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  1. Tools of Engagement by Tessa Bailey
  2. The Left-Handed Booksellers of London Author Garth Nix
  3. Lies & Lullabies by Sarina Bowen
  4. And Now She’s Gone by Rachel Howzell Hall
  5. Don't Look for Me by Wendy Walker
  6. Grown by Tiffany D. Jackson
  7. Anxious People by Fredrik Backman
  8. Troubled Blood (Cormoran Strike, #5) by Robert Galbraith
  9. Playing with Fire by L.J. Shen
  10. The Midnight Library by Matt Haig
  11. The Evening and the Morning by Ken Follett
  12. The Roommate by Rosie Danan
  13. Rage by Bob Woodward
  14. Watch Over Me by Nina LaCour
  15. Piranesi by Susanna Clarke
  16. To Tell You the Truth by Gilly Macmillan
  17. Think Like a Monk: Train Your Mind for Peace and Purpose Every Day by Jay Shetty
  18. His Only Wife by Peace Adzo Medie
  19. Melania and Me: The Rise and Fall of My Friendship with the First Lady by Stephanie Winston Wolkoff
  20. Who I Was with Her by Nita Tyndall
  21. Flirting with 40 by K. Bromberg
  22. The Exiles by Christina Baker Kline
  23. The Bone Shard Daughter (The Drowning Empire #1) Andrea Stewart
  24. To Sleep in a Sea of Stars by Christopher Paolini
  25. Blackout: How Black America Can Make Its Second Escape from the Democrat Plantation by Candace Owens
  26. From Blood and Ash (Blood and Ash #1) by Jennifer L. Armentrout
  27. The Autobiography of Malcolm X: As Told to Alex Haley by Malcolm X
  28. Conversations with RBG: Ruth Bader Ginsburg on Life, Love, Liberty, and Law by Jeffrey Rosen
  29. The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm by Hilarie Burton Morgan
  30. Meghan and Harry: The Real Story by Lady Colin Campbell
  31. The Last Story of Mina Lee by Nancy Jooyoun Kim
  32. A Sweet Mess (A Sweet Mess #1) Jayci Lee
  33. Temporary Wife Temptation (The Heirs of Hansol #1) by Jayci Lee
  34. Lobizona (Wolves of No World #1) by Romina Garber
  35. Midnight Sun (The Twilight Saga #5) by Stephenie Meyer
  36. The Sandman by Neil Gaiman
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  2. The Left-Handed Booksellers of London Author Garth Nix
  3. Lies & Lullabies by Sarina Bowen
  4. And Now She’s Gone by Rachel Howzell Hall
  5. Don't Look for Me by Wendy Walker
  6. Grown by Tiffany D. Jackson
  7. Anxious People by Fredrik Backman
  8. Troubled Blood (Cormoran Strike, #5) by Robert Galbraith
  9. Playing with Fire by L.J. Shen
  10. The Midnight Library by Matt Haig
  11. The Evening and the Morning by Ken Follett
  12. The Roommate by Rosie Danan
  13. Rage by Bob Woodward
  14. Watch Over Me by Nina LaCour
  15. Piranesi by Susanna Clarke
  16. To Tell You the Truth by Gilly Macmillan
  17. Think Like a Monk: Train Your Mind for Peace and Purpose Every Day by Jay Shetty
  18. His Only Wife by Peace Adzo Medie
  19. Melania and Me: The Rise and Fall of My Friendship with the First Lady by Stephanie Winston Wolkoff
  20. Who I Was with Her by Nita Tyndall
  21. Flirting with 40 by K. Bromberg
  22. The Exiles by Christina Baker Kline
  23. The Bone Shard Daughter (The Drowning Empire #1) Andrea Stewart
  24. To Sleep in a Sea of Stars by Christopher Paolini
  25. Blackout: How Black America Can Make Its Second Escape from the Democrat Plantation by Candace Owens
  26. From Blood and Ash (Blood and Ash #1) by Jennifer L. Armentrout
  27. The Autobiography of Malcolm X: As Told to Alex Haley by Malcolm X
  28. Conversations with RBG: Ruth Bader Ginsburg on Life, Love, Liberty, and Law by Jeffrey Rosen
  29. The Rural Diaries: Love, Livestock, and Big Life Lessons Down on Mischief Farm by Hilarie Burton Morgan
  30. Meghan and Harry: The Real Story by Lady Colin Campbell
  31. The Last Story of Mina Lee by Nancy Jooyoun Kim
  32. A Sweet Mess (A Sweet Mess #1) Jayci Lee
  33. Temporary Wife Temptation (The Heirs of Hansol #1) by Jayci Lee
  34. Lobizona (Wolves of No World #1) by Romina Garber
  35. Midnight Sun (The Twilight Saga #5) by Stephenie Meyer
  36. The Sandman by Neil Gaiman
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2020.09.20 19:00 Tomas-T If Mike never told Zoey about his MPD

It was the first day of school. Zoey's classmate, Rachel, the cheerleader squad leader, the queen B and the prom queen, came to her.
"Hello Zoey. what up?" she asked and her speacking tone sounds weird, like she want to tease her. But Zoey used to it
"fine. what about you?" she asked
"You know, I got new clothes for today, having audition for the cheerleaders, the usual thing. So, you have a boyfriend now. nice"
"Yes. Mike is really nice. He wants to be an actor and I find this charming" Zoey said
"I really love when he is Vito. Becuase Vito is so sexy" she said and it sounds she tease her "well I need to go. When you meet Vito tell him I said hello" and she left. Zoey was confused
later on in gym class, Peter, came to Zoey "Zoey, can I ask you something?"
"sure"
"We lost three tourment in a row and we need new member in the athletics team. Can you ask Mike if he can be Svetlana and join us? we need people like Svetlana. Svetlana is amazing. Olga really want to meet her" Peter said
"yes... I will ask him..." she said sarcasicly
"sure. We all want to see Svetlana in action. goodbye Zoey. don't let Svetlana turn you to lesbian. it will break the heart of the guys who got a crush on you thank to ROTI" Peter said and run away, and Zoey could swear she heared him giggling
in the shower another classmate, Kristin, arrived to Zoey.
"Zoey, me and the girls having a charity show for the nursing home my mom work. this place need massive renovations. So I thought to mysef, wanna join. it will be fun" Kristin asked
"This is great. thank you so much. I would love to help you" Zoey responted happily
"and we are making a video with our grandparents"
"I don't think I can because my grandparents really hate stuff like this"
"not problem. you can use Chester. the "character" of your boyfriend" than she got out of the locker room, barly hiding her laughting.
'this is weird' Zoey tought to herself while walking home 'why everyone talking about Mike's character? why they are making such a big deal of the fact he is an actor'
than Carter arrived "Zoey did you heared?"
