straight and held my gaze. Her eyes were starting to pulse again and her expression was firm and determined.
I felt myself beginning to panic again but the sound of footsteps from the distance seemed to startle her. She whipped her head in the direction the sound was coming from and my own head followed slowly. We both saw a group of people walking down the street, in our direction. They were laughing and talking with no idea as to what was going on here on the steps of this church. The girl looked back at me, calm again. Without a word, she bent down and pulled a pair of shoes out of her backpack. After removing a book of matches from inside one and a small bottle of lighter fluid from the other, she slipped them on. She doused the pile of clothes and the shoes she had been wearing with the fluid then dropped the bottle on top and struck a match. Tucking it back into the fold of the matchbook, she tossed it at the very top, a flaming cherry on top of the mound. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for it all to light up and begin burning.
“Thanks for listening, dear Father,” she said, leaning over and kissing my cheek. Then she walked away as if nothing had happened, glancing over her shoulder at me one last time before she turned a corner and vanished.
I sat there for a little while longer, absentmindedly watching the pile of clothes burn and then die out. Once it was done, I came back to my senses and continued my walk home. It was a strange encounter and left me a nervous wreck for a few days but eventually faded into the background of my life within a few months. In those first few days, I saw a news story of a young woman being arrested after a brief search. The girl had mutilated and murdered her boyfriend. Even without seeing an image of who was arrested, I was sure it had to be her. At the very least, I hoped it was her. Knowing she was behind bars helped ease my mind as I moved on from that night.
I would have left this terrible experience in the past and probably only remembered it when asked what the craziest thing I had been through was, but I received a letter in the mail yesterday. It has me on edge and I’m not sure what to do about it. It read as follows:
“Dear Father,
Have you missed me? They caught me for what I did and I’ve been locked away. Don’t worry, though, I’ve been strong and taking it in stride. I prayed for what I did and I’ve forgiven myself. There is so much worse I’ve done since then, anyways. I think I’m overdue for a confession, a long one. Even though I know I’m going to hell, it couldn’t hurt, right? I’d love to see you again and I will be getting out soon. I’m looking forward to speaking with you again. Halloween night has been so long ago but I’ve kept it fondly in my memories. I’ll see you soon.
Yours,
The Girl on the Church Steps”
I have no idea how she’s ‘getting out soon’ if she went down for murder. I never gave her my name. I never gave her my address. I don’t know how to process the fact that below her closing line there is a lip-print in blood-red lipstick.
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2020.08.21 00:04 DTG_Bot This Week at Bungie - 8/20/20

Source: https://www.bungie.net/en/News/Article/49454
This week at Bungie, we are sharing more details on the DCV.
Back in June, we introduced the concept of the [Destiny Content Vault (DCV)](http://), an approach to evolving the game that will allow us to add new content, bring back some of Destiny’s greatest hits from the past, and support Destiny 2 for years to come.
As a quick refresher, when Year 4 kicks off on November 10th, Io, Titan, Mars, Mercury, and Leviathan will all enter the Destiny Content Vault to make room for Cosmodrome’s return and Europa’s debut.
Since announcing the DCV, we know there have been a lot of questions about what’s going away and how game systems will evolve to reflect the more dynamic nature of Destiny 2’s future.
Most questions are answered by this rule of thumb, “When a destination goes into the DCV, so too do its PvE activities and associated rewards.” But there are some edge cases and we want to be crystal clear with players about the details of what’s staying and what’s going so there is no confusion, and everyone can prepare.
Today we’re going to explore what Destiny 2 will look like on November 10. Then, we’re going to spend some time helping you plan your gameplay to finish up your quests, earn your Triumphs, and complete your collections before November 10.

Core Activities

Up first are the core repeatable activities of Destiny 2: strikes, Crucible, Gambit, raids, and dungeons. Strikes This one is covered entirely by the standard Vaulting rule of thumb. As a destination is Vaulted, its strikes enter the DCV.
Available Strikes on November 10 Moving into the DCV
EDZ - The Arms Dealer // Lake of Shadows Io - The Pyramidion // The Festering Core
Nessus - Inverted Spire // Exodus Crash // Insight Terminus Titan - Savathûn’s Song
Tangled Shore - Warden of Nothing // The Hallowed Lair // Broodhold Mars - Strange Terrain // Will of the Thousands
Dreaming City - The Corrupted Mercury - Tree of Probabilities // A Garden World
Moon - The Scarlet Keep --
Cosmodrome - Will of Crota --
Europa - [Redacted] --
*Destiny’s Devil’s Lair and Fallen S.A.B.E.R. are coming out of the Vault in Year 4.
Gambit and Gambit Prime As a reminder, Gambit and Gambit Prime will be merging into a single experience when Year 4 kicks off on November 10. The new version of Gambit will be similar to Gambit Prime as a single round face off with tweaked Blockers, heavier mote drain, and some changes to the Primeval fight. We will give more details on these updates before the revamped mode goes live next Season.
Unlike strikes and other PvE content, the Year 4 Gambit playlist map selection is a “best of” list (and is one of those edge cases we mentioned above). We felt it was important to keep the select Gambit maps in rotation for the best competitive play (regardless of their destination’s fictional state).
Available Gambit Maps on November 10 Moving into the DCV
Emerald Coast (EDZ) Cathedral of Scars (Dreaming City)
Legions Folly (Nessus) Kell’s Grave (Tangled Shore)
Deep Six (Titan) --
New Arcadia (Mars) --
Note: As we perform maintenance on the activity, Gambit Prime armor perks will be deprecated. We are exploring ways to rebalance and reintroduce some of these perks as armor mods in the future. Alongside these changes, we’ll be rotating some maps into the DCV, while retaining popular arenas for the mode.
Crucible Like Gambit, the new Crucible map playlist will be a curated “best of” mix and will be pulled from both Destiny 1 and 2’s legacy. Here is a look at the planned rotation in Year 4 as well as the maps being Vaulted.
Available PvP Maps on November 10 Moving into the DCV
Destiny - Bannerfall // Exodus Blue // Rusted Lands // Twilight Gap Meltdown // Solitude // Retribution // The Citadel // Emperor’s Respite // Equinox // Eternity // Firebase Echo // Gamber’s Ruin // Legion’s Gulch // Vostok
Destiny 2 - Altar of Flame // The Anomaly // The Burnout // Cauldron // Convergence // The Dead Cliffs // Distant Shore // Endless Vale // The Fortress // Fragment // Javelin-4 // Midtown // Pacifica // Radiant Cliffs // Widow’s Court // Wormhaven --
As Year 4 starts, we’re also taking the opportunity to focus the Crucible experience by reducing the number of PvP playlists and modes to those that receive the most play. This will increase the matchmaking pools for the remaining playlists and make it easier to find matches with better connections.We’ll have a full preview of Crucible changes later this Season, but here’s a preview of modes that will be active, and modes that will be transitioning into the DCV:
Available PvP Modes on November 10 Moving into the DCV
Rumble Supremacy
Clash Countdown
Control Lockdown
Iron Banner Control Breakthrough
Elimination Doubles
Trials of Osiris Momentum Control
Showdown Scorched
Survival --
Mayhem Clash --
Trials of Osiris Note In case it’s not clear from the note above, the Trials of Osiris experience is not impacted by other content moving into the DCV this year. The Lighthouse will continue to be available to those who are able to complete a Flawless passage.
Raids and Dungeons No dungeons will be rotating into the DCV this November, as all dungeon-hosting destinations will remain active in the game during Year 4. Note that the Prophecy dungeon will become temporarily unavailable for a brief period to allow our team to make a necessary technical update. Expect details on dates and timing soon.
Available Dungeons on November 10 Moving into the DCV
Shattered Throne (Dreaming City) None
Pit of Heresy (Moon) --
Prophecy --
Like strikes, raids follow the simple Vaulting rule: as a destination enters the DCV, so too do its raids.
Available Raids on November 10 Moving into the DCV
[Redacted] Leviathan
Last Wish (Dreaming City) Eater of Worlds (Leviathan)
Garden of Salvation (Black Garden) Spire of Stars (Leviathan)
-- Scourge of the Past (Last City)
-- Crown of Sorrows (Leviathan)
Anticipating players would want to grab the coveted raid rewards and Triumphs before they enter the Vault. This year’s Moments of Triumph currently features the five raids being added to the DCV with the reward lockouts removed to make grinding them extra... well, rewarding. If you’re looking to earn your Raid Ring, Moments of Triumph Seal, or just finish collecting the last few items for your collection, you have the rest of the Season to jump in with your friends and close out strong.
We also plan to bring the Vault of Glass out of the DCV and into Destiny 2 for the first time at some point during Year 4.

Completing Your Collection

Exotic Quests As content enters the DCV, there will be some Exotic quests that can obviously no longer be completed in their original forms. Those quests will be retired on November 10 and incomplete progress abandoned.
If you want to acquire these Exotics via their original quests, do so prior to the end of the Season of Arrivals:
  • Sturm
  • MIDA Multi-tool
  • Rat King
  • Legend of Acrius
  • Sleeper Simulant
  • Polaris Lance
  • Worldline Zero
  • Ace of Spades
  • The Last Word
  • Le Monarque
  • Jotunn
  • Izanagi's Burden
  • Thorn
  • Lumina
  • Truth
  • Bad Juju
None of these legacy Exotics are being retired from Destiny 2. Their original acquisition journeys are simply entering the DCV alongside their supporting destination and activity content.
We still want new and existing players to be able to earn these legacy Exotics, so starting in Year 4, any Exotic tied to a quest that has been Vaulted (like those listed above) will now become available through a new Memorial kiosk situated among the Vault kiosks in the Tower. We’ll have more information later this Season on how the Exotic Archive works, and how to earn any Exotics that you don’t get your hands on before Year 4.
Now, you may be asking “Hey, what about catalysts previously acquired through content that’s now in the DCV?” Here is a list of catalysts that are going into the DCV and will be unavailable to earn starting in Season 12.
Available Catalysts on November 10 Moving into the DCV
Ace of Spades Bad Juju
Black Talon The Huckleberry
Borealis Izanagi's Burden
Cerberus+1 Legend of Acrius
Coldheart Polaris Lance
The Colony Skyburner's Oath
Crimson Sleeper Simulant
D.A.R.C.I. Telesto
Eriana's Vow Outbreak Perfected
Fighting Lion Whisper of the Worm
The Fourth Horseman Worldline Zero
Gravitron Lance --
Hard Light --
Jade Rabbit --
Lord of Wolves --
Lumina --
Merciless --
MIDA Multi-Tool --
Prometheus Lens --
The Prospector --
Rat King --
Riskrunner --
Sturm --
Sunshot --
SUROS Regime --
Sweet Business --
Symmetry --
Tommy's Matchbook --
Tractor Cannon --
Trinity Ghoul --
Vigilance Wing ---
Wardcliff Coil --
Witherhoard --
If you have these catalysts already equipped and their objectives completed, you can continue using them at your leisure. If you already have any catalysts with an asterisk, make sure you finish completing the necessary objective to apply it as the objective will no longer be available at the end of Season of Arrivals.
All of these catalysts will come out of the Vault and be made available with new objectives(if needed) in a future Season. But You Still Didn’t Answer My Question!
Q. What goes away when a destination is Vaulted?
A. When a destination enters the DCV, its PvE content will no longer be available. Explicitly, this includes their unique:
  • Story missions and cinematics
  • Strikes (detailed above)
  • Raids (detailed above)
  • Dungeons (detailed above)
  • Adventures
  • Secret missions
  • Vendors and associated bounties
  • Destination-specific patrols
  • Collectables & scannables
  • Destination-specific activities (Ex: Mercury’s Forge, Mars’ Escalation Protocol)
  • Freely roaming the destinations themselves, exploring Lost Sectors, etc.
Q. What will new Guardians experience if the Year 1 campaigns are going away?
A. With some of the core Year 1 destinations entering the Vault, it’s true that the free-for-all-players Red War, Curse of Osiris, and Warmind campaigns will no longer be playable.
We are building a new, expanded Guardian origin story on the Cosmodrome that will launch alongside Year 4 and will be available to all Guardians to play. It is designed to introduce you to the world and mechanics of Destiny and prepare you to play the action MMO game we all enjoy. The Forsaken and Shadowkeep story campaigns will still be playable in Year 4 for owners of those expansions.
Q. What’s happening to The Whisper and Zero Hour secret missions and their Exotic rewards?
A. The Whisper is entering the Vault alongside Io, and so too is Zero Hour (given the old Tower was part of the Red War campaign and which is also entering the Vault). Their Exotic weapon rewards will not be acquirable until we find a new way to reintroduce them, so if you’re keen to get them, make sure you do that now!
Q. With the Forsaken campaign, Tangled Shore, and Dreaming City sticking around after Beyond Light’s launch, does that mean other Year 2 Seasonal content will remain playable in Year 4 too?
A. No. The Year 2 Seasonal content - including Forges, Reckoning, and Menagerie - will be entering the DCV on November 10. Be sure to experience that content and mark the final items off your collections and checklists before they are Vaulted. Here’s a cheat sheet of what to complete:
  • Ada-1, Black Armory, and Season of the Forge quests.
  • Gambit Prime, Reckoning, and Season of the Drifter quests.
  • Benedict-66, Werner 99-40, Menagerie, and Season of Opulence quests.
  • Pinnacle and pursuit weapon quests.
    • Note: These weapons will receive an alternate acquisition method. More details to come later this Season.
We have no doubt that you’ll have more questions on what’s coming and going this fall. We’ll be sharing more updates and Destiny Player Support will always have the latest updates available in our help archives. Here is a link to our DPS article that shares more details on the DCV.

Fashion Show at Lunch

Last week, Dmg challenged you in the ways of looking fabulous. We have been scrolling through the #SolsticeFashionShow hashtag and picking out a few of our favorites. All of these best dressed Guardians will be receiving the rare and coveted Levante Prize emblem.
“Solar Eclipse” - @Bungie #SolsticeFashionShow pic.twitter.com/0u3QDCewDI
— Hoplite (@HopliteDestiny) August 13, 2020
"Innermost Enlightenment"#SolsticeFashionShow From the Garden with love @Bungie pic.twitter.com/S8xrWJGwF8
— Person of Salt (@alxgtze) August 13, 2020
HAPPY SOLSTICE OF FIRE GUARDIANS 🔥🔥🔥@Bungie #SolsticeFashionShow pic.twitter.com/abX70WQVc5
— holdTheDooR_ (@blekonja) August 14, 2020
“Embodiment of the Warbeast”. My Red Legion war beast themed titan. @Bungie #SolsticeFashionShow pic.twitter.com/SZz4Ib9XWc
— lasagna (@OBTMut) August 14, 2020
#SolsticeFashionShow in the ascendant realm with my new glows. @Bungie pic.twitter.com/kXhwfTrDnh
— Hunter Blackston (@NonzeroWinter) August 13, 2020
Void is the way.. @Bungie #SolsticeFashionShow pic.twitter.com/Sz5wawqYjw
— Gregory Berg (@realGregBerg) August 14, 2020
#SolsticeFashionShow@bungie
"For the day we're free" lord fellwinter pic.twitter.com/BWoTYrHj3N
— Bernardosp (@Bernardosp4) August 14, 2020
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Gone Beyond Light
Screenshots By: Shadow
PSN: Shadow-Dragon656@Bungie #SolsticeFashionShow pic.twitter.com/MCgpDIIaq1
— Shadow-Dragon656 (@ShadowDragon656) August 14, 2020
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Prime Gaming

More Prime Gaming Rewards went live this week. If you’ve already signed up, click here to claim your rewards and Amanda Holliday will have your new items waiting. Everyone else can sign up here by linking your Bungie.net account. Here’s a look at what rewards Amanda will have for you this month:
  • Standoff - Exotic Emote
  • Neon Helix Shell - Exotic Ghost
  • Vespulaser - Exotic Sparrow
  • Egbe-01X - Legendary Ship
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Check back next month and we will have a new shipment of Prime Gaming rewards for you to pick up from Amanda.

Pardon Our Dust

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Our Player Support team is tracking new issues as well as the updates to fix them.
This is their report.

SOLSTICE BOUNTIES

In today’s Hotfix 2.9.1.3, we resolved an issue where weekly and repeatable Solstice of Heroes bounties did not grant Bright Dust rewards upon completion. Solstice bounties will now award the following amounts of Bright Dust on completion alongside their other rewards:
Weekly Bounty: 200 Bright Dust per bounty.
Repeatable Bounty: 10 Bright Dust per bounty.
We are currently investigating a solution for players who missed out on Bright Dust rewards from bounty completions prior to the Hotfix, and will be granting Bright Dust to affected players in the near future.

MEANS TO AN END

With Hotfix 2.9.1.3 we have resolved an issue causing the weekly Means to an End quest to be deleted off of players, preventing them from collecting their weekly Pinnacle reward.
Players who still encounter issues with the quest should report to our #Help forum.

EAZ WEEKLY CHALLENGES

Earlier this week we disabled the EAZ Weekly challenges due to an issue preventing players from receiving Powerful Gear rewards upon completion. This issue should now be resolved, and the EAZ Weekly challenges re-enabled for all players.
Players who continue to encounter issues with the challenges should report to our #Help Forum.

KNOWN ISSUES

While we continue investigating various known issues, here is a list of the latest issues that were reported to us in our #Help Forum:
  • The armor glows on the Magnificent Solstice armor sets and ornaments are less intense than intended.
  • Upgrading from the Majestic to the Magnificent Solstice armor set can result in a slight Power level reduction.
  • The Hunter Solstice Vest creates a gap at the waist of the female character model when used with certain leg armor.
  • The Solstice glows on male Hunters aren’t aligned on the right knee.
  • The Renewed Solstice Triumph incorrectly states it unlocks after earning a Majestic Solstice set, when it actually requires a Magnificent Solstice set.
For a full list of emergent issues in Destiny 2, players can review our Known Issues article. Players who observe other issues should report them to our #Help forum.

Places Everyone

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Let’s watch some movies, yea? We’re lucky to have so many talented members of our community cutting together creative videos each week and love showing them off. The rules are simple, the winners get an emblem, and don’t tell DeeJ about the carton of milk I left under his desk before quarantine began. Here are the winners.
Movie of the Week: Bikro Mini
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Honorable Mention: Space Cowboy
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Congratulations to all the winners. Please make sure you have your Bungie.net profile in the description of your video so we can send you your emblems.
Its been a busy week. Solstice rolls on as Guardians collect their armor and explore the EAZ. We gave you another look at the Destiny Content Vault and what changes to expect next season. We’re sure you have more questions. We will have more info to share before the end of the Season. See you next week.
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2020.08.10 12:46 wilk007 TopCashBack & Quidco Gambling Mega Post

Hey BeerMoneyUK gang, I've been trawling through the TCB & QuidCo gambling offers for a couple years now, and I thought I would do a bit a write up for when you should do each one.
Through the year, each of the gambling sites offer various amounts of cashback for x amount deposited & wagered. I've seen (and capitalised on) most of them so I thought I would compile the best ROIs for each site I have used.
Buckle up, this may be a long one:
TopCashBack:
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From best to worst:
Betfair Casino
Betfair casino have only shitty offers available right now, but through the year they have two offers which are great depending on what you want to invest, so wait for one of these to appear:
  • Deposit & Wager £50 for £100 cashback (you'll likely make most of the £50 back if you play decent slots, and then you have the £100, so you're looking at up to £150 profit, personally I made £200 as I got lucky on the slots).
  • Deposit and wager £10 for £50 cashback (better if you don't have much cash to start with, slightly lower return and lower odds of getting any of that £10 back but still huge roi)
Kitty Bingo
They currently don't have any offers running, but when they do, wait for the:
  • Deposit and wager £10 for £20 cashback
Give Back Bingo
They currently don't have any offers running, but when they do, wait for the:
  • Deposit and wager £10 for £20 cashback
Regal Wins
They currently don't have any offers running, but when they do, wait for the:
  • Deposit and wager £10 for £30 cashback
Magical Vegas
They currently don't have any offers running, but when they do, wait for the:
  • Deposit and wager £10 for £30 cashback
Spin & Win
They currently don't have any offers running, but when they do, wait for the:
  • Deposit and wager £10 for £30 cashback
Coral Casino
This one is currently live and has the best offer I've seen to date (better than when I did the deal the first time):
  • Deposit £10 for £34 cashback
Lotto Land
The best offers are currently running and they don't change much through the year and roi is fairly small but the best two are:
  • Deposit £1 for £6.80 cashback
  • Deposit £5.01 for £11.05 cashback
  • Deposit £10.01 for £17.00 cashback
Paddy Power Casino
The current offer is 10 in 17 out, but wait for this to increase in coming months. The best offers that have appeared are:
  • Deposit & Wager £10 for £20 cashback
  • Deposit & Wager £25 for £50 cashback
Football Index
You're almost guaranteed to get 100% of your wager back if you just buy and sell the players quickly. No current offers but the two to look out for are:
  • Deposit and wager £10 for £20 cashback
  • Deposit and wager £20 for £50 cashback (this one is only around for like one week throughout the year so maybe don't hold your breath for this one)
Pokerstars
Pokerstars currently have a deposit £25 for £25 back but it's best to wait for the below offer. If you're half decent at poker (or know how to hedge your bets well on roulette) you're almost guaranteed your deposit back after wagering.
  • Deposit and wager £25 for £25 cashback
Sky Vegas / Casino
No current offers, and they'er stingy fuckers so the best offer is only £5 guaranteed return, but again if you wager on the right shit you'll get most of your deposit back.
  • Deposit & wager £20 for £25 back
Sun Bingo
No current offers but when they come back the best one will be:
  • Deposit and wager £10 for £26 cashback
Lucky Pants Bingo
No current offers but when they come back:
  • Deposit and wager £10 for £20 cashback
Lucky VIP Casino
No current offers but when they return the best is:
  • Deposit & wager £10 for £20 cashback
Deposit & Wager Matched
Offers from these sites never give any guaranteed ROI, you just earn what you win as they match your deposit & wager whatever the number is (all between £10 and £30)
  • Mr Spin
  • Black Type Casino
  • Matchbook Casino
  • Dunder
  • Mega Casino
  • Virgin Games
  • Starspins
QuidCo:
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There aren't many quidco offers that beat the topcashback ones, the only two that come to mind are:
Gala Bingo
No current offers but the one to go for when they are back is:
  • Deposit and wager £5 for £50 cashback
Foxy Bingo
No current offers but when they're back:
  • Deposit and wager £10 for £40 cashback
As you will have read, most gambling sites aren't quite ready to return to the cashback websites yet, especially not with their best offers. This will serve as a guide to the best offers to capitalise on when things are back to normal.
If you check TCB and QCo once a week you'll catch all of the above offers in the next year, as most offers run for a week minimum. Any offers running less than a week and I or somebody else will likely post about them.
Peace
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2020.08.07 01:20 needlesslynitpicky I love 'em but they frustrate me - A collection of my petty complaints that I'm too nice to say to their faces.

My ILs are not at the level of of JUSTNO-ILs, and also slightly Kevinish. Despite it all, they are extremely loving to each other and to loving and generous to us, but also exhausting because of so many things that they are totally unable or unwilling to change about themselves. Here's some examples:
MIL believes a particular Vitamin (I'll call it Vitamin X) and essential oils are the cure to all ailments. She also says prayer works, but she seems to spend a lot more time "researching" and using and touting her various oils. She apparently buys Vitamin X in bulk powder form, and self-manufactures her own pill form of it, using premade pill capsules, which she then pushes on her children and their families whenever they come over. And she eats probably 100x the recommended daily allowance per day, or pops another one whenever she feels ill. She blames her family's health problems on genetics and an "inability to absorb nutrients" (and found a "nutritionist" who agrees with her and gives her weekly "nutrient IVs") rather than on her lifestyle (extremely sedentary) and diet (mostly processed and non-plant-based).
MIL also tends to believe many conspiracy theories, because her best friend's husband is a full-on conspiracy theorist who works for the government (low-level, local elected official) and therefore MUST know what he's talking about. She believes that hospitals keep people sick intentionally, so they can charge more in medical bills (she stated this to me, despite the fact that her own daughter IS a nurse working in a hospital). Luckily, MIL still brings her family members to the ER when they need it (after Vitamin X fails to cure it, of course).
MIL also falls for MLM marketing a lot. One christmas, she gave everyone an "amazing cleaning product" she found which is "100% natural" and "more effective than any other cleaner." I later did some googling and found that the product is nothing special - composed of about 99% alcohol, and 1% an essential oil. I'd be fine using the alcohol, as I know that it IS an effective solvent, but that 1% essential oil gave it such an overwhelming and unbearable odor that I had to just throw it all away. And we've TOLD her before that strong smells, even "nice" ones, trigger her child's migraine's and my allergies. To be fair to her, though, she also gave us many nice Christmas presents that were more thoughtful.
FIL and MIL both tend to believe any alternative medicine theory they hear of, and then promote it enthusiastically and authoritatively without understanding any of the background. For example, when a relative was diagnosed with gestational diabetes, FIL immediately advised her to begin intermittent fasting in the 3rd Trimester (fasting while pregnant is generally not advised, and especially not advised with gestational diabetes). MIL, on the other hand, advised her not to fast at all but rather to DRASTICALLY increase her fat intake, because baby's growing brain needs fat (ALSO not advised for gestational diabetes, as excessive weight gain is a bigger concern with GD). Luckily, the pregnant lady herself ignored their advice and simply kept her GD under control via the diet recommended by an actual medical professional. The baby turned out fine.
MIL and FIL are both hoarders, but both blame the other one for being hoarders. MIL seems to hoard items that are actually useful, or could be useful, or are only slightly broken and "could be fixed, and then we'll have an extra in case the other one breaks." Like appliances, children's toys ("for the grandkids someday"), etc. She also buys way too many things just because they're on sale, and so has a huge amount of expired produce on hand at any given time, and doesn't really eat much produce anyway because she prefers to get her vitamins through supplements. FIL, on the other hand, hoards trash, because he has delusions of being an upcycling retail tycoon. Not only does he save everything from past-dated sale flyers and newspapers and used medical gauze, he also aggressively pursues obtaining more stuff FROM people.
He asked if he could have our weekly grocery store ad which he saw on the counter, because he wanted to "make something out of it." I said no, it's the current ad and I might want to use it this week. He asked if he can have any expired ones I have around. I said I don't save expired ones, I recycle them when they're done. He asked if we can start keeping a box in our entryway to put newspapers "or anything else you're going to throw away" into, so that he can periodically pick it up at his convenience. At this point, his son stepped in and said "No!" to which he responded, "So can I have this ad then?" (same one he first asked about) and I had to say No again.
One visit, as they were leaving, his eye caught some plastic flower pots in our garage which I had cleaned and left out to dry. He asked if he could keep those, or if I was going to reuse them, to which I again had to say no you may not, I AM going to reuse them.
It's not just junk that he obsessively collects. Anything that attracts his notice immediately becomes his obsession. I collect a particular item which is used and manufactured around the world (think stamps, coins, matchbooks, postcards, etc.). They come in a decent variety, often have beautiful illustrations, and are often easy to identify the country of origin based on the language they display. For simplicity, I'll call it postage stamps. So, the other day, my family attended a "Stamps" show/sale, and I purchased several new ones for my collection. All beautiful, all different. FIL saw us shortly after, while they were still in my possession, and wanted to see them. Upon seeing them, he immediately began asking if he could buy this one or that one from me, saying "these 2 look identical, can't I buy one from you?" (NO! I scream internally. I JUST BOUGHT THEM! And in what world do a leopard and a tiger look identical????)
Ever since FIL found out I collect stamps, he has been saving stamps and giving them to me. But always insisting that he knows more than he does. The first time, he presented me with a small handful of them and told me "These ones are from Spain." I thanked him graciously and said, "Oh, these are actually from the USA, but I didn't have any of this kind yet!" And he continued to insist they were from Spain. (They were not - they even say USA on them, and have pictures of US presidents). The next time, he gave me a small handfull of them and said "these are probably from Italy" (they were all from China... Chinese letters do not look like the Italian language, and also the portrait of the very chinese-looking guy in a very Chinese hat should've been a clue). THe third time, he told me that he saves every stamp he comes across for me, except for the USA ones, because "he keeps those." Then immediately gave me a bunch that he insisted, again, were from spain. They were again from the USA - the most common type, so commonplace that he MUST have seen them multiple times a week throughout his life; HOW DOES HE THINK THEY ARE FROM SPAIN????? Also, one of the "stamps" was just a "sticker."
FIL also gifts us junk. He tried to give us used medical supplies (he washed the blood off first, he said). He tried to give us used disposable plastic bags. He saves rusty hardware and regifts it to people for birthdays and Christmas.
His latest endeavor is that he has "started a business" because he's retiring soon. His business is that he will take garbage and "recovered materials" (like used plastic containers) and make it into ant farms and sell at some other vendor's booth at a craft show, so that he doesn't have to get his own booth.
MIL and FIL are both terrible drivers and have wrecked multiple vehicles. My family, despite several of them being somewhat bad/scary drivers (in my opinion) have never done worse than dent a vehicle. No one in my family has EVER totalled a vehicle. The ILs have totalled several, and severely damaged several more.
MIL and FIL used to have cats. Because one of their relatives was a cat "breeder" (hoarder), so they got the freebies/rejects. MIL and FIL also very rarely vacuumed, so while they had cats, there were always huge balls of fur accumulated in the corners throughout the house. One of the cats was morbidly obese. This was because apparently one day (before the cat was fat) MIL had set his dry catfood out, and he didn't eat it right away. So she doused it with pure fat in order to entice him to eat it. He ate it right away, of course, and from that day on, she gave him his fat with every meal. For his body weight, it would be the equivalent of a human adult eating 2 whole sticks of butter every day in addition to their normal food.
FIL and MIL are chronically late to everything. They were a few hours late to their daughter's wedding (conveniently, so was the bride, so all the pre-wedding scheduled activities had to be rescheduled AND relocated in order to keep the ceremony itself at its scheduled time before the venue closed for the day). Holiday Dinners typically begin about 2-3 hours after the time that they announce ahead of time the meal will begin (sometimes we get there on time and they haven't started cooking yet). But now we know better, and we just eat before we arrive.
The ILs are even "late" if they are the hosts. When we show up on time, they are usually just starting to "clean" (move furniture around) and haven't begun any food prep. On a major holiday, their daughter the nurse was scheduled for 2nd shift - no getting out of that on a major holiday; it's an essential position - and had warned the whole family ahead of time that she could come to lunch, but not supper. So they scheduled lunch to start at noon, and most of the relatives who were bringing side dishes showed up before noon with their food contributions ready to serve, but predictably the Holiday Turkey and a few other things the hosts were providing were not ready until about 2:15. No one was allowed to snack on side dishes ahead of time, because that "wouldn't be fair" to the BIL and FIL who were outside cooking the turkey. Then MIL, FIL, and other SIL were all surprised when the nurse had to leave about 10 minutes into the meal - "But we just started! You haven't had dessert!" (Is there anything worse than having to smell delicious mashed potatoes, gravy, fresh pies, etc. for 2 hours without being allowed to eat it?!?!?!? AGONY!)
Why do we put up with all this, you might ask? Shouldn't we talk about our concerns with them? Well, we've tried in the past, and here's how it always goes: If you tell FIL he's wrong or mistaken, he will go selectively deaf and thus talking is completely ineffective. If you tell MIL she's wrong, however gently, she will be very very hurt, and then the tardy SIL will take GREAT offense on MIL's behalf and in an effort to cheer MIL up, convince her that the "criticizer" is completely unjustified (hence how the poor cat died of obesity at a young age).
Despite all these "quirks" they managed to raise an amazing and wonderful man, whom I married. :) And a pretty normal daughter too, who is a good nurse and a great SIL. 2 out of 4 isn't bad, right? So, we put up with them and love them anyway, because we sure can't change 'em. :)
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2020.07.21 19:07 boewhiskey I Dressed as a Priest Once

It really wasn’t my idea to dress like a priest for Halloween a couple of years ago. A girl I briefly dated decided to dress like a typical ‘slutty nun’ and thought it would be a fun couple idea for me to dress as a priest. I agreed because she specified that I would be an undead priest and the idea sounded a lot better than my typical lack of costume.
We went to a party one of our mutual friends threw and I, of course, got absolutely wasted. My girlfriend disappeared at some point so when I was ready to walk home, I found myself walking alone, thinking I wasn’t drunk enough to warrant calling a cab or getting a rideshare or seeing if any of my sober friends would take me home. I know, you’re probably already thinking: big mistake. And you’re right. I had walked home inebriated many times before, though, so I really had no reason to think this would be any different. By the time I was about two blocks away, the sidewalk beneath my feet started to tilt and sway. I knew I needed to sit down at least for a few minutes before I continued. And that is how I found myself sitting on the steps of a church, dressed in a priest’s outfit, at almost two in the morning. Looking back, I cringe at how cliche and ironic it was.
My elbows were on my thighs and my hands cradled my head as I stared at the concrete below, focused on my breathing. I noticed footsteps rapidly approaching but didn’t move or think much of it until they stopped a few feet away from me and something fell to the ground. I glanced up and saw a girl standing there, looking at the church doors, a backpack at her feet. She was breathing harder than normal but not quite panting yet, as if she had only started running. I lifted my head slowly and looked at her completely. She was dressed in a sundress made up to have blood and dirt stains on it, along with her long blonde hair and exposed skin. As I tried to think of what her costume might be, she picked the backpack up and walked to the heavy wooden doors. She gripped the handle of one and tugged. Nothing happened. She tugged again and then tried the other door with the same result.
“You’re out of luck, the doors are usually locked by ten or eleven, I think,” I called to her. I turned my head a little to try and see her in my periphery without having to turn my queasy body to do so. She whipped around to look at me, momentary panic on her face. She stared at me for a moment then nodded and walked calmly over to me and sat down. She set the bag between her feet in front of her and unzipped it, pulling out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. Without a word, she offered me one and I shook my head. She paused as if remembering something suddenly and then nodded, placing her cigarette between her lips and lighting it. She took a deep drag and then finally spoke.
“I don’t mean to bother you, Father, but I need to make a confession and I need it to be now,” she said. I looked at her face and saw her staring off in the distance. She was young, I could tell that much, and obviously missed the fake blood and ghoulish makeup I was wearing somehow. She actually thought I was a priest. Maybe it was the alcohol or seeing the distressed and haunted look on her face that kept my mouth shut, but either way, I made the decision on the spot to not correct her. If someone needed to confess about sneaking out and going to a party on Halloween, who was I to deny them a little solace? She probably was just feeling guilty over going against her parents’ wishes or something and so what if I wasn’t a real priest, I could fake it for a few minutes and give her some peace of mind, so long as I didn’t end up vomiting.
I nodded solemnly, putting on my best priest act, “What is it you need to say, my child?”
She held the cigarette in her mouth as she reached down and pulled her shoes off, dropping them haphazardly to the side. Then she stood up, looking at the ground in what I assumed was a shy manner.
“So, Father, I’m sixteen and I’ve lived a… less than pristine life. But I’ve been trying, I really have. I’ve been good and I got myself a job and a place to live that isn’t on the streets. I even have been going to school, trying to graduate and all. I’ve really been working hard, you know? Keeping my head down, minding my business, just moving forward without causing waves or even ripples. I met a guy, Father, a great guy. He moved in with me and we were living a happy life, a quiet life, a good life,” she said. Her last few words trailed off as she became obviously deep in thought and started to pace, her bare feet making almost no noise on the pavement.
“Go on,” I gently urged.
She stopped pacing suddenly and faced me. For the first time, she looked me directly in the eyes and I felt instantly compelled to give her my undivided attention, nausea be damned. She held my gaze and smoked on her cigarette.
“Do you mind if I take off my dress?” She asked. The inflection in her voice and her hands suddenly moving to pull the thin straps off of her shoulders told me that it was more of a rhetorical question so I simply stared, dumbfounded at this girl’s actions. My mind was a steady stream of expletives and questions as she disrobed right there on the sidewalk.
“I didn’t plan it. I really didn’t. It wasn’t something that had ever even crossed my mind, you see, but I just had to bury him,” she said once the dress had fallen to the ground around her feet. It took me a few seconds to focus on what she had spoken but once I did, I only felt my confusion deepen.
“Bury him?” I asked.
“Yes, about eight feet in the ground,” she said, kicking the dress to land on top of the shoes she had tossed aside. “So you understand why I’m asking you to talk to God for me? Let him know I didn’t mean to?”
“What exactly do you mean by bury him?” I asked. This had to be some joke, right? Some Halloween prank or something?
“You see,” she took one final puff from her cigarette and tossed it toward the street. She then leaned forward and I pulled back, bracing myself with my hands on the step behind me. She gripped my legs just above my knees and blew the smoke out in my face. “I found him with another woman in our bed. My bed. The bed that I paid for and I made for him. So I had to find a place in soft ground and dig a hole. I had to give him a new bed once I was done punishing him.”
I tried to not feel nervous about her proximity or her story of killing her boyfriend. She held my gaze and I noticed her eyes were a soft blue color with a gold ring around the pupil. I found myself unable to look away. The longer I stared into her unblinking eyes, I started to lose my senses. First, my sight of anything but her blurred, leaving me with a sort of tunnel vision. Next, the sound of distant traffic and city noises faded away, leaving only auditory blankness. I think this is when my body went numb but honestly, I didn’t even notice it until later. A new smell began to permeate my nostrils. It smelled flowery but sweet enough to be sickening and left an ashy taste in my mouth when I involuntarily tried breathing with it open.
“Father, your breathing has changed. Are you feeling okay?” The girl asked. She continued staring deep into my eyes and I felt one of her hands start creeping up my leg ever so slowly. This was when I noticed that my body was numb, all except where she touched me. “Maybe we can work something out in exchange for you helping me with the Almighty.”
My eyes were still glued to hers and I watched helplessly as the golden rings began to pulse and stretch in strands across the blue iris. I wanted to move, to yell, to push her away, hell, to breathe at my own command but I was a prisoner to her, wholly and completely. From the second she had touched me, I could feel that something was not right. Something primal inside of me was gripped with pure fear but I felt like a caged animal. As I lost myself in the steady, measured beats of the gold, visions began to appear in my mind. There was the girl, dressed as she had been when I first saw her, except clean. She was unlocking a door and opening it to a studio apartment. I saw a man and another woman in bed. There was a blinding flash that hurt my eyes, even though it had come from behind them. I shut my eyes tight and winced. There was another vision, the man, naked, on his knees in what looked like some woods or a park or something. The girl was there, too, holding a large knife to his throat. No, wait, it…
Another flash and I saw his lifeless body, limp on the ground, being carved into with, yes, a knife, it was a knife. But the hand gripping it wasn’t human. The fingers extended too far and the nails were thick, curved slightly, and sharper than naturally possible. There were slices in his skin already and I could tell she had mutilated certain sensitive parts of his body. FLASH!
I saw a different person, an older man. He was yelling at what appeared to be a younger version of the girl in front of me. FLASH! This new man was on his back, desperately trying to shimmy away from her along the floor. Her hands were warped and inhuman again as she held a bloody hammer loosely in her grip. Her hand tightened around it and she lifted her arm. FLASH!
The girl, even younger again, was staring in the mirror. She had bruises on her upper arms and she was crying. Her hands gripped the sink as she spit out blood and shakily turned on the water to wash it down the drain. FLASH! She was looking from her reflection to behind her and back again. There was something dark in the mirror, a figure in a humanoid shape. It was like a dark silhouette that only showed in the reflection. I got the impression that the shadow-thing was speaking to her, as her facial expression changed and her mouth moved to form words, even though I heard none. The reflection of the thing reached out and held her reflection’s shoulder, in an almost lovingly way. It nodded, its face turned to look down on her. Her mouth opened wide in a scream as her hands changed and I saw bones on the child’s back pop and move and shift. It looked horribly painful and I wanted to cry out to her, to scream at that being that she was just a child!
I couldn’t speak, though, and I knew I wasn’t really there. Right before a final flash that brought me back to the current scene, I saw that shadow look up. Pinpricks of honey-gold pulsed and grew larger, forming into the shape of bright eyes and I swear it looked right at me.
There was one final, blinding white flash of pain and I came back to reality, immediately heaving myself to the side and throwing up the entire contents of my stomach. Over the sound of my retching, I heard the girl’s voice from in front of me.
“How did you do that?” She demanded. I didn’t respond but looked at her in exhausted confusion once my internal exodus was finished. She was standing straight, a couple of steps back from me, and glaring at me with panic and hatred burning in her eyes.
In an instant, she was on me, gripping my thighs tight with those claw-like hands that I had seen and her face barely an inch away from mine. She snarled and I saw that her teeth were sharper than I realized before, or they had become sharper in whatever kind of transformation her hands also underwent.
“You shouldn’t have been able to see more than I wanted to show you. Is this some sort of power of God?” She asked. Her voice was lower than before and had almost a gravelly tone to it. The anger seemed to radiate off of her. The honeyed gold in her eyes glowed like an amber fire ready to lash out and envelope me.
“What the hell are you?” I countered. Her visage continued to change, her face appearing more gaunt and sharp. I thought I could hear the sound of large wings flapping nearby.
She didn’t move for a moment that felt like it lasted at least half a lifetime. My heart pounded in my ears and I began to wonder if I would pass out before she enacted her fury on me.
With a final squeeze of my thighs, one that I would later find drew blood, she stood up, eyes closed, and rolled her neck one way and then the other, then her shoulders. She opened her eyes and they were back to the calm blue with a slender golden, not pulsating, ring around the pupil. Her lips curved into a smile and the altered appearance faded away, leaving the young, innocent-looking girl she was when she first walked up.
“Do you think anyone can be saved, Father?” She asked me.
“Y-yes,” I said with a stammer.
“I need to be saved, Father,” she said. I wasn’t sure how to respond and my mind raced, trying to find what to say to keep her peaceful and tell her what she might want to hear.
“Do you regret what you did? Will you repent?” I finally asked.
“You know,” she tapped her chin with two fingers and paused, picking up her backpack and reaching inside, retrieving a t-shirt. As she pulled it over her head, she continued, “At first I didn’t feel bad. I knew that he got what he deserved. But then after a few hours, I started to feel something. There was this itch. An itch I tried to scratch but I couldn’t quite get to.”
“Guilt?” I asked her as she pulled a pair of jeans out of her bag then dropped it back on the ground.
“No, no, a deeper itch. You know what I mean, Father, you must feel it a lot, even if you don’t really know what it is,” she said. Before she put the pants on, she stepped forward again and placed her hands on my knees, one fist clenched around the jeans, the other lightly placed on me. She bit her lip and traced a finger up my inner thigh.
I coughed and shifted uncomfortably on the step.
With a sly and sultry smile, she stood again and began stepping into her pants and pulling them up. As she dressed, she said, nonchalantly, “He was the best I ever had. I regret losing that.”
I really was at a loss for words and could only blink at her. She cocked her head to the side and looked me up and down, like a predator sizing up its prey.
“Say, Father, what do you say we find somewhere a little more private and give it a go? If He can forgive me for my trespasses, I’m sure you’ll be forgiven, too. Or, if I really am going to hell, you can keep me company,” she said.
She approached me once more and leaned close enough that I could feel her breath on my ear as she spoke, “Just put in a good word with the big man and I’ll show you what lust and greed really are. I’m already on the run, why not give me something else to repent and remember?”
“Whoa, stop,” I said, grabbing her waist and pushing her to be at arm’s length from me.
“Am I not pretty enough for you, Father?” She asked. Her voice warped from pure at the beginning of the question to spiteful at the end.
“No, no,” I said, “You’re only sixteen. There is so much about it that would be wrong… and sinful. I cannot do that to an innocent child like you.”
I felt myself spewing the words, trying to stay in character and sound at least somewhat priest-like or pious. She stood up straight and held my gaze. Her eyes were starting to pulse again and her expression was firm and determined.
I felt myself beginning to panic again but the sound of footsteps from the distance seemed to startle her. She whipped her head in the direction the sound was coming from and my own head followed slowly. We both saw a group of people walking down the street, in our direction. They were laughing and talking with no idea as to what was going on here on the steps of this church. The girl looked back at me, calm again. Without a word, she bent down and pulled a pair of shoes out of her backpack. After removing a book of matches from inside one and a small bottle of lighter fluid from the other, she slipped them on. She doused the pile of clothes and the shoes she had been wearing with the fluid then dropped the bottle on top and struck a match. Tucking it back into the fold of the matchbook, she tossed it at the very top, a flaming cherry on top of the mound. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for it all to light up and begin burning.
“Thanks for listening, dear Father,” she said, leaning over and kissing my cheek. Then she walked away as if nothing had happened, glancing over her shoulder at me one last time before she turned a corner and vanished.
I sat there for a little while longer, absentmindedly watching the pile of clothes burn and then die out. Once it was done, I came back to my senses and continued my walk home. It was a strange encounter and left me a nervous wreck for a few days but eventually faded into the background of my life within a few months. In those first few days, I saw a news story of a young woman being arrested after a brief search. The girl had mutilated and murdered her boyfriend. Even without seeing an image of who was arrested, I was sure it had to be her. At the very least, I hoped it was her. Knowing she was behind bars helped ease my mind as I moved on from that night.
I would have left this terrible experience in the past and probably only remembered it when asked what the craziest thing I had been through was, but I received a letter in the mail yesterday. It has me on edge and I’m not sure what to do about it. It read as follows:
“Dear Father,
Have you missed me? They caught me for what I did and I’ve been locked away. Don’t worry, though, I’ve been strong and taking it in stride. I prayed for what I did and I’ve forgiven myself. There is so much worse I’ve done since then, anyways. I think I’m overdue for a confession, a long one. Even though I know I’m going to hell, it couldn’t hurt, right? I’d love to see you again and I will be getting out soon. I’m looking forward to speaking with you again. Halloween night has been so long ago but I’ve kept it fondly in my memories. I’ll see you soon.
Yours,
The Girl on the Church Steps”
I have no idea how she’s ‘getting out soon’ if she went down for murder. I never gave her my name. I never gave her my address. I don’t know how to process the fact that below her closing line there is a lip-print in blood-red lipstick.
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2020.06.25 23:47 DTG_Bot This Week At Bungie 6/25/2020

Source: https://www.bungie.net/en/News/Article/49294
This week at Bungie, we pause to reflect.
Before we talk about the game, we are going to talk about the incredibly important conversation that is taking place online and the events that lead to it. Many courageous women have come forward with stories of harassment and abuse. There has been a lot of pain laid bare in story after story told by these survivors.
Some of us have not experienced this pain first-hand and can’t truly understand it. Yet, there are many people in our community feeling empathy, sadness, and anger when confronted with the truly awful harassment and abuse that so many of our friends have had to endure. Sadly, this wasn’t isolated to our corner of the world and has also affected men and non-binary folks as well. In the days that followed the initial revelations, we witnessed more people who have been similarly affected coming forward. This is a bigger issue that the entire gaming industry needs to face. Together, we can take action to make the spaces we share better for everyone.
Amidst all of this heartache, it has been inspiring to see these stories met with a wave of love, belief, and support that is turning into momentum for more change. Thank you for reaffirming that, though every community has problems, ours doesn’t shy away from confronting them and banding together to overcome them head-on.
We have reaffirmed our commitment to enforce the standards of our code of conduct on the platforms and channels we control. We are currently working on other ways we can help combat toxicity and abuse in the gaming community. This is going to take time, but we pledge our support to help make things better.
Now, let’s talk about the game we have made, in the hopes that it might further inspire friendship.

Strike While the Iron’s Hot

There is a time for harmony among players and a time for honorable battle as well. The venerable Lord Saladin will see to it himself. Next week, he’ll return to the Tower for the first Iron Banner of Season of Arrivals.
Bonus Valor will also enabled throughout the week.

Iron Banner and Bonus Valor

Begins: 10 AM PDT on June 30
Ends: 10 AM PDT on July 7
The event will work similar to last Season with a few new rewards. We will be adding two reprised weapons and curating the weapon reward pool down to eight weapons.
  • Reprised Weapons
    • The Forward Path
    • The Fool’s Remedy
Image Linkimgur
All weapons listed below are considered “reissued” and will have Season of Arrival Max Infusion Caps.
  • Shining Sphere
  • Swarm of the Raven
  • Talons of the Eagle
  • Bite of the Fox
  • Orewing’s Maul
  • Crimil’s Dagger
The Forward Path and The Fool’s Remedy will also be updated to have two additional perks specific to these Iron Banner weapons. Here is a look at what they do:
  • Iron Grip - Improves weapon stability at the cost of reload speed.
  • Iron Gaze - Improves weapon target acquisition at the cost of stability.
The armor set this Season will be a reprise of the Iron Fellowship set. Here is a look at it with the new shader as well as the new emblem for this Season:
Image Linkimgur
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We also want to remind players that skill-based matchmaking has been disabled in Iron Banner this Season.
Speak with Saladin after the reset and then get out there and prove your worth to the Iron Lords of the past.

Be Heard – Now Available for Pre-Order

On Juneteenth, we shared an article announcing our Be Heard – Black Lives Matter pin and spoke about the significance of the day. Go read it if you haven’t had the chance to yet.
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Pre-orders for the pin are now live on the Bungie Store. All profits from the sales of the Be Heard Collectible Pin & Emblem will benefit the Equal Justice Initiative (eji.org). All pre-orders will include the “Be Heard” emblem that will be emailed within 24 hours of your order.
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We have already had tens of thousands of Guardians showing their support. Thank you so much for supporting this cause and showing your support in game.

Twitch Prime

This week we rolled out our sixth straight month of Twitch Prime Rewards. If you have an active Prime subscription, visit this page to link your Bungie.net account and claim your rewards. After that, they should be available at Amanda Holliday in the Tower. Here’s a look at what you can get this month:
  • Cerebral Explosion – Exotic Emote
  • Burnout – Exotic Sparrow
  • Plasma Shell – Exotic Ghost Shell
  • Stellar Pavements – Legendary Ship
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Helpers

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It’s time now to hear from the Player Support Team on what issues they are seeing and what fixes we have recently rolled out.
This is their report.

GCX EMBLEMS

Players who have donated to St. Jude through the GCX Stream will receive their emblem later this Season and will be notified through a separate email. We will announce when these emails have been sent out, so please follow us @Bungie on Twitter to keep up-to-date on these emblems and our latest news.

PROPHECY DUNGEON

Due to an exploit, we have disabled the final checkpoint in the Prophecy dungeon’s final room which occurs after the boss has been defeated. Players who had a checkpoint in the final room will have their checkpoint removed.

RESOLVED ISSUES

On Tuesday, June 23, we released Hotfix 2.9.0.2. to players. This hotfix included fixes to the following issues:
  • Gear could drop at 750 Power instead of near player’s actual Power.
  • The "Upgrade Gift Ranks" Triumph wasn't tracking gift ranks purchased at the Prismatic Recaster.
  • The "Prophecy Dungeon Solo" Triumph wasn't unlocking when players solo the Prophecy dungeon.
  • Console players were experiencing blacked out emblems, invisible ships, and a Power Level of 0 in orbit.
  • The Almost Mighty Exotic Ghost Shell and the Saint's Vocation Exotic ship were appearing invisible.
  • The Tommy's Matchbook Catalyst quest had been removed from player inventories.

CURRENT KNOWN ISSUES

While we continue investigating various known issues, here is a list of the latest issues that were reported to us in our #Help Forum:
  • Players who have previously completed the Tommy’s Matchbook Catalyst quest are being given the quest again.
  • Characters are unable to pick up the Means to an End quest from the Prismatic Recaster.
  • The Masterworked Trinity Ghoul Exotic Bow is not tracking enemies defeated using chain lightning damage.
  • Jade Rabbit’s Fate of All Fools perk is no longer activating.
  • The Rival Warlock Shell from the Guardian Games doesn’t show Ghost Projections.
  • Players may freeze when respawning in Gambit.
  • Players who purchased the “Be Heard” collectible pin and receive an emblem code that states “contact merchant for license” should reach out to Bungie Store Customer Service.
For a full list of emergent issues in Destiny 2, players can review our Known Issues article. Players who observe other issues should report them to our #Help forum.

Movie Time

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Every week we deliver the movies that you create. It’s kind of like Netflix, back when they actually mailed you physical movies. Remember that? Weird, right? Well, we don’t actually mail you these movies, we just link you to the video – which is actually more like Netflix now. What were we talking about? Oh yeah, here are the winners.
Movie of the Week: Doesn’t Hurt to Ask
Video Link
Honorable Mention: Pass the Ghost
Video Link
As always, the creators of these videos will be awarded a special emblem in the game. If you won, congrats! Make sure you add your Bungie.net profiles in the description of the video or a comment so we know that you are you.
The intro was pretty heavy, but those things needed to be said. We also want to remind you all that we’re immensely proud of you as a community. Last week saw some truly inspiring triumphs to talk about as well. You donated over $800,000 dollars during our four-hour block for St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital. Donors went on to raise more than $6 million for the entire marathon.
We want to thank our friends at GCX for creating a platform where we can all join forces to make the world a better place – like Guardians do. Thanks to everyone who participated and donated. When you come together, you all do amazing things. Keep doing them.
<3 Cozmo
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2020.06.25 23:46 DTG_Bot This Week At Bungie 6/25/2020

Source: https://www.bungie.net/en/News/Article/49294
This week at Bungie, we pause to reflect.
Before we talk about the game, we are going to talk about the incredibly important conversation that is taking place online and the events that lead to it. Many courageous women have come forward with stories of harassment and abuse. There has been a lot of pain laid bare in story after story told by these survivors.
Some of us have not experienced this pain first-hand and can’t truly understand it. Yet, there are many people in our community feeling empathy, sadness, and anger when confronted with the truly awful harassment and abuse that so many of our friends have had to endure. Sadly, this wasn’t isolated to our corner of the world and has also affected men and non-binary folks as well. In the days that followed the initial revelations, we witnessed more people who have been similarly affected coming forward. This is a bigger issue that the entire gaming industry needs to face. Together, we can take action to make the spaces we share better for everyone.
Amidst all of this heartache, it has been inspiring to see these stories met with a wave of love, belief, and support that is turning into momentum for more change. Thank you for reaffirming that, though every community has problems, ours doesn’t shy away from confronting them and banding together to overcome them head-on.
We have reaffirmed our commitment to enforce the standards of our code of conduct on the platforms and channels we control. We are currently working on other ways we can help combat toxicity and abuse in the gaming community. This is going to take time, but we pledge our support to help make things better.
Now, let’s talk about the game we have made, in the hopes that it might further inspire friendship.