"heared what?"
"they opening a new indie theater this weeked"
"really? this is great. I love indie theaters"
"and the first film they are going to show is Indiana Jones. I don't know how it's indie but still, this is great. he is sooooo sexy"
"true. Indieana is really sexy guy"
"like the characer of your actor boyfriend Mike. he is sexy. just need to do something with the gap of his teeth. I dated a guy with gap in his teeth and my tongue was stuck in the gap and it was really emberresing. and I--"
"OK Carter stop the bullshit! what is going on?" Zoey yelled
"what do you mean?"
"why everyone always talking to me about my boyfriend and his characters? why its so big deal that he practice to be an actor? yes he something inside the chareacter too much but its just proving he is a good actor and someday he will win the oscar!"
"you really don't know don't you?"
"Don't know what?"
"your boyfriend is not an actor. he has multiple personality dissorder. all the "characters" are his alternative personalies"
"no way!"
"yes way. he said it"
"when?"
"in the second episode. he said in the conffesinal booth that he has MPD and he can't control the alternative personalites"
"what? he never told me"
"he said he too emberresing to tell you. but for some reason he feel its ok to tell it to the entire world his biggest secret but he kept it from the girl he want to sped the rest of his life"
"I... I feel so dumb"
"like duh. if my boyfriend kept a secret from me but he tell it to everyone I would feel so dumb as well. I mean, everyone know that your boyfriend has MPD. who is the only person who don't know? you. no wonder everyone making fun of you the whole day"
"that it!" Zoey yelled and began to walk towords Mike's home "it's time to kick some ass!"
she rang the door and Mike open it
"Zoey, what a nice surprise. what's up sweetheart?"
"Don't sweethear me you idiot!" she said and slapped him "I thought we have something special between us. and then I find out that everyone knows you have MPD because you admited it in the confessional booth"
"wow... this is emberessing. but Zoey I hide it from you because I was so sure you won't accept me"
"so your best idea was to hide the most important thing while tell it to the entire world? I have never felt so stupid" Zoey said with tears in her eyes
than Anne Maria came inside the house. She look so angry. She slapped Mike
"you son of a bitch!" she screamed "For weeks I was in love with Vito and just today I find out that he is not real. everyone in New Jersey make fun of me because of you. I was in love with not real person and you never told me. you fooled me. and than I find out you said it to the world"
"Same with me!" Zoey said
"Really? OHMYGOD Zoey I am so sorry about mocking you all this time. I thought you want to take my guy. but all this time you were a victim to this manipulative jerk who toyed with us"
"this is so true. we both could be the best friends ever. but instead we hated each other because one guy who never told us that he has MPD. he let us to fight over him all the time"
"girls, its not like that. I was ashamed about it"
"Don't try to get sympathy from us!" yelled Anne Maria "if you are ashame about it you would not tell in the confesinal booth!"
"you know what Mike? I am leaving now and I don't want to see you again!" Zoey said
"So do I!" said Anne Maria "come on bestie. wanna go shoppig?"
"yes" said Zoey. when they opned the door they saw Lightning arriving
"Lightning?" Zoey asked "what are you doing here?"
"I come to kick Mike's ass. I show him what is to fool the sha-Lightning. he never told me that Svetlana is not real"
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2020.09.19 23:55 rhinojl16 I don't know what to do anymore

Last Monday, I'm sleeping on the floor of our bedroom. Not even the dogs sleep on the floor. But he takes up so much space on the bed always that I'm getting kicked off and literally falling out of the bed. By no means a first. But a clear example of how little that I think of myself now. I wake up in the middle of the night with him sneaking out to go to the bathroom. I seize my opportunity to have a sliver of bed. His phone screen is on. He's watching porn while I'm laying on the floor next to him. He apologizes because "he didn't know I was there." Not getting that is not the main source of pain.
This isn't the first discussion. We've been having problems for 2 years now. When we first started dating, he noted that previous women he had dated got frustrated because he wouldn't cum with them and had a low libido. I should have ran. I wouldn't be where I am now. But he didn't have that problem with me, so I thought it wasn't an issue for us. Then the sex life went from 3-4 times a week to once a week then very quickly once a month. And the sex became like he was doing his duty as a boyfriend and sucking it up like he was having to compromise and watch a movie he didn't like and would fuck me once a month on a Saturday morning. Like he had an alarm set or something. Come to find out he is prepping himself beforehand with hours of porn so he can be with me. And the sex was not fun. It just felt like he was acting out porn not being with me. The sex came to only be about him. He said he wanted to pleasure me but how exciting is a 45 minute blow job and then dick straight into vagina and needing to be faced away. I tried changing it up. I tried sexy lingerie. I literally was wearing some crotchless number in bed next to him for 30 minutes and couldn't get him to look at me once so I just changed.
After a year of beating myself up that it has to be me and trying to figure out what I can do better I break down and try to figure out what's happening. He admits that he struggles with me. He's seen my vagina and boobs and butt. It's no longer exciting and that's just what happens in long term relationship. Except it's never happened in any of my previous relationships. He needs new vaginas/boobs/butts. That's what's exciting. He admits he feels an emotional connection to them but not me. Emotional connection to pixels not the live woman who takes card of his ass daily. I cry. The only change is that he instigates sex once every two months now. I have a history of sexual assault. So at this point getting through sex, I do the space out emotionally thing you do when you're getting raped but with the man I love. I do everything to hide my body so he doesnt have to see the none exciting parts aka all of me. Neither of us are enjoying it. It becomes less and less.
Then we're having sex as one of our once in a blue moon occasions this April. We're having a miserable time. He wants to cum on my eyeballs. It feels humiliating like I'm not even a person. He gets limp because I'm suggesting other things. So he goes to his stand by of just jacking off and like sucking on my boob as if he is an infant receiving milk. I say I'm done. If you want to have sex with yourself go ahead but I dont need to be here, get up and go take the dog for an hour walk. Poor dog was exhausted. I come back in and sleep on the couch. Hours later he comes out and goes what was that about and that I've made him uncomfortable. Welcome to my sex life buddy. I say I need time to cool off but this is something couples break up about and I can't keep doing this. So the next day we talk and talk and talk. Why does he think our sex life sucks? Oh because I've gained weight. He won't fuck me because I've gained weight. There was "some attraction" to me when we first started dating and he thinks he can get back to some attraction if I lose it. Yeah, I've gained weight but that makes me unlockable? Do you know how many times that I've had to suck on his very clearly not washed in a long time balls? Or the fact he got fleas down there and didn't know it and then I got fleas on my tonsils and had inflamed tonsils for 4 months before getting surgery to remove them. Yet, I fucked him and didn't make him feel bad. But gaining weight...that's the line. Well that, and that he just doesn't enjoy it because I clearly don't. What was I supposed to be enjoying. Porn? Not a problem. It's under control. He makes a compromise and deletes his photo gallery collection on his phone. He also deletes the pages on reddit that he followed so I would think he stopped. Bucko I can see your search history right there. We decide to stop having sex. I'm supposed to become a size 2. My hips will never allow it. I lose the weight. I earn this rich sex life back without changes. I would never ever let a friend of mine be treated this way. Also in this discussion he tells me he would rather be sleeping with his ex who is a size 2 woman of a different race than me. She cheated on him. So that's who he has a better time with? Despite admitting he didn't cum with her either.