Strike While the Iron’s Hot

There is a time for harmony among players and a time for honorable battle as well. The venerable Lord Saladin will see to it himself. Next week, he’ll return to the Tower for the first Iron Banner of Season of Arrivals.
Bonus Valor will also enabled throughout the week.

Iron Banner and Bonus Valor

Begins: 10 AM PDT on June 30
Ends: 10 AM PDT on July 7
The event will work similar to last Season with a few new rewards. We will be adding two reprised weapons and curating the weapon reward pool down to eight weapons.
  • Reprised Weapons
    • The Forward Path
    • The Fool’s Remedy
Image Linkimgur
All weapons listed below are considered “reissued” and will have Season of Arrival Max Infusion Caps.
  • Shining Sphere
  • Swarm of the Raven
  • Talons of the Eagle
  • Bite of the Fox
  • Orewing’s Maul
  • Crimil’s Dagger
The Forward Path and The Fool’s Remedy will also be updated to have two additional perks specific to these Iron Banner weapons. Here is a look at what they do:
  • Iron Grip - Improves weapon stability at the cost of reload speed.
  • Iron Gaze - Improves weapon target acquisition at the cost of stability.
The armor set this Season will be a reprise of the Iron Fellowship set. Here is a look at it with the new shader as well as the new emblem for this Season:
Image Linkimgur
Image Linkimgur
We also want to remind players that skill-based matchmaking has been disabled in Iron Banner this Season.
Speak with Saladin after the reset and then get out there and prove your worth to the Iron Lords of the past.

Be Heard – Now Available for Pre-Order

On Juneteenth, we shared an article announcing our Be Heard – Black Lives Matter pin and spoke about the significance of the day. Go read it if you haven’t had the chance to yet.
Image Linkimgur
Pre-orders for the pin are now live on the Bungie Store. All profits from the sales of the Be Heard Collectible Pin & Emblem will benefit the Equal Justice Initiative (eji.org). All pre-orders will include the “Be Heard” emblem that will be emailed within 24 hours of your order.
Image Linkimgur
We have already had tens of thousands of Guardians showing their support. Thank you so much for supporting this cause and showing your support in game.

Twitch Prime

This week we rolled out our sixth straight month of Twitch Prime Rewards. If you have an active Prime subscription, visit this page to link your Bungie.net account and claim your rewards. After that, they should be available at Amanda Holliday in the Tower. Here’s a look at what you can get this month:
  • Cerebral Explosion – Exotic Emote
  • Burnout – Exotic Sparrow
  • Plasma Shell – Exotic Ghost Shell
  • Stellar Pavements – Legendary Ship
[[data-content-id='49295' data-template-type='Inline' ]]

Helpers

Image Linkimgur
It’s time now to hear from the Player Support Team on what issues they are seeing and what fixes we have recently rolled out.
This is their report.

GCX EMBLEMS

Players who have donated to St. Jude through the GCX Stream will receive their emblem later this Season and will be notified through a separate email. We will announce when these emails have been sent out, so please follow us @Bungie on Twitter to keep up-to-date on these emblems and our latest news.

PROPHECY DUNGEON

Due to an exploit, we have disabled the final checkpoint in the Prophecy dungeon’s final room which occurs after the boss has been defeated. Players who had a checkpoint in the final room will have their checkpoint removed.

RESOLVED ISSUES

On Tuesday, June 23, we released Hotfix 2.9.0.2. to players. This hotfix included fixes to the following issues:
  • Gear could drop at 750 Power instead of near player’s actual Power.
  • The "Upgrade Gift Ranks" Triumph wasn't tracking gift ranks purchased at the Prismatic Recaster.
  • The "Prophecy Dungeon Solo" Triumph wasn't unlocking when players solo the Prophecy dungeon.
  • Console players were experiencing blacked out emblems, invisible ships, and a Power Level of 0 in orbit.
  • The Almost Mighty Exotic Ghost Shell and the Saint's Vocation Exotic ship were appearing invisible.
  • The Tommy's Matchbook Catalyst quest had been removed from player inventories.

CURRENT KNOWN ISSUES

While we continue investigating various known issues, here is a list of the latest issues that were reported to us in our #Help Forum:
  • Players who have previously completed the Tommy’s Matchbook Catalyst quest are being given the quest again.
  • Characters are unable to pick up the Means to an End quest from the Prismatic Recaster.
  • The Masterworked Trinity Ghoul Exotic Bow is not tracking enemies defeated using chain lightning damage.
  • Jade Rabbit’s Fate of All Fools perk is no longer activating.
  • The Rival Warlock Shell from the Guardian Games doesn’t show Ghost Projections.
  • Players may freeze when respawning in Gambit.
  • Players who purchased the “Be Heard” collectible pin and receive an emblem code that states “contact merchant for license” should reach out to Bungie Store Customer Service.
For a full list of emergent issues in Destiny 2, players can review our Known Issues article. Players who observe other issues should report them to our #Help forum.

Movie Time

Image Linkimgur
Every week we deliver the movies that you create. It’s kind of like Netflix, back when they actually mailed you physical movies. Remember that? Weird, right? Well, we don’t actually mail you these movies, we just link you to the video – which is actually more like Netflix now. What were we talking about? Oh yeah, here are the winners.
Movie of the Week: Doesn’t Hurt to Ask
Video Link
Honorable Mention: Pass the Ghost
Video Link
As always, the creators of these videos will be awarded a special emblem in the game. If you won, congrats! Make sure you add your Bungie.net profiles in the description of the video or a comment so we know that you are you.
The intro was pretty heavy, but those things needed to be said. We also want to remind you all that we’re immensely proud of you as a community. Last week saw some truly inspiring triumphs to talk about as well. You donated over $800,000 dollars during our four-hour block for St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital. Donors went on to raise more than $6 million for the entire marathon.
We want to thank our friends at GCX for creating a platform where we can all join forces to make the world a better place – like Guardians do. Thanks to everyone who participated and donated. When you come together, you all do amazing things. Keep doing them.
<3 Cozmo

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2020.06.09 16:56 -screamin- [SPOILERS FOR ALL S01] In-depth breakdown and commentary - S01E04 "Man on the Moon"

S01E01 - We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals breakdown
S01E02 - Run Boy Run breakdown
S01E03 - Extra Ordinary breakdown
Hey, I'm back with another analysis as promised. Unmarked spoilers for all of S01 follow, so last chance to back out. Please, no untagged spoilers for the comics if you have read them - I would like to read them after the show has run its course.
Once again, I'm posting this for discussion, so if you have any insights, corrections, comments, feedback, etc. please post it below! Breakdown for S01E05 will be up 19th June, around noon GMT. Thanks for taking part!
S01E04 - Man on the Moon
  • Title meta: highlights that this episode is probably Luther centric. And also possibly about isolation. His isolation, Klaus' isolation, who knows?
  • I'll just say this once - whoever went for the lingering pan over bare-chested, ab-laden Luther lying on his bed, you rock, thank you so much. Dude was built before he got the Pogo super-juice. Alright, I'll stop drooling now.
  • edit: I realised later, thanks to u/Katrixiedrag, that there's a little continuity error in S01E03 based on the tagline "Seven Years Ago" here! Link to u/Katrixiedrag's post here.
The montage of Vanya publishing her book takes place in S01E03 "Extra Ordinary". This sequence takes place five years ago, as per the byline that pops up at the start, and contains the other siblings' reactions to the contents of her book - Klaus and Ben reading it at an addict support meeting, Allison reading it in her dressing room, Diego practicing on a punching bag with the dust jacket picture of Vanya stuck on it, Five finding a copy in the future and reading it after the end of the world, and Luther doing pushups while reading it. And yup, his back looks like this took place before he was changed by whatever Reginald injected him with.
This would all be very well and good, since the Moon mission was four years long and Luther is on the Moon at the beginning of the season. So Luther could have read the book just before he was transformed, since it was published five years ago.
However, at the beginning of the montage showing how Luther was mutated in S01E04 "Man On The Moon", the byline that appears is "Seven Years Ago..." with the implication being that Luther has been mutated for seven years, and would have been so at the time of the book's publishing, five years ago! It's slightly possible that the start of the montage covers a few years of Luther doing missions alone for RH, but the way the whole montage is framed, it feels like Luther was injured that same day, and woke up mutated some time later, since he has longer hair and a full beard on waking (could be argued that the serum makes him grow hair at an accelerated rate). Either way, if S01E04 is to be believed, Luther should not have been normal in that scene from S01E03. Might even be worth tweeting at someone show-related, all that would need to be done to fix this issue is an edit of the byline to say "Four Years Ago..." or even just "Several Years Ago..."
  • Choice of Morcheeba's Blood Like Lemonade to score this flashback. I believe it's about a preacher who got turned into a vampire, was exiled, and now goes around killing other vampires. (It's such a good song (and music video), if anyone has suggestions for other music in this genre, I'm all ears.) Very relevant to Luther - RH basically exiled him to the goddamn moon after he was mutated by the serum.
  • Before Luther's incident, he was confident in and comfortable with his body. Established in basically thirty seconds, fantastic. Contrast his current layering of like two jumpers and a truly massive overcoat that you could probably drown Vanya or Pogo in, with the thin dressing gown he goes downstairs in.
  • Allison's room is empty; although the posters remain, the bed is stripped to the mattress. Same with Klaus' room. (I like that he's written on his walls. Also, that brick backwall on the far right of his room... hmm, I think Klaus may have done some remodelling, knocked down a wall, because that grey brick backwall was in Vanya's room from S01E03, shown to be next door to Klaus' room... more evidence that Vanya moved out first...) Aww, Grace probably made the beds when she heard that they were all coming, because S01E01 has a very nicely linen'd bed in Allison's room.
  • Bet you anything Luther's having oatmeal for breakfast, like he did when he was small, just like his siblings. But they're all gone now, evidenced by all the empty chairs at the table.
  • Luther chugging milk and riding a bicycle around the atrium is very childlike. He'd be about 22 here, since all the siblings are 29 in March 2019 and the flashback is seven years ago. Regardless, you get the feeling he's quite sheltered and almost a little... spoilt? If I tried to ride a bike inside a house like that when I was little, I think I would very quickly not have a bike.
  • At first I was like, why is RH calling him Luther over the PA system? And then I recognised Pogo's voice. RH would never call any of his kids Master or Miss. Also, it's Pogo who has to tell him that his father wants him, not his father.
  • Lol, Luther has an adult sized version of the leather suit they wore as kids. Maybe Diego went ratty turtleneck and multi-knife harness because he wanted to dress as far away as possible from their old outfits, but it still needed to be practical. And he obviously had a tight budget.
  • Luther already has a five o'clock shadow from the previous scene. Just how long did it take him to climb into that suit, lol?
  • RH's response to Luther saying he's the only one left and he doesn't need to call him number 1 anymore is just a dismissive huff. Sounds like there's dry humour there, though. Is he still counting the others, even though they've left, just like he counted Five? Or is he also thinking of the other 36 kids who were born at the same time as these 7, and could also have powers? I think the sad answer might be that he never saw them as individuals outside of the whole, without their relationship to each other as tools he had honed. edit: I was thinking about this later, and realised that Luther has misjudged the reason for the numbers. He thinks that his number indicates a pecking order, that it depends on the others, and that it designates him as leader. RH might still call him that because he could already be planning at this point to reunite the team, but it's also possible that he numbered them based on a totally different scale, the arbitrary order he acquired them in, or from least powerful to most powerful, or anything else!
  • Can I just say, those paddles are actually sort of in the right places? I'd move the left one closer to the right midclavicle region, but what Grace did would probably still work.
  • It seems the serum might come from Pogo himself? Since he is not gowned up, but holding a fresh, uncapped syringe with fluid gathering at the tip - he could have just collected it from himself. Could explain his state of increased intelligence. Pogo later says in S01E09 that Luther's blood is closer to his than Allison's, which also supports this theory. I wonder if getting a blood transfusion from Luther would make you hairy and swole as fuck?
  • I thought the chemical damage to his chest would explain the scars on Luther in S01E03, but when he wakes up, his skin is hairy as shit but unscarred. Pristine. So fuck, that's definitely self harm then, since he's been on the moon on his own since that incident. He's tried to tear off his own fucking skin. Holy shit.
  • I love the tiling in this room by the way, the optical illusion of it.
  • It looks from the desk behind Luther, the book with the pen laying in it that RH or Pogo has actually been set up in the room, waiting for him to wake up. I'm leaning towards Pogo having been there, and having just stepped out for a minute. RH already has his study, he doesn't need a second one, he'd want to keep all the information on the children out of others' hands. The lack of medical scrubs on Pogo during the attempted resuscitation could be because he was already there in the room at his desk. This adds a bit of a twist to the scene in S01E09 where Luther tells Pogo that he doesn't want Allison waking up on her own like he did. Pogo regrets not being in the room at the moment Luther woke up, and can't tell him that he was in fact waiting.
  • Looks like Luther's hair growth is quicker than before the serum. He must need regular haircuts and a couple of shaves a day.
  • It would be fucking horrific to wake up what seems like at least a few days later with a very different body and absolutely noone around to orientate you, except for a fucking toy monkey jack-in-the-box that pops up at the worst fucking second. Whose fucking idea was that?
  • Interestingly, the jack-in-the-box has a picture of seven children on it, dancing in a circle. Can't be sure who is who though.
  • Still, nice umbrella title screen there. It's a very Joker thing to do, I think. Luther must be feeling like this whole thing is a recursive dream, one big cosmic joke. I recommend reading The Killing Joke, it's very good.
  • Cut to today, big-chested Luther asleep in his bed, Allison gently waking him up. Wonder if this flashback is being couched as a nightmare Luther is having. Note his little grip-strength toy on the bedside table. I don't even know how this teeny bed is big enough for him, let alone the girl he brings home in S01E08. I think Allison's got at least a queen size in her room...
  • Man, I cannot see his little bedside clock in this room for the life of me. It's definitely the morning of the 27th March, Allison says in the next scene that the masked guys attacked 'last night'. Five days to go till the apocalypse.
  • Luther finds out Grace has been deactivated, but he and Allison think that Hazel and Cha-Cha were behind it and not Diego. I wonder if they think Hazel and Cha-Cha had something to do with RH's death, given the little they know about what happened. Allison knows they were looking for Five though. Here's me wishing for the 364th time that the siblings would just fuckin' talk to each other. If Diego told them what he knew about the case, maybe they would have figured out Five was the Diner Kid a whole lot sooner.
  • Lol, "When I left, you were still..." HOT. Say it, girl. H-O-T. (Still not a fan of incest though. No, please and thankyou.)
  • Luther is obviously not fine about the whole serum thing. But getting help is weakness to him, so he's gonna keep it bottled up. There's more about this that I want to talk about, but I'll save it for S01E06/7, when he finds the Moon mission reports unopened and realises RH has basically exiled him.
  • Vanya waking up on Leonard's couch; Leonard clatters a few things in the kitchen to jolt her awake, then presents her with coffee, because she has rehearsal today and can't sleep the day away on the couch, as much as he would like to let her. Look, I know Leonard is actually a creepo, but my god they were so adorable in these early episodes. What the fuck is wrong with me...
  • In the S01E03 breakdown, I pointed out that Vanya takes her last pill about mid-afternoon on the 26th. I'd say it's been at least 18 hours at this point since she has taken her meds. And you can see it! She's reacting and showing more emotion than the day before. (Check out the smile as she walks out of the house with Leonard.)
  • Remember that at this point, Leonard knows about Vanya's powers and that she's on mood stabilisers to suppress them. We know from later episodes (S01E08) that he's actually not particularly interested in the violin or Vanya's playing if it doesn't further his goal of getting her to come out of her shell and into her powers, and destroy her family like he did his. I wonder if the reason for waking her up for rehearsal was to get her away from her apartment so he could search her house, hence why he walked her straight to rehearsal. I wouldn't be surprised if he searched her jacket pockets while she was asleep and found the pill container and her apartment keys. Boom, he can get in to her place easy as pie, and knows exactly what to look for. And he woke her up with just enough time to spare so that she wouldn't be able to go home and get it and still be on time for rehearsal. (And she herself doesn't want to be late because she was late last fucking time! Jesus Christ, it's like the whole fucking universe wants this to happen.)
  • "Around me, you don't have to apologise just for existing." It would have been so fucking validating for Vanya to hear that. Hell, I'm sitting way over here in the Real WorldTM and I'm feeling fucking validated.
  • Vanya and Leonard have now had a few chats offscreen (Leonard walking Vanya to her apartment in S01E03; Vanya spending the night at his at the end of that episode, and she apologises here in S01E04 for keeping him up all night talking; and now he's walked her to rehearsal, and evidently they've been chatting the whole way). As isolated and introverted as Vanya is, I doubt she has ever had this much attention before.
  • Leonard says, "I don't think my dad ever forgave me for being born." We know now from S01E07 that that's because his mum died giving birth to him, and that's why his mum "wasn't really in the picture."
  • Check out the noticeboard to the left as they walk past the Icarus Theater sign. It's mostly Lorem Ipsum placeholder font!
  • Contrast Vanya's cheery hello to Helen Cho with her timid demeanour with her in S01E03. Meds are fading, alright. Problem is, she never realises that this pointing-out of Helen, then implying that she was an obstacle in her path, signs her death warrant. Leonard even asks Vanya about unseating her, "Do you want me to try? I could try." Vanya just assumes he's joking around about his new violin experience.
  • Looks like Vanya has been trying to unseat Helen Cho for five years; so she's been part of this orchestra for at least that period of time. I reckon Vanya's been there longer than that though, because I think she was coming back from rehearsal with her violin when she saw the typewriter in S01E03's opening flashback.
  • Cut to Klaus being tortured by Hazel and Cha-Cha, except lol, of course he's too kinky to strangle. Fucking amazing. He can't have just been pretending to be aroused to try and stop them strangling him; Hazel confirms it to Cha-Cha too, lol.
  • Klaus subtly switches from flippant to emotional talking about how his family won't even notice he's gone. And he's right. He's already been missing for at least ten hours (we know he's been tortured for ten hours from what he says to Hazel and Cha-Cha, but that doesn't factor in the time taken to kidnap him and smuggle him from the car to the motel room) and his siblings have not thought of him at all. I wonder if they even knew he was in the house just before the attack?
  • Waterboarding Klaus. This can't be real. I think you have to cover nose and mouth so you can't breathe either way. I appreciate that the blood on his chest has washed away a bit after the waterboarding. Good continuity.
  • Anyway, it's obvious in this bit that pain kinda turns Klaus on. It's kinda like his drugs in a way. Ghosts only start appearing once Hazel and Cha-Cha stop torturing him. Another distraction. I think it was S01E09 where Klaus tells Ben's ghost he just wants to be "numb"?
  • Lol, Hazel complaining about the toll it's taking on him to torture Klaus ("brutal"); it seems most other people crack faster than Klaus after far less. Torture pep talk from Cha-Cha gets him back on board. Still, it's obvious that Hazel is getting softer in comparison to both Cha-Cha and himself earlier on with Syd the tow-truck driver (S01E03).
  • Conversation between Diego and Patch, on her front doorstep, no less. So he knows where she lives and she's not worried. I don't think it can get any more obvious that they dated previously.
  • From Diego's conversation, it seems like the attack on the house was not officially reported to the police.
• So it seems Patch saying that the tow truck driver was not related to the "Diner Kid", and the fact that he was present in the basement/kitchen when Cha-Cha told Alison that they were looking for the "kid", gets Diego to twig that Five was the Diner Kid.
  • Holy shit, single tear from Castañeda. Well done. Sorry about your mum, Diego, even though you're leaving out the bit where you deactivated her yourself... It does seem like he's camping out on Patch's doorstep for some emotional support, but continues to have no idea how to express this. On the other hand, the way he brings it up to her feels like a protective mechanism - distracting Patch a bit from the details of the case to protect Five and his family.
  • "No, they came to my house, looking for my brother. They tried to kill my family," and "He's been missing since yesterday, I need to find him." Beginning of the end for Patch here. Diego, as we know, is talking about Five, who he now knows was the Diner Kid - but Patch naturally thinks that his brother would of course be an adult by now. The other thing is, Diego tells Patch the two masked attackers showed up at his house - but then she doesn't follow that up or apparently even tell anyone else about it so it can be investigated before she gets got at the end of this episode. I thought she was a stickler for rules? Maybe she didn't have enough time?
  • Cut to Allison visiting Vanya's apartment to tell her about Grace's deactivation. Judging from the paper in her hand and her unfamiliarity with the layout of the second floor, she has not been here before.
  • Leonard probably should have locked the front door before proceeding to very illegally search Vanya's apartment for her meds, and didn't even hear Allison calling her name as she walked in. Dumbass. Evil makes you overconfident.
  • Allison sees someone else in the apartment and realises it's a break-in. I dunno what Allison was planning to do, hiding in this corner. After the attack on the house last night, I'd be assuming that was them again, trying a different tack - and those guys basically handed them their asses last time, even though they didn't get what they wanted. (And the only reason for that was that Five wasn't actually there.) What is she planning to do on her own, having sworn off her power? Maybe she assumed that because Vanya is an Ordinary Person, this must just be an ordinary burglary. The other consideration is that she thinks Vanya could be restrained somewhere, and Allison needs to wait and see if that is the case.
  • Allison doesn't know that Leonard has only been in the picture since the 25th of March, making it three days Vanya has known him for. For all she knows, Vanya and Leonard have been friends for a while. If Allison had this information, she might have handled this situation differently. As it is, she respects his relationship with Vanya enough to let him leave here, but she finds this out later this episode and continues to investigate Leonard.
  • Looking at Allison's body language here, it seems that it's Leonard asking why she's here and saying Vanya's told him that Allison 'doesn't want anything to do with her' (remember that this is Leonard speaking! We have no idea if this is what Vanya even told him about Allison. This is just how Leonard wants to portray Vanya's perception of her relationship with Allison, to Allison) that crosses that threshold of "I don't like this guy and I'm worried about his motives."
  • Cut to Lance from Meritech with his dog, doing mundane non-work-related things. Five's started following him outside of work, now that he knows he's not above board.
  • I can't believe Luther is busy searching Five's room for clues about where he might be instead of instantly going back to where he last saw the van outside Meritech in S01E03, which he leads Diego back to later in the episode... anyway, Luther doesn't know that Five is aware that Hazel and Cha-Cha are looking for him, because they tried shooting him up in the department store (S01E02). Looks like Luther's trying to protect Five, trying to be the leader again, especially since the family are now aware of his mutation.
  • Enter Diego, who is fresh from visiting Patch and is now trying to find Five himself, but for different (or at least, additional) reasons to Luther's. And like clockwork, a fight starts to brew. It seems that Luther takes Diego's wanting to find Five as a threat to his position as leader. "Last time I checked, you mopped floors." He's bitter (and jealous!) about everyone leaving him to do their own thing while he kept doing the Right Thing and suffered the consequences. And of course, Diego doesn't de-escalate - he just riles Luther up about having his big hairy ass parked on the moon for four whole years on RH's orders. Which is another of Luther's sore spots, because he's already afraid that RH did it just so he wouldn't have to face his no-longer physically perfect kid (see: funeral service fight in S01E01).
  • And now, it's Diego's turn to delicately broach the topic of Luther's changes: "He turned you into a monster." And now, Luther's greatest fear - That he didn't make the right decision to follow RH. That RH doesn't have Luther's best interests at heart. That RH never really loved him.
  • "Your brother is missing." Not even Pogo knows/cares about Klaus also being missing. It's so sad it comes back around to funny.
  • "You're the one with the stupid orthopaedic bracelet." "I told you already, it's just for support!" Lol, now Hazel is playing down his wrist issues. By the way, this wide shot of the hotel room, without the old lady by the window, sets up for the next shot, showing that Klaus is beginning to see the dead again.
  • "Eyes front!" Hazel and Cha-Cha don't want Klaus to see them without their masks on.
  • I can't believe they're torturing Klaus this close to the motel room door and noone around gives even the smallest shit. Good thing he kinda likes it, otherwise it'd be even louder.
  • First appearance of the old lady; first proper sighting of another ghost in Klaus' immediate environment besides Ben's. No outward clue how she died. Doesn't speak anything in her scenes but Russian. Ben comments that Klaus must be going through withdrawal. No wonder he caves so quickly as soon as they threaten his stash, although he's smart enough to let them get high off his weed choccy (it seems as if Hazel and Cha-Cha know it's edibles, but not how strong the edibles are).
  • At this point, it seems Hazel and Cha-Cha themselves know nothing about the eyeball's actual significance to the timeline, because they don't twig when Klaus tells them about Five's obsession with the eyeball, but as soon as Klaus mentions the "end of times", they turn it up to eleven and just totally burn down the lab; they don't even try to ambush him there like they did at Delores' department store. At first I thought this was an attempt to maintain the timeline, as per the Commission's overall goals, but Cha-Cha only realises later in Griddy's that Five is trying to change the timeline. I think now it was a threat, and paired with the message on the van, an attempt to get Five to come to them.
  • Jesus Christ, Five was so close. He was literally on the way to the lab with Lance when Hazel and Cha-Cha were burning that shit down.
  • The actors look like they're having so much fun here. The split-screen effects remind me of The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (2015) which is a fantastic movie, highly recommend. And the music is awesome. I like how the blur and yellow filter of the scene increases as they get more and more stoned.
  • So Luther leads Diego to Five's van, and they search it. Diego finds a copy of Vanya's book from the public library covered in maths and notes. (From the scene where Five is reading the same paperback from the apocalypse in S01E02, and his adult self having the book in S01E05, we can infer that he stole the same book from the library in the present and replicated his notes. Aww.) But how does that mean that's where Five is? Why would they think he would go back there (especially after stealing their books)? They don't know that he was living in the library's ruins after the end of the world. Probably just luck (read: plot contrivance) that Five ended up actually being there when Diego and Luther came to search the library later. And going to the library removes them both from the scene at Meritech before Five turns up and the building explodes.
  • The 1963 plaque is still here in this slow pan up of the Meritech building. That's a pretty massive coincidence though. (See my S01E03 breakdown for more info.)
  • So Allison's come to find Vanya at rehearsal, outside the Icarus Theatre. Magazine at the kiosk outside is titled "Patrick to Allison: we're doing fine!" In smaller print at the bottom: "After coming through difficult times, life is looking bright for the father-daughter duo!" And on the side under a small inset picture of Allison: "No reason to look back". But she gets no time to check out the magazine for pictures of her kid, because Vanya notices her while walking out of rehearsal.
  • Vanya doesn't show much emotion this scene, despite her being at least a day off her meds and showing more emotion in previous scenes this episode. Hell, I think she showed more emotion when she found out RH died in comparison to here. I wonder if this is because of her tendency to see Grace as an extension of RH, as per her theory in S01E03.
  • I just realised Vanya and Klaus are both detoxing at the same time. Holy shit.
  • Lol, Hazel and Cha-Cha at Griddy's with the munchies. "Why are we here again?" Cue Agnes, lol.
  • Klaus' flashback to his younger days, being locked in a dark mausoleum to get over his fear of the dead. I wonder if "Stephanie Chalmers" is someone from the show's production?
  • Turns out he's reliving this from inside the dark motel room closet, tied up and withdrawing, unable to scream, where Hazel and Cha-Cha stashed him before going to Meritech. Goddamn. At least Ben's ghost is here this time to ground him.
  • Look at that backlit air duct! You know, like how all air ducts are backlit?
  • Ben's little outburst to Klaus: "You know what the worst part of being dead is? You're stuck. Nowhere to go, nowhere to change. That's the real torture, if you gotta know. Watching your brother take for granted everything you lost and pissing it all away." I mean, he's not wrong, but why you gotta be so harsh right now Ben? Klaus is kidnapped, bleeding and having withdrawal hallucinations. That's real torture too, I think. But to be fair, if I was in Ben's position for as long as he's been, I'd be pretty frustrated with Klaus too.
  • Looks like the church (?) next door got burnt in the Meritech fire too. And Lance is talking to the police. I wonder if he decides to keep his mouth shut about the side hustle because there's no evidence of it now. Did he tell them about Five threatening him?
  • Threatening message on Five's van. "Your brother says hi." Hazel and Cha-Cha must have figured this was Five's van from Delores sitting shotgun. Which means... Five entirely ignored the message while retrieving Delores from his van and proceeded to drink himself stupid in the library? Did he think it was from his family? Didn't clock the motel matchbook tucked under the wiper? These are all very non-Five things. Perhaps Hazel and Cha-Cha watched him retrieve Delores after the explosion and then flour-bombed his van. Or maybe he thought the message was from Luther or something.
  • Anyway, Patch sees the message and recalls what Diego tells her, and assumes that this message refers to Diego's missing brother. But Diego is talking about Five, and she thinks she's looking for an adult. I wonder whose van she thinks this is?
  • I like how Luther and Diego searching the library's floors is shot. Very quickly establishing something that would otherwise take a while. Is this a real library? Or university wing, maybe?
  • So Diego left at 17, at the same age as Vanya. That portrait series in S01E01 means the Umbrella Academy existed for a short while after Ben's death; maybe he left a few months after her? Did they all decide to part ways simultaneously? (See my previous discussion of this at the beginning of my S01E01 breakdown.)
  • Diego pointing out that Luther has very little actual life experience. Well, that will change in a few episodes. [wiggly eyebrows]
  • "You stayed because you couldn't let go of the way things used to be." Very very interesting. And true. But even more interesting coming from Diego who is a goddamn vigilante because he needs to have his terrible childhood mean something. All the siblings can be accused of not being able to let go of the way things used to be. It's why Allison rumoured Claire. Klaus is mired in addiction and keeps pissing it all away, refusing to change, as Ben puts it. Five has been chasing the apocalypse for so long he doesn't know anything else. Ben, being dead, is unable to change or even move on, and Vanya is consumed with envy of her siblings and her own relative mediocrity.
  • Lol, how the hell did Five even get up here with alcohol? Or get away with writing all that maths crap on the walls? His big canvas bag is in the van, Diego searches it.
  • Allison and Vanya sharing a drink. (Vanya really shouldn't be drinking with those pills she's on, maybe she feels okay to drink because she hasn't taken them today?) Either way, that makes at least two of the remaining five who are willing to admit they aren't totally blind to what was going on with Allison and Luther. I can't believe Vanya and Diego are even kind of okay with this maybe-incest. I know they're adopted, and they know that they're adopted, obviously, and the whole world knows they're adopted, but it's still so weird.
  • Vanya refusing to believe Leonard has ulterior motives despite knowing they've only known each other a few days. (And Allison now knows that too, probably feels like it justifies her looking into him a bit more.) I mean, I get why she doesn't want to think badly of him. Probably the first time she feels like she's being totally listened to and understood. Little does she know that she is literally an open book to Leonard. He sees something in her only because he has extra information noone but RH had.
  • Does Vanya maybe actually have a bear named Mr. Snuggles? From her childhood days, that she brought with her from the Academy? That's kinda adorable.
  • "Leonard felt real." Interesting use of past tense there. To me, Leonard with Vanya especially in these early episodes comes across as somewhat genuine, especially for someone we later discover is incredibly fucked up. I think he feels real because the persona of Leonard is not very different from who Harold is at all. Leonard has all of Harold's trauma and baggage, without the stain of having killed his father at 12-13, and Vanya can feel that.
  • Hey, you're pining for our brother, and I've got the hots for this possibly dodgy guy I've known for a few days! Yay sisters!
  • Hazel and Cha-Cha return to the motel at twilight, means Klaus has been alone detoxing in the closet for maybe 5-8 hours? Their rush to check that Klaus is still there means they inadvertently show him their faces, which allows Klaus to recognise Hazel in S01E05.
  • So this wound on the old Russian lady ghost, Zoya Popova, was not visible earlier on. Looks like a gunshot wound or a blow to the side of the head.
  • Ben actually winks at Klaus when Cha-Cha asks if Klaus' brother (meaning Five) is here.
  • Flashback to RH checking on Klaus and deciding to leave him there for a few more hours. What a horrible fucker.
  • "You must become the master of your own life, or it will become the master of you." Pretty shitty way for RH to convey that to little Klaus, but I can't say he's wrong in his words.
  • I don't know why Hazel and Cha-Cha would be gone all day after leaving a message to Five to come to the motel.
  • Meanwhile, Patch has arrived at the motel, but gets blown off by the motel guy. She calls Diego for backup but he's still out with Luther and Five. (She knows his number and where he lives, too.) She's decided to finally do things Diego's way, and she doesn't know it yet, but it will get her killed.
  • It's only because they take Five back to Diego's instead of the house that he finds out so quickly about Patch. If only this universe had mobile phones...
  • No but seriously, going through puberty twice is very shit luck. His new younger age and smaller size explains how he got so shitfaced so quickly.
  • Five calls himself the Four Horsemen of the apocalypse. I wonder if he feels indirectly responsible for it? Either way it strikes me that he would not be saying any of this were he not absolutely wasted.
  • Back to Klaus in the motel. Confirmation that he hasn't been this sober since he was a kid. And a possible suggestion from Ben that Klaus might be able to control the ghosts?
  • "I'mma cut your tongue out with a grapefruit spoon." If that's not a terrible Prince of Thieves reference, I'll eat my hat.
  • Allison in Vanya's apartment for the second time today. Being very complimentary on the apartment there, even though she and Vanya and we know this is probably the equivalent of a shoe closet to her. Vanya even tells her as much.
  • "Do you have sweatpants? We are going to need sweatpants." What the fuck, Allison. Is she contemplating a slumber party or something? Not a bad idea, bonding isn't bad, but a very weird thing to say. And then she starts on a bowl of chocolate raisins nearby. I don't get it. Feels like she desperately wants to be at home here.
  • So Leonard left a very nice vase of flowers in Vanya's apartment. Well, any niggling feelings Vanya might be having probably flew out the window when she saw that, and now we also know Allison maintained her boundaries and didn't search her apartment after Leonard left, which was very nice of her. He had to have brought the flowers with him when he entered her apartment. This might explain why Leonard felt comfortable enough to question Allison's motives, he knew this would come out in the end and show his good intentions. He didn't count on her tenacity, though.
  • Look at the smile on Vanya's face! "I like you, and I'm not sorry." Stupid bloody Leonard.
  • Aaand here we are, Leonard dumping Vanya's meds while he speaks to her on the phone. The container says take two daily, and refill each month, and we haven't seen her taking more than that over the previous episodes. Can't see the actual name of the medication. The other thing is that the names Grace gave them (after they were four or five years of age) are registered with the city at least. Hopefully "Number Seven" is not on Vanya's birth certificate somewhere...
  • So Zoya and a lot of other ghosts are following Hazel and Cha-Cha around because they are pissed they got murdered by them. Well, except that one Swiss (?) dude who wants to thank Hazel for sparing his wife's life? I can't help but think that RH and Ben's brothers and sisters had something to do with his death and that's why he's Klaus' shadow.
  • Judging from the subtitles, looks like Klaus can understand ghosts speaking in other languages, and from Zoya understanding his question "What's your name", he can make himself understood to non-English speaking ghosts (assuming that Zoya doesn't know English becaude she's said nothing but Russian this whole time). At least when he's actually trying, anyway.
  • "Which one are you, Hazel or Cha-Cha?" Klaus has been busy getting some information of his own. Only Five has known their names so far, up until he told Diego and Luther.
  • "There may be some hope for him yet, don't you think?" Cut to the room filled to the brim with pissed- off, horribly murdered ghosts. Zoya Popova is literally standing on the bed. Lol
  • Little lecture from Cha-Cha about how Hazel's not being evil enough; he lied to her about letting the Swiss guy's wife go.
  • 7.11pm on Patch's watch, Diego still isn't here. She decides to go ahead and investigate on her own.
  • Hey look, Klaus, someone actually came for you! Patch asks Klaus, "Are you Diego's brother?" I wonder if that gets Klaus thinking Diego sent her to get him, and that he cares. Klaus was already spending some time with Diego before this, but maybe this is why Klaus actually opens up a bit to him later on.
  • Klaus sneaking into the vent while Patch has her gun trained on Hazel. Cha-Cha must've wiggled out through the bathroom window and gone around to take out Patch. Either way, Klaus' towel has been through an awful lot; it's doing a fantastic job staying where it is as he crawls into that vent.
  • I swear, that coat Klaus is wearing on the bus is different to his usual fluffy edged one. Lucky it is different, because this one will be lost in 1968 Vietnam whereas that one will make a reappearance in later episodes.
  • Here's the lady from the bank mission flashback (S01E01). Is she the same character?
  • Back to Diego, Luther and Five. At least they're nice enough to put Delores on a chair. I also note Diego has a single bed.
  • "I need to find out what his connection is to the lunatics before someone else dies." Too fucking late, Diego. Enjoy your ignorance while it lasts.
  • "Said she found your brother." Finally, the penny drops for Diego and Luther. You know the Hargreeves are family, because this level of dumbassery doesn't occur by chance.
  • 'This Year's Love' plays as Diego finds Patch's body. The song is about a relationship that swings between pleasure and pain, and includes the words 'cut like a knife'. Obligatory thankyou to this show's chief songpicker, I feel like I say it at least once a breakdown.
  • Diego drops his knives when he sees her on the floor. Fuck.
  • She's probably still warm when he finds her, Al said the call came half an hour ago, and she waited a bit before investigating the motel.
  • Aaaand police sirens are getting closer to the motel. Looks like motel guy draws his line at dead bodies. Or at least Claudia the cleaner does.
Thanks for reading, any discussion/comments/feedback/lame jokes left below are appreciated! See you 19th June for S01E05 "Number Five"!
S01E05 - Number Five breakdown
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2020.05.26 19:47 Teknirekt New Light / Returning Guardian's Guide (Y3 - S10 Updated)