We work together well when we're not having sex. I love him. He's sweet and funny. Except it feels like something is missing. I miss the intimacy. Sure he will cuddle. Sure he will give me a peck kiss and a hug. But that's not the same connection you get to when you have sex. So since April, he thinks if he just hides it better we are 100 percent. I'm getting worse and worse. But I can't show it. He has depression which has been bad lately. He's also an alcoholic who is in recovery since before we started dating and does great with it so how can I ask him to do give up the "one true happiness in his life" aka porn? I now see my only value in life is how much I weigh and by value meaning less weight. I've literally cried over gaining .2 lbs back multiple times. I punish myself by watching porn I know he likes (which is any amateur lady of any size so really anything but this lady. Like from size 0 to 600 pound women. Women of all races. I think every woman deserves to be loved for the record but it feel like literally anyone but me) and I literally sit there thinking how they deserve his love more than me. I've self harmed my vagina when thinking about how gross he thinks it is. I literally hate showering because I hate to see my body.
So then we come up to the situation that I'm on the floor sleeping as he is getting off. So I write this letter to him. He cant stand confrontation. I'm not sure I can talk to him without screaming at this point. It's a long one. I feel like Rachel writing her letter to ross on friends long. But I'm honest and calm. There's clearly tear stains on a few pages. It includes how I feel my worth is only in my weight. I explain how preferring his ex and literally any other woman feels. I explain that I feel like I'm losing myself and disappearing. I explain for awhile I was feeling suicidal over this. I'm not currently but folks it's no cake walk. I'm more vulnerable than I've ever been. He reads it. I can hear him sniffling. He comes out to give me a hug which I'm honestly pretty emotionally detached from. He says something has to change and he didnt know I felt any of this. He goes to work. Comes home from work. Guess what he does? You got it. He was looking at porn. Next day goes to work comes back. Guess what he does? You're brilliant. Yup. He watched porn. The next two days he's off work and tries to do something to cheer me up like helping with housework and buying my favorite food (dont worry people it's healthy. I won't gain weight eating it.) But guess what he's doing while I sleep. He wants to cuddle while I'm awake. You can tell he's sad. But does he give a single fuck about doing anything to actually help me feel better? What's this change that's going to happen? Is he going to clear his reddit search history and start using incognito mode? (Yeah this dude doesnt know to use incognito mode. What year is he living in?) Is the change to just hide it better so I'm not aware it's happening and can live my life being lied to? I cannot keep swallowing my feelings. If I do much longer, I'm just not going to be a person anymore. I'm already not a woman I recognize. I don't know what to do anymore.
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2020.09.19 17:46 drewmontgomery08 [The Earthman] - Chapter 10

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They emerged from a small cave almost completely obscured by brush. The rest of the unit was waiting for them outside, standing amongst the trees. It was night, though how late Kyle was unsure.
“We’re all here,” Lacy said as they emerged. “Let’s move.”
The crystals vanished into the packs, and she took the one from Max’s hands. Kyle frowned. “No light?”
“We don’t want to be seen on our approach,” she said. “The moons will be enough to guide our way.”
The crystal vanished and Kyle blinked, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Through the trees above, he could see a trio of moons, one low in the sky while the other two, smaller than the first, rested directly above. The land around him slowly came into focus, the trees growing between the crystal rocks.
They unit began to move, continuing in single file as they made their way through the woods. No one spoke a word, the only sound their feet on the dirt, on the rocks, on the brush. Somewhere, he could hear the sound of birds calling, and of a larger creature slinking through the woods, but he saw neither. More importantly, there were no signs of Beroli patrols.
They walked and walked, picking through the woods until the light began to appear in the distance. At first it was a pale glow, but it grew and grew as they approached, until Kyle found himself craning his neck to look up at the heights of Rhashel, the spires of the city towering high above the walls. Below, he could see where the land dropped off, disappearing into the colorful sands that stretched as far to the west as the eye could see.
The unit gathered at the edge of the woods, resting amongst the trees. “We’re stopping?” Kyle asked.
Lacy nodded toward the walls. “See the patrols? We need to time it right. Bashil is preparing our way down.”
“How long?” he asked.
“As long as it takes for them to move,” she said. “Go ahead and get comfortable, but be ready to move when I tell you.”
Kyle made his way off to the side and settled into a nook between some roots. Max jumped down to his lap and over to the top of a crystal. From there, he could see the wall, rising above the treetops around them, and with it, the guards atop the wall. They wore the same uniforms as the guards in the palace, carried the same weapons, and he could see some larger mounted guns at intervals across the wall.
“So we’re back,” Max said, standing on its hind legs to get a better view of the city. “It is a beautiful city.”
“There are beautiful cities all over the galaxy,” Kyle said. “Others that aren’t run by assholes.”
“I thought Sha’czlanka was nice when you weren’t bickering with her.”
“Who?”
“The princess.” Kyle shook his head, and the little creature sighed. “Violet.”
“Oh, right, Violet. She was alright.”
“Maybe if you say something, they’ll be willing to spare her.”
“Not likely,” Kyle said. “If I learned anything from Earth's history, it’s that the winners of the battle never leave the royal family alive. Can’t have them coming back with supporters.”
“They might if she agrees to renounce her claim,” Max said. “It’s something to consider.”
“Why?” Kyle asked. “It’s not like she was there to defend us when they stole our things and threw us out of the palace to die on this crappy planet. We don’t owe her a thing.”
“It’s possible she did not know,” Max said. “The steward was the one who came to us, not her, not her father. It would at least be worth talking to her.”
“I have nothing to say to her,” Kyle said. “All I want is to get my ship and my guns back and to be off this planet.”
Max shook its head. “I just think she deserves the benefit of the doubt.”
Lacy appeared from the darkness, her voice low. “Now’s the time. We must move quickly.”
Kyle stood, and Max leaped onto his shoulder. Ahead, he could see the unit gathered at the ledge. Several had already begun the descent, and he watched more take hold of one of the ropes and make their way down the cliff.
“This looks safe,” Max said.
“Better hope I can hold on,” Kyle said.