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  2. -=[Guardian Guide - Resources]=-
  3. -=[Guardian Guide - Where to begin?]=-
  4. -=[Guardian Guide - Armor 2.0 and Beyond]=-
  5. -=[Guardian Guide - Closing Notes]=-

-=[Guardian Guide - Opening Notes]=-

First, let me say thank you for using this guide and I sincerely hope you find benefit from it. Now Guardians, you've either returned from a hiatus - are a "New Light" that is unsure where to begin your journey - or are simply looking for an all-in-on solution to bookmark to keep track of things. This guide aims to help you through that process depending on what you're seeking in Destiny's Universe.
It is HIGHLY recommended that New Light players complete the introduction quest chains as they become available in order to get them out of the way of potentially impeding progress down the road (some activities require progress on this to access them).
Note: With New Light, all destinations are free-roam accessible (after unlocking them), however, you will need to own the content specified in order to access all activities and quests.
Disclaimer: Exotic weapon links direct to Light.gg purely for display / information purposes and quest name links will refer to a youtube video for reference, if available (credit goes to each creator linked- most are Datto ngl, but none of them are mine). Section Titles link to Bungie's information page for said content. Lastly, "New" means it came with that release, not necessarily still new.

-=[Guardian Guide - Content Releases]=-

Year 1 - "New Light"

(Vanilla / Curse of Osiris / Warmind)
  1. Mercury & Mars added to initial roster of EDZ, Titan, Nessus, and Io.

  1. Brother Vance, Mercury.
  2. Anna Bray, Mars - Braytech Futurescape.

  1. Escalation Protocol on Mars.

  1. MIDA Multitool from Banshee-44 via "Sight, Shoot, Repeat".
  2. RiskRunner from Banshee-44 via "Pain and Gain".
  3. Rat King on Titan via "Ratking's Crew" after "Enemy of my Enemy" Adventures.
  4. Sturm on Nessus via "Relics of the Golden Age" after "Exodus Black" Adventures.
  5. Polaris Lance on Mars via "Nascent Dawn" from Ana Bray.
  6. Sleeper Simulant on Mars via "The Machine's Gun".
  7. Worldline Zero on Mars (35 Latent Data Memories).
  8. Whisper of the Worm on Io (Hidden Portal, ANY PE - Lost Oasis).
  9. Legend of Acrius from Benedict 99-40 via "Imperial Invitation". (requires raid)

  1. Leviathan
  2. Eater of Worlds Raid Lair
  3. Spire of Stars Raid Lair

Year 2 - Forsaken

(Includes Season of the Forge / Drifter / Opulence)
  1. Tangled Shore, Dreaming City and Tribute Hall added.

  1. The Spider, Tangled Shore - Thieves' Landing.
  2. Petra Venj, Dreaming City (rotates location weekly).
  3. The Drifter, Tower Annex.
  4. Ada-1, Tower Annex.
  5. Benedict 99-40, Tower Annex (new location / uses).
  6. Werner 99-40, Nessus Barge - Watcher's Grave.
  7. Visage of Calus, Tribute Hall.

  1. Gambit, Gambit Prime, and Reckoning added to Core Playlists.
  2. Volundr, GoFannon, Izanami, and Bergusia Forges. (accessible after "Meeting" Ada-1)
  3. The Menagerie (accessible via quest from Werner 99-40).

  1. The Chaperone from Amanda Holiday via "Holiday Family History".
  2. Ace of Spades from Banshee-44 via "Cayde's Will" (After Forsaken campaign).
  3. Malfeasance from The Drifter via Quest.
  4. Wish-Ender from Petra Venj in The Dreaming City. (old guide - requires dungeon)
  5. Lord of Wolves from Spider's Wanted Bounties in The Tangled Shore.
  6. Jötunn from Ada-1 via obtainable quest.
  7. Le Monarque from Ada-1 via obtainable quest.
  8. Izanagi's Burden from Ada-1 via "A Mysterious Box".
  9. The Last Word from The Drifter via "The Draw".
  10. Thorn on EDZ via inspecting ashes in the Salt Mines.
  11. Outbreak Perfected on Titan via "Fallen Transponder"
  12. Lumina on EDZ via same location as Thorn's Quest Start.
  13. Bad JuJu in Tribute Hall via "Golden Hero".
  14. Truth from a Menagerie clear via "A Scrap of Paper"

  1. Last Wish
  2. Scourge of the Past
  3. Crown of Sorrows

  1. Shattered Throne

Year 3 - Shadowkeep

(Y3 Seasons will be kept separate due to content leaving)
  1. The Moon

  1. Eris Morn, Moon - Sanctuary.
  2. Lectern of Enchantment, Moon - Sanctuary

  1. Altars of Sorrow
  2. Nightmare Hunts

  1. Deathbringer on the Moon via "Symphony of Death".
  2. Xenophage on the Moon via "Emergence". (requires dungeon)
  3. Divinity on the Moon via quest "What's This... What's This?" (requires raid)

  1. Garden of Salvation

  1. Pit of Heresy
Note: Items listed below marked with " §§ " in seasons 8 & 9 are no longer obtainable or accessible at this current time. Some can now be acquired through Rahool via Exotic Cypher.

Year 3 - Season of the Undying (Season 8)

(This season concluded on December 10th 2020.)
  1. Vex Offensive - §§

  1. Eriana's Vow via season pass. - §§ (Rahool)
  2. Leviathan's Breath from Banshee-44 via "Make bows, Not war". (season pass holders)

Year 3 - Season of Dawn (Season 9)

(This season concluded on March 9th 2020.)
  1. Osiris, Mercury - The Sundial - §§
  2. EDZ, Mars, Nessus, Tangled Shore, and Tower Obelisks - §§
  3. Saint-14, Tower Hanger

  1. The Sundial - §§
  2. The Corridors of Time - §§

  1. Bastion from Saint-14 via "Memento" or Rahool
  2. Symmetry via season pass. - §§ (Rahool)
  3. Devil's Ruin from Sundial run via "A Lost Relic". - §§ (Rahool)

Year 3 - Season of the Worthy (Season 10)

  1. EDZ, Moon, and Io Seraph Bunkers - §§

  1. Trials of Osiris
  2. Grand Master Nightfall Strikes
  3. Seraph Tower PE's & Bunker Busters - §§
  4. Legendary Lost Sectors - §§

  1. Tommy's Matchbook via season pass - §§
  2. Heir Apparent via Guardian Games Triumph - §§
  3. The 4th Horseman from Zavala via "In Rides a Pale Horse". - §§

Year 3 - Season of Arrivals

(This is the currently active season, final day is September 22nd 2020 until reset)
  1. Prismatic Recaster / Umbral Decoder
  1. Contact PE
  1. Witherhoard via Season Pass
  2. Ruinous Effigy -unreleased
  3. Traveler's Chosen -unreleased
  1. Prophecy (1040+)

-=[Guardian Guide - Resources]=-

Now that you know where to go for which items, how do you keep track of it all? Below is a list of resources I've collected over the years, with the hope you may find something you never knew you needed in your life.

  1. Destiny Item Manager (DIM)
  2. Ishtar Commander (Android) (Apple)
  3. Official Destiny 2 Companion App (Android) (Apple)
  4. Little Light (Android) (Apple)

  1. Braytech.org - Track Everything.
  2. Destiny Checklists - Track Everything.

  1. Destiny 2 Companion App
  2. The 100
  3. Fireteams
  4. Destiny 2 PC LFG Discord Server
  5. Destiny 2 Partnered Discord Server - (multi-platform)

  1. Today In Destiny - Weekly / Daily Rotations & Eververse Predictions
  2. Niris.tv - Makes info-graphics for a lot of things.
  3. Where's Xur? ( alt. site ) Xur's updated inventory and location each weekend.
  4. Light.gg - Database of ALL items, searchable.
  5. D2 Gunsmith - Build your god-roll to hunt down.
  6. Destiny Sets - Finish your Collections.
  7. Redrix.io - Improve your PVP

  1. This Week at Bungie Newsletters (TWAB)
  2. Destiny Roundup - Collection of topics discussed throughout the week.
  3. blueberries.gg - TWAB breakdown and more useful info
  4. My previous thread here summarizing what to expect and when it's coming.
  5. Ishtar Collective - All the lore you'll ever need.

  1. CruciblePlaybook
  2. CrucibleSherpa
  3. sharditkeepit
  4. DestinySherpa
  5. DestinyLore
  6. raidsecrets
  7. destiny2builds

-=[Guardian Guide - Where to begin?]=-

This is where the opinions will differ greatly, as each person will have their own opinion on where to start or where to go. Here's mine, depending on which guardian you are (new/returning):
First, Welcome to the community! You'll want to start and finish all of your "New Light / Introduction" Quests and be working on your "Main Quest", if you feel frisky - finish the location specific ones too. The reason for this is to open up the game to you (access to modes and destinations for some other things), and get items to start with, but more importantly - get those quests out of your quest tab. This will decrease clutter and allow you to eventually grab more bounties to maximize xp gains and rank up - earning more rewards (until they shift away from this a bit in September). Yes, the amount of quests you have will influence the amount of bounties you can carry overall.
The "Quests" (cards) that Zavala, Shaxx, and The Drifter have for pick-up are what's referred to as either a "pinnacle" or "ritual" weapon depending on the season they launched during. While at time of writing this some of them are very strong, borderline must have items, in season 12 (September) Destiny 2 will undergo a fundamental change affecting what you use in end-game / power enabled content with legendary weapons and armor having a maximum infusion level. Do not let this dissuade you from getting them or playing how you like, just be mindful that some will not follow your power climb at a later date.
Now that you've worked through what you need to, and have started on what items you want to get, proceed to the next section on "Leveling your Guardian" to begin your climb to the top.
First, I'd like to ask what activity are you pursuing?
If your goal is Trials, Raids or other end-game activities then be sure to check above on how to pick up what you've missed since you were last with us. You can probably proceed to the next section labelled "Leveling Your Guardian" as your focus would lean more towards getting to the end-game as fast as possible.
If time is not of the essence, then I would suggest working through your quest tab in order to make it less daunting. Right now, Destiny 2 is in a place that feels like it has no direction, and that's because of Bungie's desire for player agency. They want you to play the way you want, so take them up on that notion. Use some of the resources listed above in order to link up with other guardians to achieve your goals.
If a Title (seal) has your eye, be sure to check all of it's requirements before you set out to obtain it as most will require an associated collections badge to be completed by at least one guardian class in addition to other triumphs located within. Click to "view contents" on any title you're thinking of chasing so you can better prepare.
Once you've become acclimated to some of the changes since you last played, the list below will help you get to the max power level so you can participate in some of the activities you have as end-goals. After the power climb, we'll talk about Armor 2.0 and the term "sun-setting" that you see everywhere you go.

Leveling Your Guardian

Starting in Shadowkeep every guardian was boosted to at least 750 depending on when you last played. For each and every Guardian out there, the message is the same on how to reach a higher power level: play the content you enjoy the most until you reach 1000. At the time of updating this, that is the current soft-cap where you will then need to turn your attention to activities that reward Powerful Gear which will take you to the hard-cap of 1050.
But wait, there's more! You can push beyond this to a pinnacle-cap of 1060 at which your progress will only continue by leveling your Seasonal Artifact. The numbers I've listed up until now are referred to as your Overall Gear Score. This will vary from the number that is displayed on your guardian's inventory screen (Gear Score + Artifact Level = Displayed Power)
So, which activities do I complete to go beyond 1000?
Powerful Gear sources are varied by "tier" and a higher tier can/will net a higher item.
--With Season 11's launch, this list is being updated as information becomes available and some sources may need adjustment.--
  1. Weekly Flashpoint
  2. Nightfall Ordeal Challenge (just completions)
  3. Vendor Bounty Challenges (complete 8 daily bounties for each)
  4. Luna's Calling - Eris Morn, Moon
  5. Nightmare Slayer - Lectern of Enchantment, Moon
  6. Nightmare Hunts (just completions)
  7. Weekly Re-playable Moon Story Mission
  8. Crucible Rotator Matches Challenge

  1. Trials of Osiris 3 Win Milestone (requires 1010 to enter)
  2. Contact PE Weekly Challenge

  1. Trials of Osiris 5 Win Milestone

Okay! I have a gear score of 1050.. what now?
Pinnacle Activities will push you ever-so-slightly towards your goal of MAX Power, 1060.

  1. Weekly Core Playlist Challenges (Strikes, Crucible, Gambit)
  2. 5000 Clan XP Challenge via Hawthorne, Tower Bazaar
  3. Pit of Heresy Dungeon, Moon
  4. Master Nightmare Hunt Challenge
  5. 100k Score in Nightfall: Ordeal
  6. Garden of Salvation Raid
  7. Iron Banner Bounties (when active)
  8. Trials of Osiris 7 Win Milestone
  9. Trials of Osiris Flawless Chest
  10. Prophecy Dungeon, Tower
  11. Prismatic Recaster Weekly Challenge / Mission

-=[Guardian Guide - Armor 2.0 and Beyond]=-

With the launch of Shadowkeep armor was revamped and now has a lot more utility than just looking fancy. At first glance it can be overwhelming, so go at your own pace, or take a visit to destiny2builds like I mentioned earlier if you're super interested in customization and build-crafting.
One of the main things you will want to make a mental note of when diving into Armor 2.0 is the Elemental Affinity of each armor piece you acquire. In short, this determines what mods can be equipped to it, and therefor what weapons are available to you that can be enhanced by those mods.
Here is a handy guide made by Niris that will show you a visual breakdown of what goes where, and which element it requires.

So you've seen everyone, everywhere, either for or against this and can't make heads or tails on how to feel about it or how directly it will affect the way you play Destiny 2. Legendary sun-setting means that all Legendary equipment (with Last Wish / Garden of Salvation having an "extension" on this) will have a maximum level to which it can be infused. (Image for example) This will begin to be shown in season 11 [June 9th 2020] and will start affecting gear after Year 4's launch in September 2020. The first to be affected by this will be items introduced in seasons 1-8, gear will then have a proverbial shelf-life of one year from it's release. Gear that is re-introduced in a later season (new icon) will have the new one year shelf life.
What does this mean?
In power advantage enabled activities, such as Trials of Osiris, Iron Banner, and Invasions in Gambit, you will be affected by the gear you choose to use in that content. Additionally, items that have a power lower than an activity that has a "recommended power level" will also cause you to either do less than normal damage (weapon) or take more than normal damage (armor).

-=[Guardian Guide - Closing Notes]=-

I really do hope this helps more than a few of you and if there is anything that you feel should be added (or corrected) in this list, please let me know in the comments below. I'll be updating this thread regularly as the game changes and as suggestions come in, as long as they fit within this sub's guidelines and the character cap of course. Again, thank you for taking the time to use this guide, and remember:
Eyes up Guardian.
Edit #1: Fixed error, I also wanted to thank everyone for the awards - much appreciated!
Edit #2: Season of Arrivals info being added as I have time / confirm sources. Please stand by.
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2020.05.20 07:32 Ligthless An Average Gamer's Analysis of Destiny 2 (4 of 4) : Pinnacle, Ritual, and Exotics

Howdy Guardians. I wanted to voice some opinions about the activities of Destiny 2 at this moment. But first allow me to describe myself to give you a better understanding on where I am coming from. Apologies for the length.
My name is Rob and I have a bachelors in History and Research. I’m excited to put this degree to use in my work and to utilize it to complete these write ups before the Fall Expansion comes.
I played Destiny 1 since the beta and purchased every DLC in Destiny 1. Likewise I played Destiny 2 since the beta and have purchased every DLC and seasonal content to date. I have done every raid except for Last Wish, Scourge of The Past, Crown of Sorrows, and The Garden of Salvation. I own every pinnacle weapon from the Crucible except for Not Forgotten and the Mountaintop. I play whenever I can for about 3-4 hours. I feel it is necessary to impress upon you that I am not by any means a hardcore player that is super focused on the endgame. With that all in mind I’d like to speak my mind about things concerning Pinnacle / Ritual Weapons and Exotics I love / think need buffs. I’ll start with Pinnacle / Ritual Weapons.
Ritual Weapons
As an average gamer I love these. They require effort yes, but as much as something like The Revoker and Luna’s Howl which took me many seasons to get. I like each of them, specifically the Gambit SMG, Exit Strategy and the Crucible Scout Rifle, Randy’s Throwing Knife. None of them are as potent as Luna’s Howl, but what they offer is the experience and an open door for average gamers like me to get into competitive. They are easier to get and because of that I have gotten the sense of what a Pinnacle weapon could be and makes me want to get better to get things like 21% Delirium and Not Forgotten. I wouldn’t mind if we got a couple more of these over the coming seasons to incentivise casual players to get better. Now for the controversial topic of Pinnacle Weapons
Pinnacle Weapons but mostly Not Forgotten
This is a rough thing for me to research and write about because of how controversial my opinion on them as a whole can be. Personally I think that every weapon in the game should be obtainable to every player. To me Pinnacle weapons are akin to raid weapons, I can get them, I just would have to jump through some hurdles to get them. In my eyes I think that every Pinnacle weapon should be a little more focused on time rather than skill.
Now, wait, hear me out.
Not Forgotten and Luna’s Howl came out back in Forsaken which is about two years ago. Since the Freelance Survival didn’t exist back then I didn’t bother going for it and went after things like Breakneck because it was something I could get if I sinked hours on hour into getting. I wouldn’t get Breakneck for about 6 - 7 months of casual play. Despite my best efforts and doing my best to get better, I can’t seem to make any headway on Not Forgotten. I managed to get Luna’s Howl but after about 3 months, I’ve been stuck in Fabled forever now. Now I know Trials of Osiris isn’t perfect with it’s endgame content for PvP, I get that. What I don’t get is why the competitive playlist can’t be relaxed just a little bit. I want to clarify: I DON’T THINK THEY SHOULD HAND OUT NOT FORGOTTEN. No way, it’s too elusive of a weapon on Console, where I play, to do that and would ruin the idea of the gun in the first place. What I am asking is for the leanecy for people like me so that if we commit 6 - 7 months of our lives to getting it, we can. Here’s the thing that people who are hardcore players always tell me:
“If you don’t get good then you don’t deserve to have Not Forgotten just like how you don’t deserve raid weapons if you don’t do the raid so stop whining. I don’t want this game becoming more casual than it already is”
For someone of my playtime and ability, I am fairly comfortable saying that I am a fairly decent player in the Crucible. I’m not taking down Datto or BlueWestlo anytime soon, but I can hold myself in a fight. While it’s true I don’t deserve Not Forgotten, I at least deserve the chance to get it. The biggest problem with Not Forgotten is it’s Legend Rank rest. Right now this is an impossible hurdle for me, no amount of time I sink in has gotten me any closer to it. I think that skilled players are gonna get a reset in a couple of days as exclaimed by several Destiny 2 YouTubers and they should reward that and they already are. Your reward is getting the gun faster than anyone else can. Every Hardcore person that got Not Forgotten has most likely played with it in it’s hayday. I’ll never get to experience that feeling and you did. You get to dominate me with it in Normal and Competitive Crucible every time because I haven’t gotten it.
Something weird about Not Forgotten is its difference to every other Pinnacle weapon quest which leads me to question I would like to pose to the community. How come everyone is up in arms when people want Not Forgotten a little easier to obtain when other Pinnacle weapons are about as powerful if nor more than Not Forgotten and are easier to obtain? Currently the Breakneck is slaying out in the Crucible, so should it’s quest be harder to get? To answer this I asked a close friend who got Not Forgotten the same question and this what he said with to quote:
“I think the difference is the format in which you have to get it. PvP is innately more competitive and thus harder because people are harder to predict than the NPCs. I think people get up in arms when people ask for is because they don’t want their hard work seen as nothing or that they wasted their time”
I find this answer to be pretty common amongst players, however I’d like to know your opinions if you agree with that statement or mine or neither. In the future in light of Bungie’s recent comments about sunsetting, I think it would be fine if a Pinnacle released with every major expansion themed around each expansion with Ritual Weapons for every season to keep the loot table fairly interesting. Now I’ll talk about the current state of Exotics and which one’s I love that should receive buffs.
Exotics and Catalysts
Wish Ender
To this day, Wish Ender has been my #1 favourite exotic of all time. It was the first ever Exotic Quest weapon I ever went after in Destiny 2. The look and feel of the bow is amazing and it’s wallhacks make Iron Banner and Momentum Control a lot of fun. I’ve run it a lot in Competitive as a Janitor to clean up kills or soften them for allies. Sadly though, it is outclassed entirely by the Sniper Weapon class. They simply fit the Janitor role much better by being able to secure a kill to the head without clean up. To me the problem with Bows and Wish Ender is that every long range weapon can just do its job better. As ludicrous as it sounds I think that only Wish Ender should one shot to the head in Crucible.
Now there are obviously problems with this and the wallhacks. However, I think that compared to other Exotics and Special Weapons, Bows just don’t seem powerful enough. Eventually when Wish Ender gets a Catalyst I would love for either its draw time to be quickened or for an AOE on Headshot kills for increased lethality in PvE.
Malfeasance
Malfeasance was the weapon that sold me on Forsaken back when it came out. Although it saw a rework before it eventually came out, I can’t seem to get rid of it in my arsenal. The lore, the look, the sounds, It's a well designed gun. The stats are surprisingly well rounded, my only gripe with it is it’s usability outside of content involving the Taken. Any strike that involves the Taken or Gambit, I always rock Malfeasance because it can tear through them. Something that I saw on many reviews of the gun on YouTube called it amazing but useless by comparison. Which is both true and not true. Yes when compared with the likes of Prospector or Whisper of The Worm, Malfeasance doesn’t hold a candle to them. However, I think that this comparison is unfair to the gun. When compared to the likes of Mida Multi-Tool and Sweet Business, Malfeasance edges out them in PvE. It’s only once you get to the higher end of Exotic Primaries that you see worthy competition with Outbreak Prime and Izanagi’s Burden. Although I am unsure as to how this gun could be buffed, I think it needs something.
Vesper of Radius
This Eoxitc shocked me the first time I got it and the amazing Ornament from Eververse. However, I immediately scraped the thing because of how useless it was to me. In PvP I could not use it effectively because you aren’t trying to use your rift as a weapon. Even when I did it's not like I got a kill with it and ended us wasting my rift. This exotic as well as the next one I think need complete reworks.
Sanguine Alchemy
I’ll be real, this Eoxtic got me. As a lover of Bram Stoker’s Dracula, I killed at the thought of obtaining a vampiric Eoxitc for the Warlock. However, I got let down. Even after its change to allow wallhacks in a rift, I found myself dreading to use this thing because of its focus on a cooldown ability. I personally like to have my Exotic armor be effective as often as possible. I would rather have a “jack of all trades, master of none” than an exotic that does something super well only so often. The wallhacks are great but I never use them in PvE and in PvP it's only usable for so often and players move too fast for it to be super effective. I think the whole perk should be scrapped in turn for some health returning effect or dealing damage returning grenade or melee energy.
Coldheart, Wavesplitter, and Promethus Lenz
For my last Exotic I’d like to talk about the only three Trace Rifles in the game. Upon obtaining the catalyst for both Coldheart and Promethus Lenz I found out just how much fun these guns are. Once Wavesplitter was available on Xbox, I rejoiced upon getting it and testing it out. All of them are perfect and personally I still keep at least one of them in my Vault at all times to call them to my guardian whenever I need them. However, I noticed that recently they have been sitting in my Vault for quite sometime and I wondered why that was. So I took them all out on my Titan and went into Crucible to figure out what’s wrong with these guns. All of them were lethal and I saw a couple of them in my several rounds of Control I played with each of them, but I still hadn’t figured out what was wrong with them. Then it dawned on me, why haven’t I seen them in Strikes or in the Open World Zones? The answer to this solved my issue as to what's wrong with them …
They’re Special Weapons
I know that with Special Ammo finder and Reserve Perks the ammo economy can be avoided, but with these weapons it’s a bit different. When these weapons moved to special ammo, they didn’t see a drastic increase in their damage as a result meaning that they are basically primary ammo weapons that require special ammo. Although I understand switching back to Primary could cause problems in Crucible, I think in the long run, it's worth it. When playing with each of them on their respective burns on the weekly Strike playlist, I ran them with a group of friends who also had each respective Trace Rifle. On Solar Burn week, my good friend, Mayble, hit the nail on the head with them. She said and quote:
“So this gun is good and all, but why not just use Tommy’s Matchbook or Tarabah. Even other special weapons like Jotunn or Merciless? It's simple, those guns are simply more usable and/or more effective with the burn”
To me when a gun cannot compare to the likes of other weapons in it’s same class, it's not so much useless as it is counterintuitive. Tommy’s Matchbook deals with ads way better than Promethus Lenz can and it uses Primary Ammo. But as Mayble said, the gun is good, but not equal. Now I’ll give my final thoughts on Loot, Exotics, and Pinnacle / Ritual Weapons.
I think that Destiny 2 doesn’t have a problem with loot as much as it has a problem with diversity. Each gun in the game I think is beautifully made and not a single one stands out to me as badly designed in terms of looks. Do I think reskins are tacky? A little bit, do I care? No, what I do care about though is how are they different from everything else. Whether it be slight stat changes or possible perk combinations, to me any gun can be unique if made to. With sunsetting coming in the near future, I am both happy and a bit sad about it. I’m sad at the thought of losing my beloved Exit Strategy and Hush, but I’m happy it's happening because it needs to. When The Taken King DLC dropped in Destiny 1, we saw tons of our exotics and legendaries be left behind as relics of the past. Personally I think overall this is a good idea. As Bungie has said, it's hard to keep up with our demanding thirst for content sometimes. So by limiting the assets and items they have to worry about bassing encounters around is going to be easier for them which in the long run is going to be better for us. After The Taken King we would get Rise of Iron and an equally amazing expansion that brought about a whole bunch of stuff and personally I can’t wait to see what crazy new stuff they have in mind for future seasons and expansions in Destiny 2.
This concludes my Average Gamer’s In-Depth Analysis of Destiny 2. I have had so much fun playing, researching, doing tests, and talking with many people about their opinions about the state of the game. With Season 12 right around the corner in about 2 weeks, I will be preparing my final assessment of Destiny 2’s state from an Average Gamer’s eyes. In that I will go over several topics from my other write ups and mention some things small or not that I see in the game so that I can lay out everything that has happened with Destiny 2 to this point so that I can give a fair assessment of Destiny 2’s future with Season 12.
Have fun out there guardians,
-Rob
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2020.04.17 02:06 Pixelatedmess84 The ornament The Chopper for Tommy’s Matchbook has a Diehard Easter egg in it

Saw this over at Raidsecrets and just don’t know how they figure this stuff out.
https://www.reddit.com/raidsecrets/comments/g2eqb9/text_on_tommys_matchbook_ornament_the_choppe
The ornament has the release date of Diehard in the description within the numbers.
Quote from Diehard “And now I have a machine gun. Ho ho ho.”
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2020.04.16 15:18 mythmin24 Text on Tommy's Matchbook Ornament "The Chopper"

Dunno if this is significant, but I hadn't seen anyone post this yet and thought that it was worth recording. There is text on the side of the body of Tommy's Matchbook's Season Pass ornament with a couple hard-to-read strings of numbers, so I've transcribed them here for you:
>MX-071588 SOLAR FULL-AUTO M-NO: 27205901 CALIBRE .45 CARTRIDGE
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I'd assume that "M-NO" means model number, and, since "The Chopper" was a nickname for the Thompson machine gun "CALIBRE .45 CARTRIDGE" is yet another reference to this.
What intrigues me the most are the number strings. I researched each and came up with nothing both times. Perhaps they will have some significance in the future, or maybe they are just random number strings. Who knows? Let me know if you guys find anything.
edit: formatting
edit 2: thanks to u/SapphireSammi, "071588" seems to reference the release date of Die Hard.
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2020.04.08 22:18 Organizedchaos90 EPISODE 80 - Guy’s Perspective

Hey daddy gang, back at it again with one guy’s perspective on this week’s episode!
Keeping someone interested during quarantine: I can see this being a tough one, as it differs depending on the situation the other person is in. I kind of agree with the fathers on this. If you aren’t already dating, I guarantee this guy isn’t just sitting around thinking about you. Most guys are playing video games, watching Netflix, whatever. Disappearing for awhile and popping back up when this is over would be better. If you had gone on a few dates, then Alex’s pop in and out every few days is a good idea. It lets him know you’re still interested. If you had gone on a few dates or slept together and then you disappear, he’ll probably move on. At this point, everyone is in long-distance relationships.
Good ass tips for good ass hoes: Threesome trick: Oh god, I know this pod is over the top, but damn. I’m not entirely sure what the long term plan is here. I guess if you cheated and you’ve been in a relationship for awhile and don’t want it to end. But I think if you cheated, and got and STD, that is just a sign that this relationship is done. My bigger problem is knowingly infecting the third party. That’s just fucked up.
Facials: The girls got this right. If your guy is a fan of facials (not all guys are), then yes. Open mouth, tongue out, eyes closed (for your safety) is the best. The biggest factor is ENTHUSIASM. Have fun with it. Facials are a weird thing we’ve been conditioned to want through watching porn. Thats not a secret. The best facials I’ve given have been when the girl found it funny or something. Smiles, laughing, whatever. Just show him you’re having fun, and it will be amazing. Pro-tip if your guy really is a fan of facials; when he cums and your mouth is open waiting, if some gets in your mouth, spit it back out on to your chin or on your tits if it’s a lot. But seriously, just watch porn and do what they do.
Sucking/Licking Fingers: Yea....absolutely send this type of video. It’s a huge turn on. Like I said before, have fun with it. You can do anything sexual at all. As long as you’re having fun, it will be a turn on. If it turns you on, make sure that is known to him. If it does nothing for you, fake it till you make it. Don’t know what to do? Find porn videos. JOI videos (jerk off instruction) have this type of stuff it in them regularly. Do some research.
Hole with a face: It is the responsibility of both parties to not catch feelings if you’re both in it just for sex. Fuck boys won’t catch feelings. It’s best you don’t either. If you start to get feelings, it is best to walk away. If he mature out of being a fuck boy later, try then.
Red Sox Player: Did some research. The only player on the 2013, 2014, and 2015 Red Sox that was single and in the right age range is Mike Napoli. That’s my guess. Could have been someone married, but I could totally see Alex and Nap hooking up.
Questions: Picture day: not much of a guy’s perspective needed here. This seems like a good idea. No guy is going to complain about getting sexy pics from a couple week prior. Be careful with the date taken though if you’re trying to pass them off as being taken in the moment.
Ego Issues: Definitely need to unfollow someone you break up with. Hiding their posts might be a good idea if you still want to stalk them later on your own terms. I’ve unfollowed people only to find out they have a private account that you need to request to follow them, which would be very awkward to do to your ex. But if you left the guy, then you know what his new girl is getting and should just feel sorry for her. Find some new dick and live your best life.
Vag Melts: These sound fun for a special occasion or something, but insecurity about the way you taste is such a made up thing. As long as your washing regularly and aren’t trying to get eaten out right after the gym, then you will taste and smell fine. I LOVE the natural smell and taste of pussy. Use vagasil if you want, but it makes you smell and taste pretty much like nothing. If it smell bad down there, you could have a medical problem so see a doctor. Otherwise, you’re fine.
Tinder Height: as an average height guy with a giant best friend, this is very true and very infuriating. My buddy pulls all the ladies because his height. Ladies, it works both ways too. I was never a fan of group pictures on dating apps anyway since I can’t tell who I’m talking to. But if you have one, make sure you’re the best looking person in the picture.
Everybody poops: I can vouch for poo-pourri. That stuff works. Guys, get some for your bathroom. Girls, if you’re guy doesn’t have it, get a purse size bottle if you’re worried about it. Guys, a matchbook is probably a good call if you’re going to her place and she doesn’t have anything.
As always, these are just my opinions. Feel free to discuss in the comments. I’m more than happy to elaborate on anything.
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2020.04.07 18:00 CourtRooom Statistical Catalogue of D2 Damage Buffs/Debuffs/Modifiers - Updated to Worthy Changes

Legacy Update
24 Oct 2020: New post sharing information and data for upcoming changes, including Destiny Content Vault.
This has been long overdue - while my project was updated during Dawn I decided to take a long passive break from Destiny (I bit the Warzone bullet and haven't stopped) and never got round to posting Dawn updates (which are contained within too) - but regardless it's time for another Damage Statistical Catalogue post! The data contained within the sheets have been live since week 1 of Worthy - I have a change/update log within the spreadsheet - but decided to post another Reddit post to succeed my previous one.
As with any context of these posts I make I want to invite new Guardians the opportunity to understand what this post relates to: damage buffs, debuffs, modifiers, and more. Destiny 2 has a quarry full of them and the spreadsheet linked below reveals just what numerically they do and how they interact with you, your enemies, and the sandbox world. For experienced Guardian veterans this is the reminder stick prodding you to double-check on any new and old modifiers that may have changed over the last few Seasons!
 
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1i1KUwgVkd8qhwYj481gkV9sZNJQCE-C3Q-dpQutPCi4
 
Another mandatory Google Sheets reminder: due to the way Google Sheets loads images, users may experience lockups or crashes using those version. If you run into any problems viewing the Images-version sheets there is a sheet that omits all Images to help alleviate any technical or bandwidth issues.
 
 

Season's Worth(y) of Modifiers

As with any Season introducing new things, Worthy actually unexpectedly added, changed, and updated a lot more than its preceding Season.
 

Felwinter's Helm

Warlord's End: 1.30x Debuff Damage Modifier (PVP: 1.50x)
  • Ah yes, I don't think this needs much of an introduction as it's pretty well known and interestingly unique exotic (although I wrote this script prior to Bungie recently deactivating it, lol)
  • Felwinter's Helm joins the Global Debuff ranks of Tractor Cannon, Melting Point, both Tethers, Shattering Strike, and Divinity - providing a 1.30x Debuff Modifier (reminder: Global Debuffs DO NOT STACK with each other!)
  • Upon defeating a Combatant with Powered Elemental Melee kill (PVE/PVP) or Finisher (PVE), energy will burst from the target in a circle weakening and suppressing nearby Combatants - similar to TC or Tether
  • Finishers and defeating Powerful Enemies (Majors or Ultras) will extend the radius and duration of Debuff
  • Powered Elemental Melee Kill on Minors: 5s // Finisher or Powered Melee Kill on Majors/Ultras: 15s
Perhaps one of the most interesting Exotics we have had in Destiny 2 - on paper it seems like a lot of build-up for very little reward but in practice it could not be further from that: it's pulse Debuff has a HUGE radius and finally allows for a non-Hunter (sorry Titans) class to mass-Debuff like a Tether. It has the mass-utility of Tether and the confined control of Shattering Strike or Melting Point and has extreme potency if paired with those 'locks who love Finishers or Space Magicians getting their Powered Melees out of thin air from Monte Carlo.
 

Power of Rasputin

Power of Rasputin (Combatants near Warmind Cells): 1.10x "Debuff" Weapons Damage Modifier
  • I've put the word "Debuff" in quotations here because while it acts like a Debuff visually, it appears to sit in its own category (like what Divinity did in Shadowkeep) and stacks with all other modifiers including Global Buffs and Global Debuffs
  • Requires a Worthy Mod Slot to equip - and cannot stack with itself. Unlocks from the Moon Seraph Tower Encrypted Chest (just do 4 full runs and you'll get all 4 Moon mods)
  • You will see visually why it appears like a Debuff: combatants standing near a Warmind Cell that are affected will be painted in an orange hue - much like when combatants that are suppressed are painted in a purple hue
  • Weapons are affected only; abilities, Supers, Grenades, etc are unaffected
  • Providing someone has the Mod equipped, any one shooting at a "Debuffed" enemy will reap the extra damage benefits
Week 1 of Worthy I don't think a lot of people were all that excited about Warmind Balls Cells. But after a few weeks there has been an huge influx of interest and strategies involving the Cells as more have been unlocked through the Bunkers/Towers. This is one of them which might become a go-to strat for end-game content, especially with how easy it is to summon and create Warmind Cells and its ability to stack with the usual Debuffs and Buffs. Unsure if the ability to stack the mod with other Global Buffs/Debuffs is intended but if you want to maximise DPS then this combination is a must.
 

Flash Counter

Flash Counter (RNG roll on Honor's Edge): 1.20x Buff Damage Modifier
  • If you thought the Power of Rasputin Mod was a strange entity, you haven't researched up on Flash Counter - not because of its actual perk per se, but how it dresses like Global Debuff but its body is actually a Global Buff... ¯_(ツ)_/¯
  • Upon Guarding immediately after blocking a melee attack the Combatant will disorientate and weaken them for 7 seconds - Ultras do not get disorientated but still get weakened as normal
  • The Combatant will become susceptible to all Damage very similar to a Global Debuff would do but is able to be stacked with other Global Debuffs (like Tether)
  • So like with Global Debuffs, Global Buffs - Well of Radiance, Sun Warrior, Lumina, etc - DO NOT STACK with other Global Buffs - and the same is said with Flash Counter. It shares the same numerical Modifier as Sun Warrior, Empowering Rift, and High-Energy Fire (20%) but cannot stack with them or any other Global Buff
  • So if you tried to Flash Counter a Combatant and you benefit from a Well or a Bubble, the latter will take precedence and you will not benefit from Flash Counter at all (because Well or Bubble have higher numerical Modifiers, you would only benefit if the Well or Bubble Modifiers duration ran out)
  • I'm not a sword aficionado so I'm not sure if Swords blocking does this by default but it also negates Bosses STOMP and keeps you from being thrown into a wall (!!!)
  • Currenly only rolls RNG on Honor's Edge (the New Monarchy Sword, a random World drop)
A new addition to Worthy but also a very perplexing one. I had it listed for some time as a Global Debuff on the sheets. But testing it with how it stacked resulted in labelling it for definite as a Global Buff because it doesn't stack with other Global Buffs. It's super weird but still an interesting one. If you're stuck for Global Buffs - even though there are lots of them - and you love Swords then Flash Counter might be a choice for you. Because it is dependent on a weapon rather than a Powered Melee or unique property (like Guiding Flame or Lumina) you have big freedom to keep a constant Global Buff on single or multiple targets if your Bubbles or Wells are not ready yet. However despite it negating stomp attacks I feel like it's finicky to apply and use efficiently and might not be ultimately all that useful if it means carrying a Sword about instead of something more beefier for damage phases or clearance.
 

Other Changes and Updates

Some of the below changes were posted in the patch notes for Worthy but are posted here as a reminder:
  • Tommy's Matchbook "Ignition Trigger"
1.99x Damage Modifier (PVP: 1.55)
 
  • The Fourth Horseman's "Broadside / And it's Name was Death (AINWD) Catalyst"
1.63x Damage Modifier (vs 1st Shot) [x4 no AINWD]
1.87x Damage Modifier (vs 1st Shot) [x5 with AINWD] Catalyst provides a flat 1.15x bonus
 
  • The Last Word's "Fan Fire Precision Hip Fire"
1.30x Precision Hip Fire Damage Modifier vs Precision ADS
 
  • Izanagi's Burden's "Honed Edge / Peerless Edge Catalyst"
4.00x Damage Modifier [no Peerless Edge]
4.80x Damage Modifier [with Peerless Edge]
Previously 3.69x/4.43x respectively
 
  • Khepri's Sting's "Touch of Venom"
2.50x (all) Smoke Bombs Damage Modifier
 
  • Young Ahamkara's Spine's "Wish-Dragon Teeth"
1.14x Tripmine Damage Modifier
 
  • Severance Enclosure's "Spheromatik Trigger"
2.68x (Highest Possible) Blast Explosions Damage Modifier
Powered Melee Kills or Finishers triggers Explosions
Finishing a Major provides the highest possible Modifier (vs Powered Melee on Minor)
 
  • Verity's Brow's "The Fourth Magic"
1.50x Grenade Damage Modifier (1.10x stacks up to 1.50x)
"Death Throes" activates upon Energy weapon kills (not Kinetic or Heavy); stacks lasts 10s
Each kill with Energy weapons adds a stack; Allies get increased grenade recharge if grenades thrown near them
 
One minor side-note: I have been hearing on the grapevine that Exotic Snipers - not including Izanagi's - had their perks changed (either nerfed or buffed) in the Worthy sandbox update. I can categorically confirm that none of their perks have had a damage nerf/buff since they were last changed in Undying (they may have had their DPS hit but I'm not knowledgeable regarding this information, see Sky's DPS chart which is linked within my sheets).
Regardless here is a confirmation of each Exotic Sniper and their perk damage benefits (which have been the same since Shadowkeep launch):
Whispered Breathing (WOTM): 1.35x
Target Acquired (D.A.R.C.I.): 1.35x
Ionic Return (Borealis): 1.40x
 
Other notable additions or clarifications to the sheets:
Thunder Coil from The Gate Lord's Eye (Shadowkeep/Undying) makes a return in Worthy at 1.54x modifier
• With the Sword rework in Worthy, some damage perks like En Garde and Shattering Blade have been scaled back a little bit. Respectively they now do 1.30x and 1.67x - previously they did 1.50x and 3.00x
Vengeance from One-Eyed Mask is officially - outside of Sleeper being tanked, the interesting Mercury Modifiers, and Seasonal Modifiers - the first damage buff to be removed/retired from the game (although it still has other potent non-Damage modifiers
• I have noticed a few people asking during my Ordeal runs "does this Modifier increase our damage?". Well the Nightmare Hunts/Nightfall: Ordeal Modifiers that states "increased damage from X/Y/Z" is purely for PVE Combatants only and does not affect Guardians (e.g. you do not get increased Solar Damage in this week's, as of writing, The Arms Dealer NF) and really should be made clearer like "Increased incoming Solar damage" - this does not include the usual Strike modifiers like Singes, Brawler, Grenadier, or Heavyweight which do increase Guardian's abilities respectively
• Speaking of Nightmare Hunts, you can see my post regarding the Hunt Mods here - pretty potent stuff if you're struggling!
Titan's Barricades are now much more susceptible to certain weaponry - as detailed in a TWAB/patch notes - and as a reminder the following do increased damage towards Rally and Tower Barricades (yellow numbers appear when you shoot at them with the below):
1.30x :: Anti-Barrier weaponry, Grenade Launchers, Linear Fusion Rifles, Sniper Rifles, Trace Rifles, and Machine Guns
1.60x :: Fusion Rifles and Shotguns
 
 
There a few more bits here and there but the new things and changes listed above represent the bulk. And of course if you are brand new to my sheets then you can check out some things you didn't know - like did you know The Huckleberry and Monte Carlo retains the old Rampage and Swashbuckler perk modifiers respectively before they got nerfed? Or that Sturm (you: "oh yeah I forgot Sturm exists") has one of the highest continuous and non-stacked damage modifiers in the game at 3.62x? And maybe you didn't know that the Reaper (applying a mini-Debuff to non-Primeval Bosses) and Invader (after killing 4 Guardians) Gambit Prime sets gives you double damage?
For those both new and old to my spreadsheets have a look at the above and more (including Dawn changes which I didn't post about). As always there are 3 versions to choose from: the OG image-laden probably-crash-inducing version, the non-images you-should-probably-use version, or the abridged/mobile-friendly version. There is also a brand new downloadable PDF version for those who prefer non-Google Documents - this version will only be updated every Season so will become deprecated over time unless re-downloaded; I suggest only using the PDF version if Google Sheets is too unstable for you i.e. the data on Google Sheets will be the most up-to-date.
 
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1i1KUwgVkd8qhwYj481gkV9sZNJQCE-C3Q-dpQutPCi4
 
Of course if you have any queries, questions, or wish to offer some corrections you can do via my Reddit/Discord DMs or comment below - all corrections will be shouted-out in the 'Credits' tab and are greatly appreciated in order to keep this project going.
 
~ Court <3
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2020.03.21 23:47 MsSiNJin Found this when going through my grandfather’s things. Little leather case dated 1943 from the Rochester Lodge with three bottles of some sort of substance inside them. Any idea?? Matchbook for scale.