“I’ll be fine,” Max said. “My species knows how to climb. Yours is bad at it.”
“If I fall, I’m making sure you fall with me.”
“You’re not going to fall,” Lacy said. “Now get going.”
Kyle took the rope and lowered himself over the edge. Below, he could see the dark shapes making their way down, and further down, he could see the colorful sands, light from the moon and the city above reflecting off the dunes in a rainbow of colors.
“Just one step at a time,” he said quietly. His feet pressed against the cliff wall, his hands gripping the rope tightly.
“Are you afraid of heights?” Max asked, shifting to the other shoulder. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights.”
“I don’t like climbing,” Kyle said.
“What about the rocket boots? Those aren’t nearly as safe as this, not with how often they malfunction.”
“They have fail safes.”
“What fail safes? The ones where you can’t break your neck because they don’t work?”
Kyle shook his shoulder and the little creature moved. “Don’t try to kill me just because you’re bad at climbing,” Max said.
“I thought you said you were good.”
“No one can survive getting thrown off.”
There was a shushing sound from above, and Kyle looked up to see Lacy looking down at them. “We still need to be quiet. Just because the guards have moved away doesn’t mean they can’t hear anymore.”
“Sorry,” Kyle whispered.
They continued downward, and it was only when the ground was close enough that his heart rate began to slow. Soon, he was standing on solid ground with the rest of the Thizigods.
Lacy hit the ground and was already moving. “Come with me,” she said. “You’re leading now.”
Their progress was slower now, their feet sinking into the ground with each step. Kyle could feel his legs tiring, the extra effort of walking in sand bringing fatigue on more quickly. The city towered above as the unit walked in its shadow, the city negating much of the light from the moons.
“It shouldn’t be much further,” Kyle said.
“Do you actually know where it is?” Max asked.
“I do.” Then added beneath his breath, “Roughly.”
“You’re just brimming with confidence.”
There was a glint from the wall ahead, and he pointed. “There. See, I told you.”
Lacy made some motions to the unit, and they split up, hurrying to either side of the door, pressing against the wall. One figure carrying a pack split off, making directly for the door. The explosives girl, what was her name? Rachel? Something like that. Lacy grabbed him by the arm while he pondered it and pulled him against the wall.
“Let my people go in first,” she said. “They’ll take care of any guards.”
“Fine by me,” he said.
Rachel finished placing the explosives and ran quickly away. “Might want to cover your ears,” Lacy said.
Kyle did as he was told and braced himself for the explosion. It came after a moment, loud even with his ears covered, shaking the ground around him and spraying small pieces of debris into the air. By the time he looked up, the unit was already moving in, rifles raised as they rushed past the door that now lay in the sand. Lacy had a hand on his chest, holding him back as the sound of beam rifles firing echoed from the tunnel.
It was over quickly. There was silence, then a slight staticky sound, and Lacy’s hand relaxed. “It’s clear, we can go in.”
They approached the tunnel, and both climbed up into it. There had been three guards, one of which was beneath rubble, the other two still sporting smoking holes in their uniforms from the beam rifles.
Lacy nudged the one beneath the rubble with a toe. “Looks like your intel was right,” she said. “It looks like we might have been right to trust you.”
“That was still in debate? I thought you had started to even like me.”
“Don’t mistake cordiality for trust, offworlder,” she said. “You seem likeable enough, but I wouldn’t hesitate to kill you if you showed the slightest hint of betrayal.”
“You think I’m likeable?”
Lacy didn’t respond, following the rest of the unit as they moved deeper into the tunnel. “I don’t think that’s what she wanted you to draw from that,” Max said.
“What do you know about humans?” Kyle asked as he started after her.
“I’m not sure she qualifies as human for one thing.”
“You’re just jealous because we never meet any other...whatever you are.”
“I’d tell you, but you’d probably just call me a monkey or something.”
“I have more respect for you than that,” Kyle said. “And at least I don’t call you a rat like everyone else.”
“Neither does Lacy.”
“Well, when this is over, you can stay here with her.”
Max began grooming. “I would, but this sand gets everywhere.”
Lacy was waiting for them a little ways ahead. “Time to be quiet again,” she said, nodded to the circular space in the floor ahead. “This the lift?”
“It is,” Kyle said. “This will take us right up to the palace.”
The others were gathering around. Lacy removed a chart and laid it out on the ground, holding a crystal above. “This is a map of the palace grounds,” she said. “Once we’re up there, we’re in two teams. The main team will be under Jalil’s leadership. You’ll be making for the front gate to let the rest of our forces in. Stay silent, stay in the shadows, don’t engage unless you have to. With any luck, our army will be flooding the city before they even know we’re here.”
“And the other group?” Kyle asked.
“The other group will be with me,” she said. “Including you, offworlder. We’re going to try to secure the king.”
Kyle smirked. “A small force against the entire royal guard? I like those odds.”
“You’re probably not endearing yourself to them with your sarcasm,” Max said.
“Quiet, I wasn’t asking you.”
“If you’re done arguing with your pet,” Lacy said. “Like the other group, this will be a stealth operation. We’re going to get in and get the king. If we have him hostage, we might be able to force a surrender.”
“Can we just kill him instead?” Kyle asked. “Me and the king aren’t on the best of terms right now.”
“Once the war is over, Beroli criminals will stand trial according to Thizigod law. Not a moment before.”
“It’s cruel to deny a man his vengeance,” Kyle said.
“My people have been awaiting this vengeance for much longer than you have. Are there any questions? We must move quickly. The main force will already be on their way.”
“We’ll need to space ourselves out on the elevator,” Jalil said. “Divide up into teams of five, my group first.”
The first five stepped on the lift, and it immediately shot up toward the palace. The others waited around, some checking their weapons, others taking the moment to rest. Lacy pulled out some rations and handed a piece to Kyle. He turned it over in his hands, examining the nondescript lump of food in his hand.
“What is it?” he asked.
“We make it from the same mushrooms that grow in the caves, but it’s dried and mixed with a few other things to make it last in the field.”
Kyle sniffed it, then broke off a piece and handed it to Max. “Are you trying to make sure it doesn’t poison me first?” the little creature asked, but it took it anyways and nibbled at it.
“You’re more expendable than me,” Kyle said.
“I’m going to suffocate you in your sleep.” It finished the morsel. “Not bad actually.”
Kyle took a bite of his own. It wasn’t bad, a bit earthy, clearly designed for sustenance over flavor. “Not bad,” he mumbled in agreement.
The elevator returned, and the next group stepped on, sending it careening back into the darkness above. The remaining unit was silent, continuing their waiting. The elevator returned again, and the next five went, leaving only Lacy’s group.