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2020.01.13 01:58 SassyTeacupPrincess Wo Fat Restaurant, the matchbook isn't flashy but the building is still there and being renovated. The business dates back to 1882, when Hawai`i was its own country with a king! It has a nice, wide strike pad.

Wo Fat Restaurant, the matchbook isn't flashy but the building is still there and being renovated. The business dates back to 1882, when Hawai`i was its own country with a king! It has a nice, wide strike pad. submitted by SassyTeacupPrincess to matchbooks [link] [comments]


2020.01.07 10:58 LegendOfHiddnTempl Magic Leap origins: Enravel

Enravel (Seattle)
Date of Incorporation: 9/14/2009
Governing Persons: Rony Abovitz (Governor); Scott Henry (Governor); Anastasia Lang; Richard Taylor; Jennifer Fitzpatrick; Joseph Tsai https://www.sos.wa.gov/corps/business.aspx?ubi=602954597
Enravel, which presented at the April Innovation Showcase, followed up the presentations with an update and product demo. The company, led by UW mechanical engineer Brian Schowengerdt [former UW & Microvision employee], has developed a laser-based “pico projector” that could be built into mobile electronics like cell phones, digital cameras, and even eye glasses. The 1 mm x 9 mm projector —about the size of a grain of rice—uses “scanning fiber” technology to then scan an image from the device, and project an enlarged image back onto a larger surface, like a wall. The company, which has put most of its resources into developing the projection technology so far, plans to now turn its focus to streamlining the light source modulator to improve image quality.
https://xconomy.com/seattle/2010/07/15/technology-alliance-showcases-four-new-companies-in-biotech-and-cleantech-and-revisits-one-past-presente2/
Linden Rhoads [at the time Vice Provost-IP, Commercialization, Innovation at the University of Washington] introduced this startup by pulling out her iPhone and iPad (yes, one of those) and talking about the devices’ display capabilities. “These are great, these are fun, but they’re going to be so much more fun when there are projectors available for them,” she said. “That day is very, very close at hand.”
Enravel is led by UW mechanical engineer Brian Schowengerdt, an expert in alternative displays, user interfaces, and human visual perception. He co-founded the company in 2009 to commercialize a laser-based “pico projector.” The idea, he says, is to “take a display of iPad size and compress it into the size of an iPhone.” More specifically, to shrink a projector to “the size of a grain of rice” and use it to project on-screen images, video, games, websites, e-mail—you name it—onto any larger surface.
The core technology is a “scanning fiber” projector that uses fiber optics and a vibrating element to scan an image and blow it up, for example, to a size of 17 inches across from just five inches away. A matchbook-size assembly of laser diodes (off the shelf) provides the light source to project the image. You could imagine such a projector might be crammed into a smartphone and used anytime you want a bigger display to interact with, for reading text or watching a video, say.
Enravel has five employees, and its technology was built over the past few years using $8 million in funding for a related endoscopic imaging project (led by Eric Seibel) and $100,000 in grants. The company expects to finish its portable prototype by next month, and to have a standalone product by the end of next year.
https://xconomy.com/seattle/2010/04/22/technology-alliance-showcases-five-companies-in-sensors-mobile-displays-and-drug-therapies-investors-take-notice/?single_page=true
Thanks to thegoldenleaper for mentioning Enravel

Jump to Q3 2019

UW Researcher Spotlight: Eric Seibel, Mechanical Engineering Written by CoMotion Staff / September 27, 2019
Eric Seibel: "Scanning Fiber Endoscope: This is an ultrathin and flexible scanning fiber endoscope (SFE) for the early detection and treatment of cancers within the body. The goal is to advance minimally invasive medical imaging by using ultrathin flexible endoscopes that allow access to regions of the body that were previously inaccessible to permit less invasive treatment of cancers before they have spread from their place of origin. It was licensed to startup VerAvanti for medical endoscopes and Magic Leap for AR displays as well as a few other related licenses."
https://comotion.uw.edu/comotion-spotlight-on-a-uw-researcher-eric-seibel/
August 26, 2019 - Veravanti announces a new subsidiary and the opening of a nanofabrication facility
"The opening of the Avanti Nanofabrication facility enables VerAvanti to manufacture its patented Scanning Fiber Endoscope (SFE), a new, extremely small imaging modality designed to access small arteries to illuminate stroke and cardiovascular risks."
https://veravanti.com/news/2019/8/26/veravanti-announces-a-new-subsidiary-and-the-opening-of-a-nanofabrication-facility
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2019.10.09 09:51 CrimsonClubs Everything you Need to Know About Mass Hysteria: An Essay on Fine Terroir

I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.
  • Charles Baudelaire
Much has been written about the unexplained and macabre events occurring in the small town of Cascade Falls Montana during the fall of 2003. Many media retrospectives begin by luridly describing the first sighting of the mysterious Gas Mask Attacker on October 14th. In contrast, most serious academic scholarship on the matter prefers to cite the September 22nd arson of the Willow Tree Daycare center as inciting the subsequent mass hysteria event. In the rare times popular culture addresses the event, it shines a lens on the spate of concurrent incidents all occurring on Sunday November 30th, The Cascade Falls Panic, otherwise known as the Panic Sabbath.
In contrast, this essay will examine the history leading to one specific event from that final day of November 2003: the frequently overlooked Ross Mansion Murder.
Let us begin with an introduction to the Ross Mansion itself. Constructed in 1954, the Ross Mansion was never the antique suggested by its Victorian inspired exterior. A facade of classical mansard rooves and austere white columns were betrayed by the mid-century influences of broad windows and cleanly sheered outer walls. Perhaps this was the preamble to the eclectic and gaudy mish-mash characterizing the McMansion architecture of the early aughts.
At any rate, the size of this architectural hybrid was massive, comfortably accommodating whatever interior the construction demanded. Despite the ample space, the inside was curiously and haphazardly laid out as if cramped or crowded with many eccentric design choices.
This would become readily apparent to even an untrained eye immediately upon entering. Most obvious would be how few rooms were neatly squared with each other as the floorplan seemingly rotated each room on a random axial orientation, so instead the walls of every room jutted inward as the corners of misaligned adjoining rooms protruded at harsh uneven angles. Debra Miles, a family friend and early visitor to the Mansion would have this to say about the effect: “My tour left me feeling off balance. Not only did the lopsided shaping [of the rooms] remind me of portraits hung askew, or especially crooked hourglasses, but the admittedly large spaces nonetheless felt claustrophobic and perhaps somewhat hostile to even the brightest lighting, including from the sunniest window, a merciful feature which most, but not every, room had. Illumination never seemed to fully banish the shadows clinging in extraordinarily odd and sometimes narrow corners.”
This confusing design made the Ross Mansion possess another confounding quality. The lack of a cleanly predictable layout to the rooms themselves frustrated attempts at connecting them with common corridors and passageways. Should one wish to traverse the house, one would often then require a dizzying detour through several other rooms before one could reach their intended destination. Such was the case if a guest was forced to leave their meal in the dining hall for a hasty retreat to the one and only bathroom located on the first floor, a journey that would take them through a parlour, the library, the foyer, and lastly a gallery before finally reaching the bathroom.
But perhaps the Ross Mansion’s most notable quirk was its elevator. Despite only servicing the three above ground floors of the mansion, the house was built featuring a large elevator, much in line with what one would expect from your standard hotel. It was large and heavy and could most assuredly hold a king bed and ferry it to the top floor.
All in all a strange choice for a person’s abode.
Which brings us to the first owner and principal builder of the Montana mansion: Nathaniel H. Ross.
On the date of December 2nd, 1941, thirteen years before a completed Ross Mansion would first overlook the small town of Cascade Falls Montana, a cadre of like-minded businessmen and far-sighted entrepreneurs were gathering in Detroit to discuss a relatively new and yet to be proven product that would come to define the next chapter in humanity’s industrialization. Not the automobile, nor even the computer, this was the fifth meeting of The Society of the Plastics Industry (SPI).
The keynote speech by the group’s leader, Fred Conley, was interrupted when a round fist slammed down on a table. All those gathered turned to look. There sat a man with a striking resemblance to President Roosevelt. Both Roosevelts, the former and the then current cousin president. The man’s broad imposing frame loomed large and his statesman facial features commanded stern attention. With all attention on him the man was noted to have remarked, “Stop telling us what we already know and address the damn swastika in the room.”
This man was Nathaniel H. Ross.
Of course he was referring not to a literal swastika emblazoned in the chamber but to the war raging in Europe. The questions of how to contribute to ending — or profit from — the flames of conflict had crossed many of the gathered minds. Nathaniel Ross was just the sort of man to force everybody into stating this fact out loud. Little did any of these budding industrialists know Japan’s carrier fleet had already departed Hittokapu Bay and which was presently en route for their shocking surprise attack on Pearl Harbour. America would fall headlong into the war in five short days and in under five years the war would be won.
The next decade would be very kind to Nathaniel Ross and Ross Chemicals LTD. He would win several high profile military contracts selling specialized plastic components, mostly insulators for fragile electrical components, but also a not-so-insignificant amount of the synthetic rubber produced for vehicle tires. The post-war period would be even more lucrative, as Ross Chemicals benefited greatly from both the booming domestic market and the rebuilding of Europe under the Marshall Plan. This latter development would prove perhaps the more relevant of the two, as Nathaniel Ross spent much of the late 40s touring Europe — and developing a soon to be notorious taste for Europe’s fine wines. His oenophilic habit would set off a causal chain locked around a date a half-century later.
With these facts established, let us briefly fast forward to September 7th 2003. It was a gorgeous day in Cascade Falls Montana. Clear skies let the temperature nearly break a warm ninety degrees but the calm wind blowing in off the mountains was enough to take the edge off the heat. The summer had arrived late that year but as the current Mayor Gary Randall once admitted, “No one is in a hurry to get here, but when they arrive they tend to settle down.”
That summer was settled. Also consistent, quiet, predictable. Beautiful weather befits a beautiful city. The city had two other notable characteristics this year: it had risen to the third highest rate of military enlistment in the country and fell to only the second most churches per capita.
September 7th would be the final day of summer for this city, as autumn winds would bring a chilling fall the following day, but for this day at least Cascade Falls had no concern. The front page news of the local Tribune detailed conservation efforts of the buffalo, a smattering of local politics, and only a brief mention of the ongoing troubles in the middle east at the bottom of the page. What wasn’t mentioned was the arrival of the of the Desmond family to the unoccupied Ross Mansion. The young family of four had flown in to Cascade Falls from Boston after a brief layover in Minneapolis. The youngest of these was Nathaniel Ross’ Great-Grandson, his twenty-second descendant.
Back across the Atlantic a half century earlier, Nathaniel Ross was finding as much success romantically as he would financially during his time of fortunes.
This fortune would favor Gertrude Cassandra Jones, presumably a former American debutante and present wandering dilettante of enigmatic renown. In contrast to her gentle features and soft eyes, this 31 year old had a reputation for her sharp wit and blunt manner. Much like a certain enterprising businessman, she always got straight to the point. While she dabbled in art trading and prudent investments, “[I]n people, not company stock” as she would say, her most famous achievements were courting scandal. First by quickly marrying Lionel Heatherington, a minor British Duke, second by keeping her own name, third and lastly by hastily divorcing him that same year.
Although many of the details of their courtship are unknown, Gertrude and Nathaniel were likewise married within a year of their first meeting, this very much despite the fact that this first meeting at a Paris art show — exhibiting older pieces first debuted in New York — ended only when the two were physically separated from their intense shouting match. It was a bitter sort of argument, in which Nathaniel’s personal assistant Francis Vandermeer noted, “[W]as in totality a fundamental clash of the world each viewed, complete with references to classic and modern philosophic ideas, appeals to both ancient theology and the latest scientific breakthroughs, a digressing political disagreement over the psychology of Fascism and whether it finds its twin in Communism, the function of a person in society, the moral hazard of even debating ‘function’ as it relates to a people[…] and yet somehow the two saved their most bilious insults and invectives for a final disagreement on if the contemporary abstract pieces on display were betraying the bold expressionism of the likes of Picasso and Matisse or if the betrayal was ongoing betrayal of the earlier impressionists like Monet and Degas. The lady was of the mind the trends would continue until culture was both cruelly sharpened and yet eroded completely smoothed. ‘A jagged society nonetheless flat like a bed of nails or your moronic brain’ I believe were her words. I remember Nate quipped rather sarcastic: ‘Better to have vile harridans like you screeching into everyone’s ear so we cannot hear ourselves think.’”
Francis also added, “Personally I considered the paintings to be quite lovely and evocative.”
However, so bitter was this shared animosity they wrote letters to each other frequently over the coming weeks and months to continue the debate. When they next met at a party held in Vienna, passions were no less heated, but now it was clear they were less opposed to each other’s company. This back and forth continued until the following season when the two quietly announced their marriage and unlike her marriage with the Duke, this time she would become Gertrude Ross.
Their honeymoon entailed a return to America where the couple landed into New York high society with all the spectacle and grace of a wayward meteorite.
They invited themselves to all the major parties and flashed into all the nightlife. Drinking, gambling, and dancing the night away. Of these gambling was their most intriguing vice. Nathaniel Ross wasn’t a notorious gambler at any time prior, but Gertrude had brought out in him a feverish desire to prove he knew how to read the hands of fate. The successful writer and later failed filmmaker Erwin Lauriat recorded in his autobiography how, “At a soiree on the east-end, the industrialist Nathaniel Ross wagered I would never be able to adapt my novel A Half Remembered Flower onto the screen[…] when the movie didn’t make it’s budget, Nathaniel Ross called for the wagered sum: the film’s profits. I always believed it odd how he made a wager where he would either lose or win and make nothing[…] If it were not for that bet, I would never have attempted the adaptation.”
Of course, not everyone was quite as impressed with the new Ross couple.
During an average uneventful April evening at the Stork Club in Manhattan, the recent bride Gertrude Ross remarked: “Nathaniel always is in one of his terrible moods. We have barely been back in the Americas for a month and already he is weary with how ‘stale’ it is, as he terms it. He’s bored with everyone and everything here. Knock the ugliness down and build again he says.”
This comment was partially overheard by the Club’s owner, Sherman Billingsley, who famously took great offence and barred the wealthy couple from his club from then on. Nathaniel Ross reportedly stole the two remaining bottles of Kloster Auslese from the bar before being kicked out.
Exile suited Nathaniel Ross just fine as he was already planning his great move out west to a sleepy town in Montana. Why this new locale was considered an improvement for his boredom, even Gertrude was perplexed although her insight proffered to Debra Miles is the best we have. “Tabula Rasa! That’s what he calls it. He wants his own blank canvas here in this rural backwater. If he was wishing to escape the stultifying overgrowth of the city, he succeeded, but he will have a hard time filling this slate and soil with anything but his own ego. That is, when he is not filling his face with wine.”
September 22nd in Cascade Falls had some of the remaining embers of warmth but the autumn winds had by now picked up into an unpleasant bluster. The Desmond family had now been in Cascade Falls for two weeks living in what was technically young Zack’s mansion, although the legal minutiae gave control of the property to the two parents, Diane and Tobias. Diane did not appreciate the inheritance. She did not like being here in this hideous mansion her father warned her so much about. Her father was James Ross, the eldest of Nathaniel and Gertrude's children. He had left Montana and America when he was of legal age. Neither he nor Diane attended the funeral of either Gertrude in 1984 or Nathaniel in ‘92.
As such, Diane was wholly unaware of the strange conditions of Nathaniel’s will, which stated the Ross Mansion, the plot of land it sat upon, and — most importantly — all the contents of the Mansion would be given to Ross’ 22nd descendant, along both matrilineal and patrilineal lines. Diane and her husband Tobias were ignorant that Zack was indeed this descendant until another family member, the young son of Nathaniel: Silas Ross, had attempted to claim his newborn child, the seventh child over three marriages in two decades, as the heir to this estate.
Per the will’s stipulations, an independent investigator tracked down every member both living or dead of the scattered members of the Ross lineage to compose an accurate family tree.
Sure enough, Zack Desmond who had been born two years earlier was the real 22nd descendant, much to the inchoate wrath of Silas Ross.
Upon being informed of the news, Diane simply wanted to sell the Ross Mansion and be done with the whole affair. Silas had strongly indicated he’d pay a fair value for both the mansion and land. The husband Tobias on the other hand was sceptical as to the stated justification that Silas was sentimentally attached to the house.
When he looked into the exact details of the estate outlined in the will, Tobias discovered Nathaniel Ross was purported to own one of the most expensive private wine collections in the world, over twenty thousand bottles of highly valued vintages; Maderias, Amontillados, and Pedro Ximenéz Sherries; Cabernet Sauvignon, Cabernet Franc, and Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon Blanc; from Mosel and Rheingau, from Chianti to Chablis; the racks of Dom Pérignon Champagne were worth pennies compared to his treasured bottles of Domaine de la Romanée-Conti. All in all, the insurance estimated the worth of Nathaniel’s collection to be nearly ten times the value of the house and land.
Diane and Tobias bickered over whether to take the small fortune offered by Silas or attempt to take the grand fortune that surely awaited collecting dust inside the Ross Mansion. Zack’s eight year old sister, Cassie Desmond, likely watched on in child-like bewilderment listening to the two adults shout over the difference between millions or even more millions.
Eventually they agreed on more millions.
The family moved into the Ross Mansion and began their search for the treasure. Quickly though it became apparent that they were not going to find it easily. The confabulating layout of the mansion was already disorienting enough, but now many of the doors had been boarded shut and sealed tight for inexplicable reasons. An initial inspection of the house suggested at most only a third of the rooms were readily accessible. Finding the Ross family fortune would require work. Initially, this work was done by Tobias alone with hammers and a crowbar, but he was no handy man and the work was slow, often taking him more than a day to pry open a single door. This was not only the fault of Tobias lack of carpentry skills though, the doors were so heavily barricaded he concluded it would be likely less effort to begin tearing down walls.
After two weeks with little progress, Tobias was calling around to the local contractors to get quotes to do exactly this, he knew he would not be able to safely take out interior walls without the risk of bringing down the entire mansion on the heads of him and his family, even if he was confident he knew the exact room which stored the wine, minimizing the constructive destruction.
He was on the phone while Diane was trying to coax Cassie to attend Zack’s birthday. He turned three that day but Cassie was not in a celebratory move. She already resented being dragged from her home to come here, away from all her friends, all because Zack had to be born. Was it not enough that her younger brother hogged her parents attention? She was now stuck in this creepy house and having to attend a new school where she did not know anybody. When Cassie demanded they leave and go back home, their real home, Diane promised her the family would be back in Boston by Christmas. That was not good enough.
In the end, Zack blew out his birthday candles with only his mom in attendance.
On the other side of Cascade Falls, on the North West side of the Missouri river, matches were being struck over a garbage can with a gallon of gasoline on the bottom covered by heaps of scrap wood slick with a home concocted oil mixture. The windy day was making it difficult for the makeshift fuse to stay alight so more and more matches had to be struck. Authorities found one empty matchbook in the alleyway off of Riverview Blvd, along with a plastic 7-11 bag containing five other matchbooks. Either the arsonist lit the garbage firebomb with the twentieth match in the matchbook, or sometime during the second matchbook they realized they could light the entire matchbook and throw that inside instead.
Either way, once the fire was lit well enough, the arsonist shoved the can deeper into a nook on the backside of the Willow Tree Daycare center. Presumably, the arsonist waited at a nearby vantage until the gasoline erupted into a fireball which engulfed the entire corner of the building in flames. Now the wind worked in favor of the arsonist’s designs as it fed the fire crawling around the side wall and racing across the roof.
After the fire, many questioned why it took so long for anyone in the neighborhood to call the fire department upon seeing the massive plume of smoke. Others were incensed to learn the builders of the daycare center not only used low grade materials but installed only the one stairwell on the side of the building. Many placed the bulk of the blame on Regina Pots for running a daycare on the second floor of a building, and worse, the noseblind old woman refused to believe five-year old Jasmine Carver when she said she, “Can’t get no sleep or nap cuz the smoky smell.”
Of course, Regina Pots saw the black cloud billowing up from the stairwell less than a minute later and quickly rushed all the children to the southern wall of the building. This was not the farthest corner of the building from the fire. She broke a window and began lowering children one by one, starting with the oldest, as far as her arms could reach before dropping them to the ground from way up on the second story. She aimed for the narrow patch of yellowing grass on this face of the building and only this face of the building. This clever thinking on Regina’s part likely downgraded what would have been broken bones to some minor scrapes and sprains. It did come at a cost however, as a few of the later younger children suffered from some moderate smoke inhalation, but by then bystanders had arrived to the scene and were helping to safely catch the younger smaller children.
In the end, only Regina had the few minor first degree burns caused by the inferno.
The same year Nathaniel Ross’ mansion was complete, Gertrude gave birth to their first son James. The adjustment was hard as both Nathaniel and Gerturde were accustom to the faster pace of city life. In a rare memo Nathaniel sent to Francis, “See to it the company is run with strict discipline in my absence. I will be unable to manage both my projects here and the business this quarter. With nothing to distract us, both the snake and I have been at each others throats. Our demeanour has been quite ghastly. At least she has the baby to occupy her in her solitary moments whereas I have only my own thoughts for companionship.”
‘The snake’ is how Nathaniel sometimes nicknamed Gertrude in his notes.
On the morning before the Gas Mask Attacker’s sunset assault, Diane Desmond was entertaining Zack with games in yard. They needed to escape the house because the dust and fumes from the workers inside were bothering young Zack. Diane reasoned some fresh air would do him wonders. Likely, the open air and sunlight was more for Diane’s benefit rather than Zack’s. Any time she could remove herself from the cavernous claustrophobic rooms the better. It did not help matters that Tobias’ earlier confidant theories as to the location of the wine were quickly proven false.
While Diane was feeling a little stir-crazy, Tobias was the one who was really letting his nerves affect him. By the 14th of October all the ground floor rooms had been excavated and the only objects found thus far were junk, a veritable dragon’s hoard of old discarded furniture and tarnished brass antiques. Even before then, after the first week of work the head of the demo-company, Mark Meechan, whom Tobias had hired because they could safely open up walls for a fraction of the cost than the other contractors, Mark had written the following additional note in the work order for his crew, “The husband is a squirrel. Have a question about the building, talk to the wife if you can. She is less high-strung. Bring all serious problems to me first.”
As much as Diane begged Tobias to get out of the house and let the workers work, to go on a walk with her and the kids around town, Tobias refused. He insisted he supervise all the work in case they found the treasure. He did not wish to risk the contractors stealing a single bottle. A single bottle could be worth close to half a million dollars. Not only that, but the other day Silas had driven by to say ‘Hello’ and Tobias did not trust that Diane’s long lost uncle was not still lurking around the grounds with plans to break in and steal the treasure when nobody was home.
Cassie was still in school, but Friday meant she would be need to be picked up at noon. That day she had an art class. The picture she drew that day was of the Ross Mansion elevator. Inside the double doors were two aggressively drawn eyes, like piercing globes, were drawn from the layered circles of black which were scratched deep into the the elevator. Her teacher, Cole Hawkins was troubled enough by the unsettling drawing he made a memo that day to discuss with the parents, “Next P.T. Screen habits? Disturbing movies/TV suspected.”
Diane drove into town with Zack in the backseat booster seat and picked up the steadily more unhappy Cassie who dreaded coming back to the dreary mansion on the hill outside of town. In a bid to cheer her up, Diane took a detour, passing by Gibson park on the way for ice cream. The cloud of sawdust and regular dust would still be waiting there when they returned.
In a few short hours the high-school couple of Michelle Gray and Kyle Smith would go for a walk through Gibson park. It was a brisk day, with temperatures never breaking fifty, but at least the mountain winds had decided to calm down enough to make a chilly day pleasant.
The park was sparsely populated by trees, better to give an unobstructed view of both river and fountains. Nonetheless, somebody had hidden themselves behind one of the larger and older trunked trees.
A moment after the couple walked by, an arm wrapped around Michelle and Kyle each, a wet cloth muffled over both their mouths. Both young adults struggled, but whomever it was had been strong enough to hold them one arm apiece until the orange sunset painted over the distant Rockie Mountains faded to black.
Spencer Kelly was walking his jack-terrier at the usual time of 7:00pm when he saw a tall figure hunched over and dragging a woman out of Gibson park. The dog began loudly growling and yipping, as loud as the little terrier could yip, before the old man shouted at the mysterious figure, who turned to look at him. The figure appeared to be wearing a mask on their face and it took Spencer a second to realize that it was a brown leather gas mask with two large round glass eyes reflecting the orange sodium glow of the nearest lamppost.
Upon being spotted the tall figure darted back into the park.
Spencer and his dog shuffled over to the woman. The old man had a bad knee and could in no way give pursuit to the masked attacker. After he confirmed the woman was still breathing, he stayed with her yelling for help. When a car drove by Spencer blocked the road and demanded the driver, Henry Paulson, go get help.
Henry claimed not to have seen the unconscious woman Spencer was talking about so after he drove off he did not in fact seek aid. This action, along with his prodigious height, would earn him a spot as the first suspect in the attack itself.
Fifteen minutes later when Jennifer Piantelli came jogging by, she saw the unconscious Michelle Gray and the by now very much distressed Spencer and terrier watching the park, and immediately used her cellphone to call for help.
When police and EMTs arrived, Michelle was still unconscious and the manhunt for the attacker was very much late to begin. The first patrolmen on the scene would find Kyle Smith unconscious near to where the couple would allege they were attacked, but no sign of the attacker, or their gas mask, or the rags he used to knock them out would be found. Both Michelle and Kyle would awaken in the next hour and give a similar story.
Kyle of course would become the second suspect when Henry Paulson’s alibi that he was driving home from a late shift at work would check out. The reasoning was, Kyle was actually going to harm his girlfriend since a real third attacker could not have overpowered them both so easily — especially if that same attacker ran from a frail old man — logically then the boyfriend did it. The theory was he disposed of the gas mask in the river and dosed himself with the same drug he used on Michelle where he mistakenly believed he did the deed as he was only close to the spot of the initial attack.
As Michelle continued to insist Kyle was attacked simultaneously however, and more importantly no material evidence arose to implicate Kyle other than wild speculation, that’s when the theories grew out of control. Everybody was talking about it. The Gas Mask Attacker was a local transient by the name of Dennis Glick who liked to camp in the park. The couple themselves faked the attack and unconsciousness because chloroform cannot knock a person out that quickly. The Gas Mask Attacker had to be a doctor at the hospital because only a doctor could get a hold of Disulferane or another other stage II or III anaesthetic. “Beelzebub himself struck our city! First with flame and now with poison!” Proclaimed pastor Wesley Munroe of the nearby River Rock Community Church.
Police still had not found the arsonist responsible for the fire at Willow Tree, this second unexplained attack set the community ablaze. When police requested information from the community, over the coming weeks they received more than one hundred reports of sightings of a shadowy figure wearing a gas mask. Arguably the most vivid was, “Last night I awoke to a pounding headache and a god-awful smell only to see him staring in at me from my bedroom window.” Reported Charles Insley. No footprints were found in the mud outside his window.
Others reported strange occurrences to the attack. “When I came home, I found a rag on my stoop,” said Erica Li, “when I picked it up and sniffed it, I lost feeling in my legs and collapsed, unable to walk for the next few hours.” The rag tests were inconclusive for everything they tested it for.
When three sightings of a figure wearing a gas mask were reported — and confirmed — each incident on a separate end of town, the police chief Dean Bogan was forced to make a statement: “We ask members of the community to please stop wearing gas masks as a prank. It is not safe. You risk serious harm by retaliation.”
The sightings continued into November.
Once the eldest Ross child, James Ross, turned twelve, he already had his four younger siblings, two sisters and two brothers, the youngest being Silas. Each child grew to be fiercely independent on account of having to compete with for the vicarious and fickle attentions of their parents, each raised more by their various tutors than their biological kin.
Arguably the most revealing if mystifying account of this time comes from, Sophie Dumont, the tutor for the eldest daughter Sarah, who recalled, “The children were in many ways an after thought. They only saw their parents at dinner which every child was strictly required to attend. Their father seemed eternally harried by whatever it was he laboured on in the deeper bowels of the house. What the mother did with her time I can scarcely say. Although I believed it shocking for a woman of such bearing to possess a snake pattern tattoo running up her arm.”
No other individual has been found to attest to Gertrude possessing a snake tattoo along her arm and intriguingly her death certificate makes no mention of such a mark despite describing the rest of her body’s condition in detail.
Starting with James, one by one the the children were eventually sent to private schools out of state, each a different school and different state. The third brother Xavier was even sent to a federally different state as he went to boarding school in Britain. Some might call this behaviour eccentric or erratic, however the few friends remaining in the Ross’ social circle did not find these actions alarming. What Debra Miles was bothered by was in fact, “I am so glad Gertie chose to send the children away. It cannot be healthy for them to live in the same house as that man’s awful drinking habits. All he seems to do these days is buy wine and drink wine. Last I was there, he monologued for hours on what makes a wine have a ‘Fine Terroir,’ from the weather, to the soil, the shape of the landscape, the traditions of the winemakers, and on and on and on. I thought for sure he was about to explain the importance of rabbits feet and other superstitions too and at least then I would know the man was truly mad, seeing meaning in things that were not there.”
While records are thin, upon turning eighteen, James Ross did not return home, and instead he ran off and eloped with a girl he met at the nearby girl’s school. He never looked back. The same could be said of the other children with the exception of Silas, who did stay in regular contact with his parents, and Claire who died in an unspecified accident while away from home. Her tombstone in the family plot beside her parents grave sites reads cryptically, “She was a beacon of joy to others who found themselves lost.”
By November 29th, on the eve of the Cascade Falls Panic, which included the Ross Mansion Murder, Tobias Desmond was feeling lost. All the rooms had been opened and not one contained the trove of Nathanial H. Ross’ vaunted wine collection or even a single empty bottle among the trash. He was paranoid Uncle Silas had stolen the treasure already, but by now Silas was coming by every second day. Was Silas mocking them and their pursuit? But then why was he still offering to buy the property?
Diane Desmond was faring little better although for different reasons. This entire pursuit had drained her relationship with her husband both emotionally and physically. The two of them had barely spoken in months let alone had any intimacy. As she stroked Zack’s back, she feared Tobias was in the middle of a mental breakdown. Would their marriage survive this?
Alone in her bedroom, Cassie Desmond was having nightmares. This creepy house troubled her greatly and she never seemed able to sleep well if at all. To make matters worse, it seemed like both her parents were too focused on their issues to allay Cassie’s concern about the Gas Mask Attacker. Would she be kidnapped in the middle of the night the way her classmates all teased her about? There is something disconcerting about an eight-year old being more worried by the news than her parents.
At 9:21am, Lucie Urbach was nearing halfway through announcing a recap of the weekly News for the Sunday morning crowd — no new suspects in the Gas Mask Attacker Case — when suddenly she began hurling a string of profanity laced speech with a straight face. It was as though she did not acknowledge she was saying anything inappropriate live on air. Later after they cut the broadcast feed, Lucie regained her faculties and claimed adamantly she was speaking correctly. Roughly three dozen viewers would try and claim a similar thing happened to them but despite their support and the myriad of other occurrences that day, ultimately Lucie would be fired anyway.
It was at this time Diane awoke to find Zack was missing. She struggled to wake up Tobias who seemed to be in an impossibly deep sleep so she began a frantic search by herself, starting with their daughter’s nearby room. Cassie, bleary eyed, hadn’t seen Zack all night. She thought he was too old to be sleeping in the same bed as his parents anyway. Diane left her alone to continue the search.
10:35am, during the start of Mrs. Margo Radic’s Sunday School class, a frequent troublemaker by the name of Gerrit Anchors started screaming. She was not amused and barked at him to quiet down. He kept screaming. Mrs. Radic walked over to discipline the boy only for another child to start screaming with him, then another. Suddenly all twenty-two children were screaming at the top of their lungs and they would not stop until later that night. They all would make a full recovery.
While Diane was searching room by room for the missing child, shouting his name over and over, Cassie went downstairs to the kitchen to make herself a bowl of cereal. At around 10:30 she had made it down the steps and saw what her parents had so far missed. The elevator was open but the elevator was sight unseen. Along the far side of the concrete elevator shaft a metal door gaped wide. She had nightmares of this sight.
When it was 11:03am the ironically named Jude Lucky was driving his classic 1978 Dodge Charger down Danfield Street when he suddenly fainted and crashed into a light post. Six other drivers and one pedestrian on Danfield street would also faint after witnessing this although they would suffer minor injuries compared to Jude who would be paralysed by the incident.
It took until noon for Diane to find Cassie passed out in front of the now revealed hidden room. First carrying Cassie in her arms, she ran her back upstairs and put her in bed next to Tobias who was loudly snoring. Then she ran back downstairs hoping her other child was safe and unharmed in the secretive vault.
By 12:12am emergency services were being inundated by more calls than their systems could process. People were calling about sudden grave illnesses that disappeared just as suddenly. There were calls of a massive multi-person fistfight ongoing in the Walmart parking lot. On the southern edge of town, there were reports of a wildfire racing destruction toward town. Tracy Kent called in about witnessing a castle floating through the clouds. Donald Kowalchuk called about voices threatening murder in his building’s pipes. At the Oakville Retirement home, Nurse Carolyne Fernandez was calling to say the residents were fleeing the building as the robed visage of Grim Reaper himself was seen stalking the halls. Ian Levett called to report a group of boys had taken off their clothes and jumped into the frigid but not yet iced over Missouri river. The temperature was close to zero and one boy would succumb to hypothermia. This was the only death — directly — attributable to the panic.
Diane came to the newly opened room alone. She had come prepared, or so she thought. She had grabbed a flashlight before she arrived. Her first step stabbed a shot of pain up her leg and she yelped with pain. Shining the flashlight down and around, the floor was littered with broken bottles of wine.
None of them were fresh. Whoever had broken them had done so a long time ago.
Fresh footprints dotted the dust though. Diane carefully used her uninjured foot to sweep the shards from her path, a risky approach but she was unwilling to turn back now for her shoes. The delicate and pretty sound of glass rattled in her ears. As she pressed deeper into this massive wine cellar, the racks upon racks lining the walls were bare of any intact bottle. There were desks too, they were covered with notes, books, and discarded plans for a starting vineyard further west. Apparently the Ross mansion was to be little more than a conveyance point for a wine production operation in Washington, although Nathaniel Ross never made it that far.
At the back of the cellar, Diane found Zack standing and staring into the darkness. Unlike her, he had put on his velcro shoes. He turned once to his mother’s flashlight before pointing. “Grandma-ma!”
There, crumpled in the corner, was a withered corpse. A snake tattoo curled its way up the mummified arm.
The Desmond family reported these events to the 9-11 dispatch on Sunday, but it took until the next day for authorities to finally follow up on this incident. The family made off quite well from the sale of the house. Of course they did not make as much money as they would have if they sold to Silas while the uncle still believed the house contained a fortune. Much to Cassie’s delight they were back in their old Boston home in time for Christmas, just like Diane promised.
The final reported event of the Cascade Falls Panic was at 9:49pm and involved a man by the name Roy Eddings kicking down the door into Lorry’s Bar. He then proceeded to jump up on the counter where he began singing and dancing as though on a stage. People tried to get him down, but Roy was convinced he was Elvis Presley. According to the few patrons patronizing a bar on a Sunday, his impression was not very good. His impression also miraculously disappeared when the flashing lights of a police cruiser showed up at the scene.
All the other events of November 30th 2003 remain largely unexplained. As is widely known in circles which study these events, neither the Willow Tree arsonist nor the Gas Mask Attacker were ever caught.
What is less well known is the contents of the piece of paper found clutched in the dead woman’s hand in the Mansion atop the hill. There were two circles drawn on the paper and a brief note in Nathaniel Ross’ handwriting. It read simply:
I see how this ends
— H
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2019.09.09 07:16 CrimsonClubs Everything you Need to Know About Mass Hysteria, an Essay on Fine Terroir