They remained silent, everyone dealing with the anticipation in their own way. One seemed to be praying, while another had their head lowered, as though napping. Lacy was checking her gun. The elevator returned, and they all stepped on.
Kyle felt the rushing wind as they sped upwards, rising toward the palace. “This is it,” Lacy said. “This is what we’ve been waiting for for generations.”
The elevator arrived at the top, and they were once more standing in the opulent crystal halls of the palace. The rest of the unit had already moved on, so it was just them. No guards.
“Lead the way,” Lacy said.
Kyle studied the hallway, searching his memory for the path Blake had taken him on. “This way,” he said.
Through the crystal halls they moved, making their way toward the king’s chamber. They passed guards; some they hid from, others dispatched with surgical blasts from the beam rifles. It was quick, efficient, deadly, and not an alarm went up.
They snuck their way along the edge of the massive throne room, sticking along the edges to avoid the patrol. They passed through the next door into the living quarters, and Kyle nearly ran right into Violet.
She looked much more regal than she had last time he’d seen her, clad in light pink pants and blouse made from a shiny material, her hair washed and falling in dark waves on her shoulders. Her dark eyes met his and they widened.
“Keel…” she began, but the people behind him were already moving. Two had her pressed against the wall, one of them clamping a hand over her mouth. Her eyes widened even further, the muffled sound of her voice sounding beneath the hand.
“Quiet, Princess,” Lacy said. “I’m sure you know why we’re here.”
The princess tried to speak, rolled her eyes at her inability to, and finally shook her head.
“We’re here because your family has oppressed our people for generations. Now, thanks to our new friend here, we’re finally able to do something about it.”
More muffled sounds and a narrowing of the eyes, eyes that were directed at him. Kyle took a step back, while Max said, “She looks angry.”
“Quiet,” Kyle said.
“Tie her up and gag her,” Lacy said. “We don’t want her raising the alarm.”
There was a sound in the distance, shouting and a ringing. “Might be too late already,” Kyle said.
“They must have reached the gate,” Lacy said. “There’s nothing we can do to help them, other than continue our current mission.”
“The king’s chamber is just ahead,” Kyle said, pointing to the double doors at the end of the hall.
One was assigned to the princess, while the others moved ahead. They took positions on either side of the door while one began to work the lock. The door was soon open, and the soldiers pushed in. The king sat up in bed, dressed in a nightgown, his expression that of someone pulled from deep sleep.
“What...what is happening?” he asked.
Lacy and one of the others had already moved in on him, rifles aimed at him, while another barricaded the door behind them. Lacy pulled off her mask. “King Brabolic, you are now in the custody of the Thizigods. Your city is in the process of being taken over by our army, and your capital will soon be under our control.”
“You’re...Thizigods.” The alertness was beginning to return to his face. “How did you get here? Where are my guards?”
“That is no longer your concern,” Lacy said. She motioned, and the princess was brought forward, thrown to the bed.
“Sha’czlanka,” he said. “Are you alright? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”
She tried to speak as she clumsily pushed herself into a sitting position. The king reached over and pulled the gag from her mouth. “He betrayed us,” she said, her voice loud and shrill. “The Earthman, he led them here.”
The king turned his gaze to Kyle, and his eyes widened, much as hers had. “He…”
“He led them here,” Violet said. “After we gave him the reward and let him leave.”
“Let me leave?” Kyle said. “I had all my possessions taken and was tossed out of the palace with no food or water or anything.”
The princess turned to the king. “Is this true?”
“It...no, this man is a liar and a traitor,” the king said.
From beside him, Lacy held her mask at her waist, watching the scene unfold with an amused look on her face. Kyle glanced at her, then back to the king and princess. “Where’s Blake?” he asked.
The king and princess looked at each other. “Who?” the king asked.
Kyle looked over to the creature on his shoulder. “Bauka,” Max said.
“Bauka.”
“He is on a diplomatic mission,” the king said. “Visiting our armies at the outposts.”
“The armies that are attacking our settlements without cause,” Lacy said.
“Your people have been mounting raids on our outposts for decades,” the princess said.
“Outposts built on lands that belong to us.”
“The land was never yours.”
“It was always ours.”
“Ladies,” the king said. “Stop arguing.” He turned to Lacy. “I can hear the alarms. Your people are in the city, yes?”
“If the plan worked.”
“I would speak to your leader, then. There is no reason we cannot come to an accord.”
Violet turned to him, mouth open. “Father, you cannot possibly give in. These people have…”
“These people are part of our planet too. And they need to know that we cannot afford to fight right now.”
Violet maintained the same stunned expression, but it was Lacy who spoke. “What do you mean cannot afford to fight? Your own troops have been the ones stationed by our settlements.”
“Call your leader. I will remain in your custody to assure his safety.”
Her safety,” Lacy said.
The king frowned. “What happened to Tralik?”
“Killed in one of your raids,” Lacy said. “Osharia will be here soon, once the city is in our hands. You can speak to her then.”
Lacy turned away from the bed where the king and princess were held, pulling up a radio and speaking quietly into it. In the distance, Kyle could hear more explosions, the alarm continuing to sound in the background. Otherwise, the room was silent, the rest sitting there, waiting, whether for the guards to attempt a rescue, or for the Thizigod army to make their way in.
When it came, it was from a knock at the door, not a forceful blow. Lacy made her way to the door, as two of the soldiers took their places to either side. When she opened it, it was another Thizigod, one of the squad, and Lacy was greeted with a large embrace.
“We won?” Lacy said as the embrace was broken.
“Osharia waits in the throne room,” the Thizigod said.
Lacy turned, a huge smile on her green face. “Bring them,” she said. “The day is ours.”
The princess and the king were pulled from the bed and led from the room. Kyle followed after them, Lacy beside him. “It worked,” he said.
“I can’t believe it,” she said. “I...I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.”
“You had your reasons,” Kyle said. “All I care about now is getting my reward and getting off this planet.”
“Osharia will see to it,” she said. “As soon as we have the king’s surrender. I...I am sure many will be sorry you aren’t staying around.”
“I have debts to pay,” he said. “One doesn’t get places by settling down on a planet.”
That drew a small laugh. “I know your type,” she said. “The restless type. No, you would never be happy staying in one place for too long.”
They reached the throne room. Amy had removed her mask as well, and now stood before the throne, hands folded before her. The king and princess were led before her, and the soldiers stood them in place, then stepped back.
“Brabolic. Sha’czlanka. We meet at last.” Her voice was calm yet commanding, the power she had displayed in the caves seemingly amplified by the grand throne room she stood in.
The king gave a slight bow. “The pleasure is mine.”
The princess seemed much less accommodating. “Get your green ass away from my father’s throne,” she said.
Lacy lashed out with the butt of her rifle, striking Violet in the back of her knee. She dropped to a knee, gritting her teeth against the pain. “Do not speak to her like that.”
“Easy, Lastiana,” Amy said. “We are not monsters.”
Violet spat. “Yet you live in the darkness like one.”
“I understand your frustration,” Amy said. “But the battle is over. We are here to discuss terms.”
“We will not negotiate with you,” Violet said. She turned to the king. “Father, do not negotiate with her.”
“We are not in a position to make that decision,” Bob said. “Tell us your demands, Osharia.”
“My people have always had simple demands,” Amy said. “That which was promised to us. The lands of Noilaria to live up and cultivate for our own needs, without fear of attack from your forces. But we have been harassed and harassed until we were finally forced to form our communities underground.”
“So you want your lands?” the princess asked. “You can have them.”
Amy smiled and shook her head. “No child, you misunderstand. That was what we wanted before. We were driven to demand more. We want it all. This is now our planet.”
“You can’t have it. You can’t do this.” Violet turned to her father. “She can’t do this. You can’t let her.”
The king looked down at his bound wrists and around the room at the Thizigod guards. “I’m not sure I can say no.”
She turned to Kyle, and he could see the fire in her dark eyes. “And you? You are going to let this happen?”
Kyle shrugged. “I was thrown out and your father lied about it. I don’t see any reason to not allow it to happen.”
“What about us?” Violet asked, raising her voice and stepping toward the throne. “What about our people?”
“The royal family will be imprisoned and dealt with according to our people’s laws,” Amy said. “The rest of your people, well, that will be a decision we make at a later date.”
“A later date?” Violet said. She attempted to pull herself from her guards, and another blow was delivered, this one to the back of her head.
“Have her taken to a cell,” Amy said. “She needs some time to cool down.”
Violet was woozy, unable to respond, but Kyle only laughed. “Only way I ever saw her cool down was with half a gallon of that Zort liquor.”
“You certainly find your way around,” Lacy said.
Somewhere in the distance, an alarm was sounding. “Is there a way to silence that?” Amy asked.
Lacy frowned. “The alarm should have been silenced by our people when the surrender occurred.”
“It was, ma’am,” one of the soldiers said.
Kyle perked his ears up. “That one sounds different from the one from earlier.”
The king listened. “Oh no, oh no, not now.”
“What? What can’t be now?” Amy asked.
“This, this timing, no, no no no.”
“What?” Lacy asked, pulling the king so that he faced her. “What is it?”
“The Zort,” he said. “The Zort are here.”
The throne room was flooded into silence as the alarm continued to go off. A shadow fell upon the windows, the entire room beginning to shake.
Kyle couldn’t help but laugh.
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2020.09.19 17:45 drewmontgomery08 The Earthman - Chapter 10

They emerged from a small cave almost completely obscured by brush. The rest of the unit was waiting for them outside, standing amongst the trees. It was night, though how late Kyle was unsure.
“We’re all here,” Lacy said as they emerged. “Let’s move.”
The crystals vanished into the packs, and she took the one from Max’s hands. Kyle frowned. “No light?”
“We don’t want to be seen on our approach,” she said. “The moons will be enough to guide our way.”
The crystal vanished and Kyle blinked, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Through the trees above, he could see a trio of moons, one low in the sky while the other two, smaller than the first, rested directly above. The land around him slowly came into focus, the trees growing between the crystal rocks.
They unit began to move, continuing in single file as they made their way through the woods. No one spoke a word, the only sound their feet on the dirt, on the rocks, on the brush. Somewhere, he could hear the sound of birds calling, and of a larger creature slinking through the woods, but he saw neither. More importantly, there were no signs of Beroli patrols.
They walked and walked, picking through the woods until the light began to appear in the distance. At first it was a pale glow, but it grew and grew as they approached, until Kyle found himself craning his neck to look up at the heights of Rhashel, the spires of the city towering high above the walls. Below, he could see where the land dropped off, disappearing into the colorful sands that stretched as far to the west as the eye could see.
The unit gathered at the edge of the woods, resting amongst the trees. “We’re stopping?” Kyle asked.
Lacy nodded toward the walls. “See the patrols? We need to time it right. Bashil is preparing our way down.”
“How long?” he asked.
“As long as it takes for them to move,” she said. “Go ahead and get comfortable, but be ready to move when I tell you.”
Kyle made his way off to the side and settled into a nook between some roots. Max jumped down to his lap and over to the top of a crystal. From there, he could see the wall, rising above the treetops around them, and with it, the guards atop the wall. They wore the same uniforms as the guards in the palace, carried the same weapons, and he could see some larger mounted guns at intervals across the wall.
“So we’re back,” Max said, standing on its hind legs to get a better view of the city. “It is a beautiful city.”
“There are beautiful cities all over the galaxy,” Kyle said. “Others that aren’t run by assholes.”
“I thought Sha’czlanka was nice when you weren’t bickering with her.”
“Who?”
“The princess.” Kyle shook his head, and the little creature sighed. “Violet.”
“Oh, right, Violet. She was alright.”
“Maybe if you say something, they’ll be willing to spare her.”
“Not likely,” Kyle said. “If I learned anything from Earth's history, it’s that the winners of the battle never leave the royal family alive. Can’t have them coming back with supporters.”
“They might if she agrees to renounce her claim,” Max said. “It’s something to consider.”
“Why?” Kyle asked. “It’s not like she was there to defend us when they stole our things and threw us out of the palace to die on this crappy planet. We don’t owe her a thing.”
“It’s possible she did not know,” Max said. “The steward was the one who came to us, not her, not her father. It would at least be worth talking to her.”
“I have nothing to say to her,” Kyle said. “All I want is to get my ship and my guns back and to be off this planet.”
Max shook its head. “I just think she deserves the benefit of the doubt.”
Lacy appeared from the darkness, her voice low. “Now’s the time. We must move quickly.”
Kyle stood, and Max leaped onto his shoulder. Ahead, he could see the unit gathered at the ledge. Several had already begun the descent, and he watched more take hold of one of the ropes and make their way down the cliff.
“This looks safe,” Max said.
“Better hope I can hold on,” Kyle said.
“I’ll be fine,” Max said. “My species knows how to climb. Yours is bad at it.”
“If I fall, I’m making sure you fall with me.”
“You’re not going to fall,” Lacy said. “Now get going.”
Kyle took the rope and lowered himself over the edge. Below, he could see the dark shapes making their way down, and further down, he could see the colorful sands, light from the moon and the city above reflecting off the dunes in a rainbow of colors.
“Just one step at a time,” he said quietly. His feet pressed against the cliff wall, his hands gripping the rope tightly.
“Are you afraid of heights?” Max asked, shifting to the other shoulder. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights.”
“I don’t like climbing,” Kyle said.