I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.
-Charles Baudelaire
Much has been written about the unexplained and macabre events occurring in the small town of Cascade Falls Montana during the fall of 2003. Many news retrospectives begin by luridly describing the first sighting of the mysterious Gas Mask Attacker on October 14th. In contrast, most serious academic scholarship on the matter prefers to cite the September 22nd arson of the Willow Tree Daycare center as inciting the subsequent mass hysteria event. In the rare times popular culture addresses the event, it shines a lens on the spate of concurrent incidents all occurring on Sunday November 30th, The Cascade Falls Panic, otherwise known as the Panic Sabbath.
In contrast, this essay will examine the history leading to one specific event from that final day of November 2003, the frequently overlooked Ross Mansion Murder.
First, let us introduce the Ross Mansion itself. Constructed in 1954, the Ross Mansion was never the antique suggested by its Victorian inspired exterior. A facade of classical mansard rooves and austere white columns betrayed by the mid-century influences of broad windows and cleanly sheered outer walls. Perhaps this was the preamble to the eclectic and gaudy mish-mash characterizing the McMansion architecture of the early aughts.
At any rate, the size of this architectural hybrid was massive, comfortably accommodating whatever interior the construction demanded. Despite the ample space, the inside was curiously and haphazardly laid out as if cramped or crowded with many eccentric design choices.
This would become readily apparent to even an untrained eye immediately upon entering. Most obvious would be how few rooms were neatly squared as the floorplan seemingly rotated each room on a random axial orientation, so instead the walls of nearly every room jutted inward as the corners of the misaligned adjoining rooms protruded at harsh uneven angles. Debra Miles, a family friend and early visitor to the Mansion would have this to say about the effect: “My tour left me feeling off balance. Not only did the lopsided shaping [of the rooms] remind me of portraits hung askew, or especially crooked hourglasses, but the admittedly large spaces nonetheless felt claustrophobic and perhaps somewhat hostile to even the brightest lighting, including from the sunniest window, a merciful feature which most, but not every, room had. Illumination never seemed to fully banish the shadows clinging in extraordinarily odd and sometimes narrow corners.”
This confusing design made the Ross Mansion possess another confounding quality. The lack of a cleanly predictable layout to the rooms themselves frustrated attempts at connecting them with common corridors and passageways. Should one wish to traverse the house, one would often then require a dizzying detour through several other rooms before one could reach their intended destination. Such was the case if a guest was forced to leave their meal in the dining hall for a hasty retreat to the one and only bathroom located on the first floor, a journey that would take them through a parlour, the library, the foyer, and lastly a gallery before finally reaching the bathroom.
But perhaps the Ross Mansion’s most notable quirk was its elevator. Despite only servicing the three above ground floors of the mansion, the house was built featuring a large elevator, much in line with what one would expect from your standard hotel. It was large and heavy and could most assuredly fit a king bed and ferry it to the top floor.
All in all a strange choice for a home.
Which brings us to the first owner and principal builder of the Montana mansion: Nathaniel H. Ross.
On the date of December 2nd, 1941, thirteen years before a completed Ross Mansion would first overlook the small town of Cascade Falls Montana, a cadre of like-minded businessmen and far-sighted entrepreneurs were gathering in Detroit to discuss a relatively new and yet to be proven product that would come to define the next chapter in humanity’s industrialization. Not the automobile, nor even the computer, this was the fifth meeting of The Society of the Plastics Industry (SPI).
Halfway through the keynote speech by the group’s leader, Fred Conley, a round fist slammed down on a table near the back of the room. All those gathered turned to look. There sat a man with a striking resemblance to President Roosevelt. Both Roosevelts, the former and the then current president. The man’s broad imposing frame loomed large and his statesman facial features commanded stern attention. With all attention on him the man was noted to have remarked, “Stop telling us what we already know and address the damn swastika in the room.”
This man was Nathaniel H. Ross.
Of course he was referring not to a literal swastika emblazoned in the chamber but to the war raging in Europe. The questions of how to contribute to ending — or profit from — the flames of conflict had crossed the minds of many of the men in the room. Nathaniel Ross was just the sort of man to force everybody into saying this fact out loud. Little did any of these budding industrialists know Japan’s carrier fleet had already departed Hittokapu Bay and which was presently en route for their shocking surprise attack on Pearl Harbour. America would fall headlong into the war in five short days and in under five years it would be won.
The next decade would be very kind to Nathaniel Ross and Ross Chemicals LTD. He would win many military contracts selling specialized plastic components, mostly insulators for fragile electrical components, but also a not-so-insignificant amount of the synthetic rubber produced for vehicle tires. The post-war period would be even more lucrative, as Ross Chemicals benefited greatly from both the booming domestic market and the rebuilding of Europe under the Marshall Plan. This latter development would prove perhaps the more relevant of the two, as Nathaniel Ross spent much of the late 40s touring Europe — and developing a soon to be notorious taste for Europe’s fine wines. His oenophilic habit will set off a causal chain locked around a date over a half-century later.
With this in mind, let us briefly fast forward to September 7th 2003. It was a gorgeous day in Cascade Falls Montana. Clear skies let the temperature nearly break a warm ninety degrees but the calm wind blowing in off the mountains was enough to take the edge off the heat. The summer had arrived late that year but as the current Mayor Gary Randall once admitted, “No one is in a hurry to get here, but when they arrive they tend to settle down.”
That summer was settled, also consistent, quiet, predictable. Beautiful weather befits a beautiful city. The city had two other notable characteristics this year: it had risen to the third highest rate of military enlistment in the country and fell to only the second most churches per capita.
September 7th would be the final day of summer for this city, as autumn winds would bring a chilling fall the following day, but for this day at least Cascade Falls had no concern. The front page news of the local Tribune detailed conservation efforts of the buffalo, a smattering of local politics, and only a brief mention of the ongoing troubles in the middle east at the bottom of the page. What wasn’t mentioned was the arrival of the of the Desmond family to the unoccupied Ross Mansion. The young family of four had flown in to Cascade Falls from Boston after a brief layover in Minneapolis. The youngest of these was Nathaniel Ross’ Great-Grandson, his twenty-first descendant.
Back across the Atlantic a half century earlier, Nathaniel Ross was finding as much success romantically as he would financially during his time of fortunes.
This fortune would favor Gertrude Cassandra Jones, an erstwhile American debutante and present wandering dilettante of relative renown. In contrast to her gentle features and soft eyes, this 31 year old was known for her sharp wit and blunt manner, and much like a certain enterprising businessman she always got straight to the point. While she dabbled successfully in art trading and prudent investments, “[I]n people, not company stock” as she would say, her most famous achievements were courting scandal. First by quickly marrying Lionel Heatherington, a minor British Duke, and second by keeping her own name, third and lastly by hastily divorcing him that same year.
Although many of the details of their courtship are unknown, Gertrude and Nathaniel were likewise married within a year of their first meeting, this very much despite the fact that this first meeting at a Paris art show — exhibiting older pieces first debuted in New York — ended only when the two were physically separated from their intense shouting match. It was a bitter sort of argument, in which Nathaniel’s personal assistant Francis Vandermeer noted, “[W]as in totality a fundamental clash of the world each viewed, complete with references to classic and modern philosophic ideas, appeals to both ancient theology and the latest scientific breakthroughs, a digressing political disagreement over the psychology of Fascism and whether it finds its twin in Communism, the function of a person in society, the moral hazard of even debating ‘function’ as it relates to a people, and yet somehow the two saved their most bilious insults and invectives for a final disagreement on if the contemporary abstract pieces on display were betraying the bold expressionism of the likes of Picasso and Matisse or if the betrayal was ongoing betrayal of the earlier impressionists like Monet and Degas. The lady was of the mind the trends would continue until art was in its entirety consisting of sharpened points of view where everybody had filled their own personal canvas such that every edge of culture spoke to nobody because everybody was speaking at once. ‘A jagged society no less flat like a bed of nails or your moronic brain’ I believe were her words. I remember Nate quipped rather sarcastic: ‘Better to have vile harridans like you screeching into everyone’s ear so we cannot hear ourselves think.’”
Francis also added, “I considered the paintings to be quite lovely and evocative.”
However, so bitter was this shared animosity they wrote letters to each other frequently over the coming weeks and months to continue it. When they next met at a party held in Vienna, passions were no less heated, but now it was clear they were less opposed to each other’s company. This back and forth continued until the next year when the two quietly announced their marriage and unlike her marriage with the Duke, this time she would become Gertrude Ross.
Their honeymoon entailed a return to America where the couple landed into New York high society with all the spectacle and grace of a wayward meteorite.
They invited themselves to all the major parties and flashed into all the nightlife. Drinking, gambling, and dancing the night away. Of these gambling was their most intriguing vice. Nathaniel Ross wasn’t a notorious gambler at any time prior, but Gertrude had brought out in him a feverish desire to prove he knew how to read the hands of fate. The successful writer and later failed filmmaker Erwin Lauriat recorded in his autobiography how, “At a soiree on the east-end, the industrialist Nathaniel Ross wagered I would never be able to adapt my novel A Half Remembered Flower onto the screen[…] when the movie didn’t make it’s budget, Nathaniel Ross called for the wagered sum: the film’s profits. I always believed it odd how he made a wager where he would either lose or win and make nothing[…] If it were not for that bet, I would never have attempted the adaptation.”
Of course, not everyone was quite as impressed with the new Ross couple.
During an average uneventful April evening at the Stork Club in Manhattan, the recent bride Gertrude Ross remarked: “Nathaniel always is in one of his terrible moods. We have barely been back in the Americas for a month and already he is weary with how ‘stale’ it is, as he terms it. He’s bored with everyone and everything here. Knock the ugliness down and build again he says.”
This comment was partially overheard by the Club’s owner, Sherman Billingsley, who famously took great offence and barred the wealthy couple from his club from then on. Nathaniel Ross reportedly grabbed the two remaining bottles of Kloster Auslese from the bar before being kicked out.
Exile suited Nathaniel Ross just fine as he was already planning his great move out west to a sleepy town in Montana. Why this new locale was considered an improvement for his boredom, even Gertrude was perplexed although her insight proffered to Debra Miles is the best we have. “Tabula Rasa! That’s what he calls it. He wants his own blank canvas here in this rural backwater. If he was wishing to escape the stultifying overgrowth of the city, he succeeded, but he will have a hard time filling this slate and soil with anything but his own ego. That is when he is not filling his face with wine.”
September 22nd in Cascade Falls had some of the remaining embers of warmth but the autumn winds had by now picked up into an unpleasant bluster. The Desmond family had now been in Cascade Falls for two weeks living in what was technically young Zack’s mansion, although the legal minutiae gave control of the property to the two parents, Diane and Tobias. Diane did not appreciate the inheritance. She did not like being here in this hideous mansion her father warned her so much about. Her father was James Ross, the eldest of Nathaniel and Gertrude's children and he had left Montana and America when he was of legal age. Neither he nor Diane attended the funeral of either Gertrude in 1984 or Nathaniel in ‘92.
As such, Diane was aware of the strange conditions of Nathaniel’s will, which stated the Ross Mansion, the plot of land it sat upon, and — most importantly — all the contents of the Mansion would be given to Ross’ 22nd descendant, along both matrilineal and patrilineal lines. Diane and her husband Tobias were wholly ignorant Zack was this descendant until another family member, the young son of Nathaniel Silas Ross, attempted to claim his newborn child, the seventh child over three marriages in two decades, as the heir to this estate.
Per the will’s stipulations, an independent investigator tracked down every member both living or dead of the scattered members of the Ross lineage to compose an accurate family tree.
Sure enough, Zack Desmond who had been born two years earlier was the real 22nd descendant, much to the inchoate wrath of Silas Ross.
Upon being informed of the news, Diane simply wanted to sell the Ross Mansion and be done with the whole affair. Silas had indicated he’d be more than willing to pay a fair value for both the mansion and land. The husband Tobias on the other hand was sceptical as to the stated justification that Silas was sentimentally attached to the house.
When he looked into the exact details of the estate outlined in the will, Tobias discovered Nathaniel Ross was purported to own one of the most expensive private wine collections in the world, over twenty thousand bottles of highly valued vintages; Maderias, Amontillados, and Pedro Ximenéz Sherries; Cabernet Sauvignon, Cabernet Franc, and Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon Blanc; from Mosel and Rheingau, from Chianti to Chablis; the racks of Dom Pérignon Champagne were worth pennies compared to his treasured bottles of Domaine de la Romanée-Conti. All in all, the insurance estimated the worth of Nathaniel’s collection to be nearly ten times the value of the house and land.
Diane and Tobias bickered over whether to take the small fortune offered by Silas or attempt to take the grand fortune that surely awaited collecting dust inside the Ross Mansion. The eight year old Cassie Desmond likely watched on in child-like bewilderment listening to the two adults shout over the difference between millions or even more millions.
Eventually they agreed on more millions.
The family moved into the Ross Mansion and began their search for the treasure. Quickly though it became apparent that they were not going to find it easily. The layout of the mansion was already disorienting enough, but now many of the doors had been boarded shut and sealed tight for inexplicable reasons. An initial inspection of the house suggested at most only a third of the rooms were readily accessible. Finding the Ross family fortune would require work. Initially, this work was done by Tobias alone with hammers and a crowbar, but he was no handy man and the work was slow, often taking him more than a day to pry open a single door. This was not only the fault of Tobias lack of carpentry skills though, the doors were so heavily barricaded he concluded it would be likely less effort to begin tearing down walls.
After two weeks with little progress, Tobias was calling around to the local contractors to get quotes to do exactly this, he knew he would not be able to safely take out interior walls without the risk of bringing down the entire mansion on the heads of him and his family, even if he was confident he knew the exact room which stored the wine, minimizing the constructive destruction.
He was on the phone while Diane was trying to coax Cassie to attend Zack’s birthday. He turned three that day but Cassie was not in a celebratory move. She already resented being dragged from her home to come here, away from all her friends, all because Zack had to be born. Was it not enough that her younger brother hogged her parents attention? She was now stuck in this creepy house and having to attend a new school where she did not know anybody. When Cassie demanded they leave and go back home, their real home, Diane promised her the family would be back in Boston by Christmas. That was not good enough.
In the end, Zack blew out his birthday candles with only his mom in attendance.
On the other side of Cascade Falls, on the North West side of the Missouri river, matches were being struck over a garbage can with a gallon of gasoline on the bottom covered by heaps of scrap wood slick with a home concocted oil mixture. The windy day was making it difficult for the makeshift fuse to stay alight so more and more matches had to be struck. Authorities found one empty matchbook in the alleyway off of Riverview Blvd, along with a plastic 7-11 bag containing five other matchbooks. Either the arsonist lit the garbage firebomb with the twentieth match in the matchbook, or sometime during the second matchbook they realized they could light the entire matchbook and throw that inside instead.
Either way, once the fire was lit well enough, the arsonist shoved the can deeper into the nook on the backside of the Willow Tree Daycare center. Presumably, the arsonist waited at a nearby vantage until the gasoline erupted into a fireball which consumed the entire corner of the building in flames. Now the wind worked in favor of the arsonist’s designs as it fed the fire crawling around the side wall and racing across the roof.
After the fire, many questioned why it took so long for anyone in the neighborhood to call the fire department upon seeing the massive plume of smoke. Others were incensed to learn the builders of the daycare center not only used low grade materials but installed only the one stairwell on the side of the building. Many placed the bulk of the blame on Regina Pots for running a daycare on the second floor of a building, and worse, the noseblind old woman refused to believe five-year old Jasmine Carver when she said she, “Can’t get no sleep or nap cuz the smoky smell.”
Of course, Regina Pots saw the black cloud billowing up from the stairwell less than a minute later and quickly rushed all the children to the southern wall of the building. This was not the farthest corner of the building from the fire. She broke a window and began lowering children one by one, starting with the oldest, as far as she could before dropping them to the ground from way up on the second story. She aimed for the narrow patch of yellowing grass on this face of the building and only this face of the building. This clever thinking on Regina’s part likely downgraded what would have been broken bones to some minor scrapes and sprains. It did come at a cost however, as a few of the later younger children suffered from some moderate smoke inhalation, but by then bystanders had arrived to the scene and were helping to safely catch the younger smaller children.
In the end, only Regina had the few minor first degree burns caused by the inferno.
The same year Nathaniel Ross’ mansion was complete, Gertrude gave birth to their first son James. The adjustment was hard as both Nathaniel and Gerturde were accustom to the faster pace of city life. In a rare memo Nathaniel sent to Francis, “See to it the company is run with strict discipline in my absence. I will be unable to manage both my projects here and the business this quarter. With nothing to distract us both Gertrude and I have been at each others throats. Our demeanour has been quite ghastly. At least she has the baby to occupy her in her solitary moments whereas I have only my own thoughts for companionship.”
On the morning before the Gas Mask Attacker’s sunset assault, Natayla Desmond was entertaining Zack with games in yard. They needed to escape the house because the dust and fumes from the workers inside were bothering young Zack. Diane reasoned some fresh air would do him wonders. Likely, the open air and sunlight was more for Diane’s benefit rather than Zack’s. Any time she could remove herself from the cavernous claustrophobic rooms the better. It did not help matters that Tobias’ earlier confidant theories as to the location of the wine were quickly proven false.
While Diane was feeling a little stir-crazy, Tobias was the one who was really letting his nerves affect him. By the 14th of October all the ground floor rooms had been excavated and the only objects found thus far were junk, a veritable dragon’s hoard of old discarded furniture and cheap brass antiques. Even before then, after the first week of work the head of the demo-company, Mark Meechan, who Tobias had hired because they could safely open up walls for a fraction of the cost than the other contractors, Mark had written the following additional note in the work order for his crew, “The husband is a squirrel. Have a question about the building, talk to the wife if you can. She is less high-strung. Bring all serious problems to me first.”
As much as Diane begged Tobias to get out of the house sometimes and let the workers work, go on a walk with her and the kids around town, Tobias refused. He wanted to supervise all the work in case they found the wine room. He did not want to risk the contractors stealing a single bottle, as a single bottle could be worth close to half a million dollars. Not only that, but the other day Silas had driven by to say ‘Hello’ and Tobias did not trust that Diane’s long lost uncle was not still lurking around the grounds with plans to break in and steal the treasure when nobody was home.
Cassie was still in school, but Friday meant she would be need to be picked up at noon. That day she had an art class. The picture she drew that day was of the Ross Mansion elevator. Inside the double doors were two aggressively drawn eyes, like piercing globes, were drawn from the layered circles of black which were scratched deep into the rest of the elevator. Her teacher, Cole Hawkins was troubled enough by the unsettling drawing he made note that day to discuss with the parents, “Next P.T. Screen habits? Disturbing movies/TV suspected.”
Diane drove into town with Zack in the backseat booster seat and picked up the steadily more unhappy Cassie who dreaded coming back to the dreary mansion on the hill outside of town. In a bid to cheer her up, Diane took a detour, passing by Gibson park on the way for ice cream. The cloud of sawdust and regular dust would still be waiting there when they returned.
In a few short hours the high-school couple of Michelle Gray and Kyle Smith would go for a walk through Gibson park. It was a brisk day, with temperatures never breaking fifty, but at least the mountain winds had decided to calm down enough to make a chilly day pleasant.
The park was sparsely populated by trees, better to give an unobstructed view of both river and fountains. Nonetheless, somebody had hidden themselves behind one of the larger and older trunked trees.
A moment after the couple walked by, an arm wrapped around Michelle and Kyle each, a wet cloth muffled over both their mouths. Both young adults struggled, but whomever it was had been strong enough to hold them one arm apiece until the orange sunset painted over the Rockies on the horizon faded to black.
Spencer Kelly was walking his jack-terrier at the usual time of 7:00pm when he saw a tall figure hunched over and dragging a woman out of Gibson park. The dog began loudly growling and yipping, as loud as the little terrier could yip anyway, before the old man shouted at the mysterious figure, who turned to look at him. The figure appeared to be wearing a mask on their face and it took Spencer a second to realize that it was a brown leather gas mask with two glass eyes reflecting the orange sodium glow of the nearest lamppost.
Upon being spotted the tall figure darted back into the park.
Spencer and his dog shuffled over to the woman. The old man had a bad knee and could in no way give pursuit to the masked attacker. After he confirmed the woman was still breathing, he stayed with her yelling for help. When a car drove by Spencer blocked the road and demanded the driver, Henry Paulson, go get help.
Henry claimed not to have seen the unconscious woman Spencer was talking about so after he drove off he did not in fact seek aid. This action, along with his prodigious height, would earn him a spot as the first suspect in the attack itself.
Fifteen minutes later when Jennifer Piantelli came jogging by, she saw the unconscious Michelle Gray and the by now very much distressed Spencer and terrier watching the park, and immediately used her cellphone to call for help.
When police and EMTs arrived, Michelle was still unconscious and the manhunt for the attacker was very much late to begin. The first patrolmen on the scene would find Kyle Smith unconscious near to where the couple would allege they were attacked but no sign of the attacker, or their gas mask, or the rags he used to knock them out would be found. Both Michelle and Kyle would awaken in the next hour and give a similar story.
Kyle of course would become the second suspect when Henry Paulson’s alibi that he was driving home from a late shift at work would check out. The reasoning was, Kyle was actually going to harm his girlfriend since a real third attacker could not have overpowered them both so easily — especially if that same attacker ran from a frail old man — logically then the boyfriend did it. He was found only close to the spot where the original attack occurred so the theory was he disposed of the gas mask in the river and dosed himself with the same drug he used on Michelle where he mistakenly believed he did the deed.
As Michelle continued to insist Kyle was attacked simultaneously however, and more importantly no material evidence arose to implicate Kyle other than wild speculation, that’s when the theories grew out of control. Everybody was talking about it. The Gas Mask Attacker was a local transient by the name of Dennis Glick who liked to camp in the park. The couple themselves faked the attack and unconsciousness because chloroform cannot knock a person out that quickly. The Gas Mask Attacker had to be a doctor at the hospital because only a doctor could get a hold of Disulferane or another other stage II or III anaesthetic. “Beelzebub himself struck our city! First with flame and now with poison!” Proclaimed pastor Wesley Munroe of the nearby River Rock Community Church.
Police still had not found the arsonist responsible for the fire at Willow Tree, this second unexplained attack set the community ablaze. When police requested information from the community, over the coming weeks they received more than one hundred reports of sightings of a shadowy figure wearing a gas mask. Arguably the most vivid was, “Last night I awoke to a pounding headache and a god-awful smell only to see him staring in at me from my bedroom window.” Reported Charles Insley. No footprints were found in the mud outside his window.
Others reported strange occurrences to the attack. “When I came home, I found a rag on my stoop,” said Erica Li, “when I picked it up and sniffed it, I lost feeling in my legs and collapsed unable to walk for the next few hours.” The rag tested negative for everything they tested it for.
When three sightings of a figure wearing a gas were reported — and confirmed — each incident on a separate end of town, the police chief Dean Bogan was forced to make a statement: “We ask members of the community to please stop wearing gas masks as a prank. It is not safe. You risk serious harm by retaliation.”
The sightings continued into November.
Once the eldest child, James Ross, turned twelve, he already had his four younger siblings, two sisters and two brothers, the youngest being Silas. Each child grew to be fiercely independent on account of having to compete with for the vicarious and fickle attentions of their parents, each raised more by their various tutors than their biological parents.
Arguably the most revealing if mystifying account of this time comes from, Sophie Dumont, the tutor for the eldest daughter Sarah, who recalled, “The children were in many ways an after thought. They only saw their parents at dinner which every child was strictly required to attend. Their father seemed eternally harried by whatever it was he laboured on in the deeper bowels of the house. What the mother did with her time I can scarcely say. Although I believed it shocking for a woman of such bearing to possess a snake pattern tattoo running up her arm.”
No other individual has been found to attest to Gertrude possessing a snake tattoo along her arm and intriguingly her death certificate makes no mention of such a mark despite describing the rest of her body’s condition in detail.
Starting with James, one by one the the children were eventually sent to private schools out of state, each a different school and different state. The third brother Xavier was even sent to a federally different state as he went to boarding school in Britain. Some might call this behaviour eccentric or erratic, however the few friends remaining in the Ross’ social circle did not find these actions alarming. What Debra Miles was bothered by was in fact, “I am so glad Gertie chose to send the children away. It cannot be healthy for them to live in the same house as that man’s awful drinking habits. All he seems to do these days is buy wine and drink wine. Last I was there, he monologued for hours on what makes a wine have a ‘Fine Terroir,’ from the weather, to the soil, the shape of the landscape, the traditions of the winemakers, and on and on and on. I thought for sure he was about to explain the importance of rabbits feet and other superstitions too and at least then I would know the man was truly mad, seeing meaning in things that were not there.”
While records are thin, upon turning eighteen, James Ross did not return home, and instead he ran off and eloped with a girl he met at the nearby girl’s school. He never looked back. The same could be said of the other children with the exception of Silas, who did stay in regular contact with his parents, and Claire who died in an unspecified accident while away from home. Her tombstone in the family plot beside her parents grave sites reads cryptically, “She was a beacon of joy to others who found themselves lost.”
By November 29th, on the eve of the Cascade Falls Panic, which included the Ross Mansion Murder, Tobias Desmond was feeling lost. All the rooms had been opened and not one contained the trove of Nathanial H. Ross’ vaunted wine collection or even a single empty bottle among the trash. He was paranoid Uncle Silas had stolen the treasure already, but by now he was coming by every second day. Was Silas mocking them and their pursuit? But then why was he still offering to buy the property?
Diane Desmond was faring little better although for different reasons. This entire pursuit had drained her relationship with her husband both emotionally and physically. The two of them had barely spoken in months let alone had any intimacy. As she stroked Zack’s back, she feared Tobias was in the middle of a mental breakdown. Would their marriage survive this?
Alone in her bedroom, Cassie Desmond was having nightmares. This creepy house troubled her greatly and she never seemed able to sleep well if at all. To make matters worse, it seemed like both her parents were too focused on their issues to allay Cassie’s concern about the Gas Mask Attacker. Would she be kidnapped in the middle of the night like her classmates all teased her about? There is something disconcerting about an eight-year old being more worried by the news than her parents.
At 9:21am, Lucie Urbach was nearing halfway through announcing a recap of the weekly News for the Sunday morning crowd — no new suspects in the Gas Mask Attacker Case — when suddenly she began hurling a string of profanity laced speech with a straight face. It was as though she did not acknowledge she was saying anything inappropriate live on air. Later after they cut the broadcast feed, Lucie regained her faculties and claimed adamantly she was speaking correctly. Roughly three dozen viewers would try and claim a similar thing happened to them but despite their support and the myriad of other occurrences that day, ultimately Lucie would be fired anyway.
It was at this time Diane awoke to find Zack was missing. She struggled to wake up Tobias who seemed to be in an impossibly deep sleep so she began a frantic search by herself, starting with their daughter’s nearby room. Cassie, bleary eyed, hadn’t seen Zack all night. She thought he was too old to be sleeping in the same bed as his parents anyway. Diane left her alone to continue the search.
10:35am, during the start of Mrs. Margo Radic’s Sunday School class, a frequent troublemaker by the name of Gerrit Anchors started screaming. She was not amused and barked at him to quiet down. He kept screaming. Mrs. Radic walked over to discipline the boy only for another child to start screaming with him, then another. Suddenly all twenty-two children were screaming at the top of their lungs and they would not stop until later that night. They all would make a full recovery.
While Diane was searching room by room for the missing child, shouting his name over and over, Cassie went downstairs to the kitchen to make herself a bowl of cereal. At around 10:30 she had made it down the steps and saw what her parents had so far missed. The elevator was open but the elevator was sight unseen. Along the far side of the concrete elevator shaft a metal door gaped wide. She had nightmares of this sight.
When it was 11:03am the ironically named Jude Lucky was driving his classic 1978 Dodge Charger down Danfield Street when he suddenly fainted and crashed into a light post. Six other drivers and one pedestrian on Danfield street would also faint after witnessing this although they would suffer minor injuries compared to Jude who would be paralysed by the incident.
It took until noon for Diane to find Cassie passed out in front of the now revealed hidden room. She was torn between helping the one child in front of her, continuing her desperate search for her other child in the newly discovered room. Carrying Cassie in her arms, she ran her back upstairs and put her in bed next to Tobias who was loudly snoring. Then she ran back downstairs hoping her other child was safe and unharmed.
By 12:12am emergency services were being inundated by more calls than their systems could process. People were calling about sudden illnesses they disappeared just as suddenly. There were calls of a massive fistfight ongoing in the Walmart parking lot. On the southern edge of town, there were reports of a wildfire racing toward town. Tracy Kent called in about witnessing a castle floating through the clouds. Donald Kowalchuk called about about voices in his building’s pipes. At the Oakville Retirement home, Nurse Carolyne Fernandez was calling to say the residents were fleeing the building as the Grim Reaper himself was seen stalking the halls. Ian Levett called to report a group of boys had taken off their clothes and jumped into the frigid but not yet iced over Missouri river. The temperature was close to zero and one boy would succumb to hypothermia. This was the only death directly attributable to the panic.
Diane came to the newly opened room alone. She had her wits about her though. She had grabbed a flashlight before she arrived. Her first step stabbed a shot of pain up her leg and she yelped with pain. Shining the flashlight down and around, the floor was littered with broken bottles of wine.
None of them were fresh. Whoever had broken them had done so a long time ago.
Fresh footprints dotted the dust though. Diane carefully used her uninjured foot to sweep the shards from her path, a risky approach but she was unwilling to turn back now for her shoes. A pretty sound of glass rattled in echoes filling her ears. As she pressed deeper into this massive wine cellar, the racks upon racks lining the walls were bare of any intact bottle. There were desks too, they were covered with notes, books, and discarded plans for a starting vineyard further west. Apparently the Ross mansion was to be little more than a conveyance point for a wine production operation in Washington, although Nathaniel Ross never made it that far.
At the back of the cellar, Diane found Zack standing and staring into the darkness. Unlike her, he had put on his velcro shoes. He turned once to his mother’s flashlight before pointing. “Grandma-ma!”
There, crumpled in the corner, was a withered corpse. A snake tattoo curled its way up the mummified arm.
The Desmond family reported these events to the 9-11 dispatch on Sunday, but it took until the next day for authorities to finally follow up on this incident. The family made off quite well from the sale of the house. Of course they did not make as much money as they would have if they sold to Silas while the uncle still believed the house contained a fortune. Much to Cassie’s delight they were back in their old Boston home in time for Christmas, just like Diane promised.
The final reported event of the Cascade Falls Panic was at 7:49pm and involved a man by the name Roy Eddings kicking down the door into Lorry’s Bar. He then proceeded to jump up on the counter where he began singing and dancing as though on a stage. People tried to get him down, but Roy was convinced he was Elvis Presley. According to the few patrons patronizing a bar on a Sunday, his impression was not very good. His impression also miraculous disappeared when the flashing lights of a police cruiser showed up at the scene.
All the other events of November 30th 2003 remain largely unexplained. As is widely known in circles which study these events, neither the Willow Tree arsonist nor the Gas Mask Attacker were ever caught.
What is less well known is the contents of the piece of paper found clutched in the dead woman’s hand. There were two circles drawn on the paper and a brief note in Nathaniel Ross’ handwriting. It read simply:
I see how this ends
— H.
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2019.08.29 00:54 CampfireLegends I Found a Journal Deep in the Woods of Superior National Forest