“What about the rocket boots? Those aren’t nearly as safe as this, not with how often they malfunction.”
“They have fail safes.”
“What fail safes? The ones where you can’t break your neck because they don’t work?”
Kyle shook his shoulder and the little creature moved. “Don’t try to kill me just because you’re bad at climbing,” Max said.
“I thought you said you were good.”
“No one can survive getting thrown off.”
There was a shushing sound from above, and Kyle looked up to see Lacy looking down at them. “We still need to be quiet. Just because the guards have moved away doesn’t mean they can’t hear anymore.”
“Sorry,” Kyle whispered.
They continued downward, and it was only when the ground was close enough that his heart rate began to slow. Soon, he was standing on solid ground with the rest of the Thizigods.
Lacy hit the ground and was already moving. “Come with me,” she said. “You’re leading now.”
Their progress was slower now, their feet sinking into the ground with each step. Kyle could feel his legs tiring, the extra effort of walking in sand bringing fatigue on more quickly. The city towered above as the unit walked in its shadow, the city negating much of the light from the moons.
“It shouldn’t be much further,” Kyle said.
“Do you actually know where it is?” Max asked.
“I do.” Then added beneath his breath, “Roughly.”
“You’re just brimming with confidence.”
There was a glint from the wall ahead, and he pointed. “There. See, I told you.”
Lacy made some motions to the unit, and they split up, hurrying to either side of the door, pressing against the wall. One figure carrying a pack split off, making directly for the door. The explosives girl, what was her name? Rachel? Something like that. Lacy grabbed him by the arm while he pondered it and pulled him against the wall.
“Let my people go in first,” she said. “They’ll take care of any guards.”
“Fine by me,” he said.
Rachel finished placing the explosives and ran quickly away. “Might want to cover your ears,” Lacy said.
Kyle did as he was told and braced himself for the explosion. It came after a moment, loud even with his ears covered, shaking the ground around him and spraying small pieces of debris into the air. By the time he looked up, the unit was already moving in, rifles raised as they rushed past the door that now lay in the sand. Lacy had a hand on his chest, holding him back as the sound of beam rifles firing echoed from the tunnel.
It was over quickly. There was silence, then a slight staticky sound, and Lacy’s hand relaxed. “It’s clear, we can go in.”
They approached the tunnel, and both climbed up into it. There had been three guards, one of which was beneath rubble, the other two still sporting smoking holes in their uniforms from the beam rifles.
Lacy nudged the one beneath the rubble with a toe. “Looks like your intel was right,” she said. “It looks like we might have been right to trust you.”
“That was still in debate? I thought you had started to even like me.”
“Don’t mistake cordiality for trust, offworlder,” she said. “You seem likeable enough, but I wouldn’t hesitate to kill you if you showed the slightest hint of betrayal.”
“You think I’m likeable?”
Lacy didn’t respond, following the rest of the unit as they moved deeper into the tunnel. “I don’t think that’s what she wanted you to draw from that,” Max said.
“What do you know about humans?” Kyle asked as he started after her.
“I’m not sure she qualifies as human for one thing.”
“You’re just jealous because we never meet any other...whatever you are.”
“I’d tell you, but you’d probably just call me a monkey or something.”
“I have more respect for you than that,” Kyle said. “And at least I don’t call you a rat like everyone else.”
“Neither does Lacy.”
“Well, when this is over, you can stay here with her.”
Max began grooming. “I would, but this sand gets everywhere.”
Lacy was waiting for them a little ways ahead. “Time to be quiet again,” she said, nodded to the circular space in the floor ahead. “This the lift?”
“It is,” Kyle said. “This will take us right up to the palace.”
The others were gathering around. Lacy removed a chart and laid it out on the ground, holding a crystal above. “This is a map of the palace grounds,” she said. “Once we’re up there, we’re in two teams. The main team will be under Jalil’s leadership. You’ll be making for the front gate to let the rest of our forces in. Stay silent, stay in the shadows, don’t engage unless you have to. With any luck, our army will be flooding the city before they even know we’re here.”
“And the other group?” Kyle asked.
“The other group will be with me,” she said. “Including you, offworlder. We’re going to try to secure the king.”
Kyle smirked. “A small force against the entire royal guard? I like those odds.”
“You’re probably not endearing yourself to them with your sarcasm,” Max said.
“Quiet, I wasn’t asking you.”
“If you’re done arguing with your pet,” Lacy said. “Like the other group, this will be a stealth operation. We’re going to get in and get the king. If we have him hostage, we might be able to force a surrender.”
“Can we just kill him instead?” Kyle asked. “Me and the king aren’t on the best of terms right now.”
“Once the war is over, Beroli criminals will stand trial according to Thizigod law. Not a moment before.”
“It’s cruel to deny a man his vengeance,” Kyle said.
“My people have been awaiting this vengeance for much longer than you have. Are there any questions? We must move quickly. The main force will already be on their way.”
“We’ll need to space ourselves out on the elevator,” Jalil said. “Divide up into teams of five, my group first.”
The first five stepped on the lift, and it immediately shot up toward the palace. The others waited around, some checking their weapons, others taking the moment to rest. Lacy pulled out some rations and handed a piece to Kyle. He turned it over in his hands, examining the nondescript lump of food in his hand.
“What is it?” he asked.
“We make it from the same mushrooms that grow in the caves, but it’s dried and mixed with a few other things to make it last in the field.”
Kyle sniffed it, then broke off a piece and handed it to Max. “Are you trying to make sure it doesn’t poison me first?” the little creature asked, but it took it anyways and nibbled at it.
“You’re more expendable than me,” Kyle said.
“I’m going to suffocate you in your sleep.” It finished the morsel. “Not bad actually.”
Kyle took a bite of his own. It wasn’t bad, a bit earthy, clearly designed for sustenance over flavor. “Not bad,” he mumbled in agreement.
The elevator returned, and the next group stepped on, sending it careening back into the darkness above. The remaining unit was silent, continuing their waiting. The elevator returned again, and the next five went, leaving only Lacy’s group.
They remained silent, everyone dealing with the anticipation in their own way. One seemed to be praying, while another had their head lowered, as though napping. Lacy was checking her gun. The elevator returned, and they all stepped on.
Kyle felt the rushing wind as they sped upwards, rising toward the palace. “This is it,” Lacy said. “This is what we’ve been waiting for for generations.”
The elevator arrived at the top, and they were once more standing in the opulent crystal halls of the palace. The rest of the unit had already moved on, so it was just them. No guards.
“Lead the way,” Lacy said.
Kyle studied the hallway, searching his memory for the path Blake had taken him on. “This way,” he said.