I’ve been what some may call a “wilderness expert” for almost two decades now. I plan my trips to various forests very carefully to ensure I make it out alive. I bring all the supplies necessary to survive for a couple of weeks in case I get lost, and I also bring a satellite phone, GPS, and a weapon as a last resort. Sometimes getting lost in the woods is part of the fun. As long as you know what you’re doing, that is.
The story I’m sharing with you today is of a young man who didn’t take all the precautions I would recommend for a journey into an unknown forest. On my most recent expedition, to Superior National Forest in Minnesota, I came upon a journal hanging from a tree. There were only a few pages left in the journal, all the rest were torn out, to be used for kindling as the writer addresses in the journal. The contents of this journal are very strange, and I’ll touch on that later. But, without further ado…
“My name is Anthony Lawrence. I am a student of Bemidji State University. I don’t know what the exact date is, but I first came out here on August 3rd, 2017. I think it’s been about two weeks now. If you find this journal, you can stop looking for me.
I don’t have much paper left in this journal, so I’ll have to try and keep this short. About a week before coming out here, I got a message on Facebook from some guy saying he’s looking for healthy young adventurers who want to earn some money. He said he’d give me $1000 to spend 48-hours in the woods, using whatever resources I came across to stay alive. Apparently he was writing some kind of book about wilderness survival, and wanted to see what people did with their 48-hours to stay alive. He would provide each individual with a backpack containing limited supplies, and a GoPro camera to record the adventure. I used to be an Eagle Scout, so I figured, sure, two days in the woods is nothing. And with that kind of money, I could buy a new gaming chair for my dorm and have enough leftover for pizza for the whole next semester. I messaged him back and we set up a time to meet.
I was to bring nothing other than some sturdy clothes; he said he’d provide everything I would need to survive in the woods for the two days. When I met with him, he seemed like a nice enough guy. Clearly he was very wealthy, too, as he dropped me off at my spot in the forest with his personal helicopter. On the flight over, he explained that the backpack had a GPS tracking device in it so that he could find me wherever I was after the 48-hours, and he’d come pick me up. I thought it was safe to assume this guy knew what he was doing, considering all the prep-work he’d put into this, so I trusted him. He dropped me off, and flew away.
I spent the first few minutes sorting through what I had in the backpack. There was a simple pocket knife, which I stuffed into a front cargo pocket on my pants for quick access. I was given a small journal, which I also put in my cargo pants. The rest of the contents were a matchbook with two matches, a full water bottle, one of those silver thermal blankets, some rope, and various other supplies you’d expect to see in a survival kit that I doubted I’d be using. Oh, and of course the GoPro, which I’d strap to my chest. There was no map, compass, or any kind of navigation equipment. The idea I guess was that I was lost in the woods and had to survive. So I set off.
I spent most of the first day hiking in as straight a path as I could manage. Other than the clearing where we landed, it was nothing but thick wooded areas so far; my first goal was to find a source of water I could come back to when needed, but so far no luck. I was dropped off in the early afternoon, so at this point it was starting to get dark and the temperature was dropping. I decided I should start setting up camp. I gathered various small branches and brush from around the area, and found a small clearing where I could start a fire without setting the whole forest ablaze. I used the tiny pocket knife to cut off smaller branches from the surrounding trees, and got a decent-sized stockpile of wood for the night. I had to make use of some of the pages from this journal for kindling to get the fire started, and carefully lit one of the two matches I had to get it going. So far, so good. I took out the thermal blanket, and lay down to sleep next to the fire.
I awoke before the rise of the sun. The fire was just a mess of ash at this point, and I didn’t want to waste my other match so early getting another fire started, so I packed everything up and set off again. After several more hours of hiking, I finally heard something that was music to my ears--running water. A stream! At this point my water bottle was nearly empty, so I was ecstatic that I’d be able to finish it off and refill. Hah! Two days out here for $1000? Easiest money I’ve ever made.
I followed the sound of the water to a small stream that seemed to go on for quite a way. After filling my bottle, I decided I’d follow this stream in the direction it was flowing from, ideally to find a lake or something. I still had plenty of daylight left, so I kept going. I was getting pretty hungry at this point, so it’d be nice to find a lake with some fish in it, but even in the worse-case scenario, I could last two days without food no problem.
It was getting dark again, and the stream I was following was getting wider, but still no lake in sight. I should’ve just set up camp right then while I still had daylight, but I was determined to find this lake, and kept going. After a couple more hours, it was just too dark to continue. There was some moonlight shining through the leaves above, but not much. Not enough to keep following this stream. So I did the best I could to gather up some more wood for another fire in the dark of the night, and set up a makeshift campground again. I started the fire with pages from the journal for kindling again, and used my last match. I hunkered down and went to sleep, excited to find this lake the following morning and get some food before the guy picked me up to go back home.
Loud cracking woke me up in the middle of the night--branches breaking from all around me. I sprang to my feet, startled. I wasn’t sure what kind of wildlife was out here, but it could very-well be bears or wolves. Adrenaline began pumping through my body, and I tried to listen for where the sounds were coming from, but I could barely hear over my heartbeat. I had to do something, though. I couldn’t just stand here like an idiot waiting to be eaten. Whatever kind of animal this was, I felt like I’d be safe if I could climb one of these trees. As the cracking of branches grew closer and louder, I began to climb a big pine tree near me, with plenty of branches making it easy enough to climb. The fire was dying down very quickly, but I had enough residual light to start the climb. I got up one, two, three, four branches, probably about 6-feet from the ground, when the noises stopped. So I stopped too. I strained my ears to listen, but again, it was difficult to hear over my heartbeat.
I sat there for what seemed like an eternity, two of my hands gripping adjacent branches above, one of my feet supporting me, and the other foot hanging freely. Nothing but silence around me now. I thought maybe whatever it was had gone now, and that I was safe. I adjusted my grip on the tree, when the branch my foot was on broke off, and I lost my grip on the branches above. I fell backwards, and hit my head on the hard ground below, knocking me unconscious.
I don’t know how long I was out, but when I awoke, it was still dark. Even darker than before, it seemed. I wasn’t on the ground where I’d landed, though. I was on a flat surface, like a table. I tried to sit up and look around, but I couldn’t move. I realized then that my hands and feet were bound to this table. I panicked, flexing every muscle in my body trying to get free of this trap. I screamed, “What the fuck!” over and over again. As I struggled, I heard what sounded like voices all around me, but I could not discern what the voices were saying. I thought I was alone out here. I was literally out in the middle of nowhere, who the fuck is out here, who the fuck is strapping people down in the middle of the forest?
I continued to convulse my body, feeling the bindings that were holding me down loosen ever-so-slightly. That’s when shit got really scary, though. I don’t know if I was drugged or what, but really crazy stuff started to happen. I heard a loud thumping noise. I heard branches breaking--no, trees, entire trees being snapped in half from the sound of it. Something was getting closer to me. The voices around me got louder, sounding like some kind of chanting. I quickly realized that I was some kind of sacrifice. Maybe this was all in my head, I really don’t know; the absurdity of it all makes it difficult for me to believe that whatever was happening was real.
The thumping and cracking of the woods grew louder and louder, until I could make out some kind of silhouette against the backdrop of the woods in front of me, barely illuminated by the moonlight. It was huge. Whatever it was, it was impossibly huge. I was freaking out like I’d never freaked out before. I screamed, as I continued trying to get free of the bindings holding me down. As I watched the forest being torn down in front of me. The chanting from the voices growing louder and louder.
The beast was probably a hundred yards away from me when I got one of my hands loose. My face was a mess of tears and snot from crying, which I hadn’t realized I’d been doing until now. I broke my hand free, and quickly wiped away at my face before getting to work on the other bindings. Once I had that one hand free, I was able to make quick work of the other bindings. I got my other hand free, and the creature let out a deafening roar. The chanting voices around me stopped. I hastened my pace, and shakily got to work on the bindings on my feet. After a mere couple of seconds, I was free of these as well. I sprang up from the table and began to run. I fell over almost immediately. I was incredibly dizzy. They had to have drugged me. I got back up, and continued running away from the beast. I could still hear the forest being torn down behind me, but I did not turn around to look. I just kept running, struggling to overcome the dizziness and keep upright. Whatever this thing was, it was either very slow, or just didn’t care enough to pursue me. After a few minutes of running, I could no longer hear the creature, the breaking of the trees, or the chanting voices. But I did not stop. I could not stop. Even if the creature didn’t continue in my pursuit, chances are the source of those voices would not let their sacrifice get away that easily.
Eventually, I saw the sun rising on the horizon, and I figured I’d been running for long enough. I stopped, leaned back against a tree, and slouched to the ground. I was so scared and in so much pain from the fall from the tree, the bindings on my hands and feet, the tumble to the ground when I got free, and all the thorns and shit I ran into during my escape. I put my head between my legs and sobbed uncontrollably.
Once I was done with my episode, I wiped off my face with my shirt and assessed my situation. I no longer had the backpack, or the GoPro. In my cargo pockets, I still had the small pocket knife (I wish I’d realized sooner that I still had this), and this journal. But that was all. I almost had a psychotic break when I realized that without that backpack, the guy who brought me here had no way of finding me. I had to get myself together and figure out what I was going to do.
The stream I was following the previous night was nowhere near. I had no idea where I was in relation to the stream, my starting point, or even the sacrificial area I’d just run from. I was lost to begin with, but now I was really lost.
They say that if you get lost in the woods, you should stay where you’re at so that you’re not continually running away from whatever search parties they may send to find you. But I couldn’t do that. Not with whatever that creature was out there, and the cultists or whoever they were that were helping it. I had to keep moving. And I had to come up with a plan on how I was going to get that backpack back. After a few minutes collecting myself, I stood up, and began to walk. I didn’t know where I was going, but I figured I had like a 50% chance of finding my starting point, the cultist area, or the stream I was following if I just kept walking. It was a few hours yet to the 48-hour mark, so he’d have to come looking for me soon. Maybe if I heard his helicopter, I could somehow signal him.
I walked for hours, and everything was still so unfamiliar. The sun was at its highest point, but still no sound of a helicopter. I don’t even know how far those people brought me from where I was at; I could be miles away from where I thought I was. I kept walking all day. Eventually it was getting dark again, and I was still lost. I had no supplies. All I had was my pocket knife and my journal.
Well, one thing I learned in my time in Boy Scouts was how to start a fire by rubbing a couple of sticks together. So I took out my pocket knife and got to work on gathering wood. I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. It was too risky. But I at least had to keep warm. After probably an hour of rubbing a couple of sticks together (I never really had the patience to get this to work before), I finally got a fire going. I had to use more pages from the journal to get the fire started, so at this point I figured I needed to conserve the pages. I didn’t know how long I was going to be out here.
As anticipated, I didn’t sleep at all. I just sat by the fire all night, trying to keep the flames small as to not draw any unwanted attention. Nothing ever came to bother me though. Morning came, and I’d been out here for almost three days now. I was overcome with hunger and thirst. If I was to be out here for a while, I absolutely had to find that stream again. I tried to remember which way I was walking those first two days based on the position of the sun. I think I figured it out and started walking the opposite direction, perpendicular to the way I had been walking the day before. I walked all day in that direction, and still nothing. So I set up camp and actually slept a little bit that night.
The next day, I finally found some water. I don’t know if it was the same stream I saw before, but it didn’t matter. At least I’d be able to survive a little bit longer. I brought my face down to the stream and gulped directly from it like an animal. I was amazed at how much I was able to drink, and how satisfying it was. I used some of the water to wash my face and feet, and set off to follow the stream to its source.
I followed this stream for several days. I didn’t want to stray too far from it, as it was the only thing really keeping me alive. Eventually, though, I came across a larger portion of the stream where I saw several frogs and tadpoles. I was fucking starving at this point. I didn’t care how disgusting it was; I was going to eat these frogs. So that’s what I did. I started a small fire using the same technique that I was starting to get pretty good at, and I cooked some frogs and ate them. People say it tastes like chicken and, well, they’re not wrong.
I continued this routine of following the stream for the next couple days, and it was getting wider. I was starting to think that I had found my way again, and my theory was confirmed when I saw the ashes of my fire from the second night. Luckily, I had daylight to work with this time. This is where I fell from the tree and they took me away somewhere. I’m not an expert tracker by any means, but there were definite signs of broken branches that I was able to follow, hopefully to where they brought me to. I followed this trail for a long, long time, and when I was starting to think I wasn’t going to find what I was looking for, I saw it. I saw an opening in the forest where that beast had come through, and I saw the table where they strapped me down. I kept my distance, assessing the area. I didn’t see any signs of human or animal life, but if they took my backpack, it had to be near here.
That brings me to now. I’m writing this all down just in case I fail, and I don’t get the backpack. I’m going to hang this journal from a nearby tree. If I don’t come back for it, that probably means that whatever is in these woods has killed me. And like I said, you can stop looking. Whatever that thing was, if it wasn’t in my imagination, I have no doubt that it could kill me without much trouble. If you’re reading this, I am definitely dead.”
And that’s all there was. There were no more blank pages to write on if he wanted to. He had used up the rest of these pages for kindling I guess. I searched around the area I found the journal to see if I could find any evidence of his encounters, but I don't see any cavities in the forest from a large creature, and I don't see any kind of table that he might've been bound to. There's no sign that any of this actually happened from what I can tell.
The date he wrote down was two years ago, so I did some research. As I mentioned earlier, there was something really strange about all this, and I’m not talking about the creature he described--it’s likely that the knock on his head had him confused, and his mind was filling in the blanks for something that didn’t really happen.
I looked him up on Google first, and found a missing persons’ report from August of 2017. So he definitely existed, and this wasn’t just some prank journal somebody left in the woods. Then I looked him up on Facebook. His last Facebook post just said, “Going camping for a couple days, won’t have phone service. Talk to you all soon!” So he didn’t really tell people what he was doing.
I got ahold of the boy’s family and gave them this journal, and tried to get more information from them. Obviously this was very hard for them to take in, but curiosity got the better of me, and I had to know more. I convinced them to sign into their son’s Facebook account, which they were able to get into as his password was saved on the home computer, and to look for the message he talked about in the journal. We found the message he described in his journal from the guy offering $1000. Only thing is, this guy was a ghost. He never existed. His name doesn’t turn up any results, and if it truly was a wilderness survival guide author, I would for sure have found something. But no, it all seemed to be some kind of scam.
Whoever this guy was, he actually convinced this kid to go to the woods by himself, promising to pick him up after two days, likely with no intention to actually follow through. How many kids did he do this to? Was there actually some kind of cult out there he was working with, bringing them sacrifices? Well, hopefully the police will be able to find something out. I doubt I’ll ever hear the results of their findings, but I just really hope they find this guy.
I’ll leave you with a little piece of advice: NEVER go out into the woods alone. Especially without any kind of communications or navigation equipment. And for the love of God, let someone know where you’re going.
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