Through the crystal halls they moved, making their way toward the king’s chamber. They passed guards; some they hid from, others dispatched with surgical blasts from the beam rifles. It was quick, efficient, deadly, and not an alarm went up.
They snuck their way along the edge of the massive throne room, sticking along the edges to avoid the patrol. They passed through the next door into the living quarters, and Kyle nearly ran right into Violet.
She looked much more regal than she had last time he’d seen her, clad in light pink pants and blouse made from a shiny material, her hair washed and falling in dark waves on her shoulders. Her dark eyes met his and they widened.
“Keel…” she began, but the people behind him were already moving. Two had her pressed against the wall, one of them clamping a hand over her mouth. Her eyes widened even further, the muffled sound of her voice sounding beneath the hand.
“Quiet, Princess,” Lacy said. “I’m sure you know why we’re here.”
The princess tried to speak, rolled her eyes at her inability to, and finally shook her head.
“We’re here because your family has oppressed our people for generations. Now, thanks to our new friend here, we’re finally able to do something about it.”
More muffled sounds and a narrowing of the eyes, eyes that were directed at him. Kyle took a step back, while Max said, “She looks angry.”
“Quiet,” Kyle said.
“Tie her up and gag her,” Lacy said. “We don’t want her raising the alarm.”
There was a sound in the distance, shouting and a ringing. “Might be too late already,” Kyle said.
“They must have reached the gate,” Lacy said. “There’s nothing we can do to help them, other than continue our current mission.”
“The king’s chamber is just ahead,” Kyle said, pointing to the double doors at the end of the hall.
One was assigned to the princess, while the others moved ahead. They took positions on either side of the door while one began to work the lock. The door was soon open, and the soldiers pushed in. The king sat up in bed, dressed in a nightgown, his expression that of someone pulled from deep sleep.
“What...what is happening?” he asked.
Lacy and one of the others had already moved in on him, rifles aimed at him, while another barricaded the door behind them. Lacy pulled off her mask. “King Brabolic, you are now in the custody of the Thizigods. Your city is in the process of being taken over by our army, and your capital will soon be under our control.”
“You’re...Thizigods.” The alertness was beginning to return to his face. “How did you get here? Where are my guards?”
“That is no longer your concern,” Lacy said. She motioned, and the princess was brought forward, thrown to the bed.
“Sha’czlanka,” he said. “Are you alright? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”
She tried to speak as she clumsily pushed herself into a sitting position. The king reached over and pulled the gag from her mouth. “He betrayed us,” she said, her voice loud and shrill. “The Earthman, he led them here.”
The king turned his gaze to Kyle, and his eyes widened, much as hers had. “He…”
“He led them here,” Violet said. “After we gave him the reward and let him leave.”
“Let me leave?” Kyle said. “I had all my possessions taken and was tossed out of the palace with no food or water or anything.”
The princess turned to the king. “Is this true?”
“It...no, this man is a liar and a traitor,” the king said.
From beside him, Lacy held her mask at her waist, watching the scene unfold with an amused look on her face. Kyle glanced at her, then back to the king and princess. “Where’s Blake?” he asked.
The king and princess looked at each other. “Who?” the king asked.
Kyle looked over to the creature on his shoulder. “Bauka,” Max said.
“Bauka.”
“He is on a diplomatic mission,” the king said. “Visiting our armies at the outposts.”
“The armies that are attacking our settlements without cause,” Lacy said.
“Your people have been mounting raids on our outposts for decades,” the princess said.
“Outposts built on lands that belong to us.”
“The land was never yours.”
“It was always ours.”
“Ladies,” the king said. “Stop arguing.” He turned to Lacy. “I can hear the alarms. Your people are in the city, yes?”
“If the plan worked.”
“I would speak to your leader, then. There is no reason we cannot come to an accord.”
Violet turned to him, mouth open. “Father, you cannot possibly give in. These people have…”
“These people are part of our planet too. And they need to know that we cannot afford to fight right now.”
Violet maintained the same stunned expression, but it was Lacy who spoke. “What do you mean cannot afford to fight? Your own troops have been the ones stationed by our settlements.”
“Call your leader. I will remain in your custody to assure his safety.”
Her safety,” Lacy said.
The king frowned. “What happened to Tralik?”
“Killed in one of your raids,” Lacy said. “Osharia will be here soon, once the city is in our hands. You can speak to her then.”
Lacy turned away from the bed where the king and princess were held, pulling up a radio and speaking quietly into it. In the distance, Kyle could hear more explosions, the alarm continuing to sound in the background. Otherwise, the room was silent, the rest sitting there, waiting, whether for the guards to attempt a rescue, or for the Thizigod army to make their way in.
When it came, it was from a knock at the door, not a forceful blow. Lacy made her way to the door, as two of the soldiers took their places to either side. When she opened it, it was another Thizigod, one of the squad, and Lacy was greeted with a large embrace.
“We won?” Lacy said as the embrace was broken.
“Osharia waits in the throne room,” the Thizigod said.
Lacy turned, a huge smile on her green face. “Bring them,” she said. “The day is ours.”
The princess and the king were pulled from the bed and led from the room. Kyle followed after them, Lacy beside him. “It worked,” he said.
“I can’t believe it,” she said. “I...I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.”
“You had your reasons,” Kyle said. “All I care about now is getting my reward and getting off this planet.”
“Osharia will see to it,” she said. “As soon as we have the king’s surrender. I...I am sure many will be sorry you aren’t staying around.”
“I have debts to pay,” he said. “One doesn’t get places by settling down on a planet.”
That drew a small laugh. “I know your type,” she said. “The restless type. No, you would never be happy staying in one place for too long.”
They reached the throne room. Amy had removed her mask as well, and now stood before the throne, hands folded before her. The king and princess were led before her, and the soldiers stood them in place, then stepped back.
“Brabolic. Sha’czlanka. We meet at last.” Her voice was calm yet commanding, the power she had displayed in the caves seemingly amplified by the grand throne room she stood in.
The king gave a slight bow. “The pleasure is mine.”
The princess seemed much less accommodating. “Get your green ass away from my father’s throne,” she said.
Lacy lashed out with the butt of her rifle, striking Violet in the back of her knee. She dropped to a knee, gritting her teeth against the pain. “Do not speak to her like that.”
“Easy, Lastiana,” Amy said. “We are not monsters.”
Violet spat. “Yet you live in the darkness like one.”
“I understand your frustration,” Amy said. “But the battle is over. We are here to discuss terms.”
“We will not negotiate with you,” Violet said. She turned to the king. “Father, do not negotiate with her.”
“We are not in a position to make that decision,” Bob said. “Tell us your demands, Osharia.”
“My people have always had simple demands,” Amy said. “That which was promised to us. The lands of Noilaria to live up and cultivate for our own needs, without fear of attack from your forces. But we have been harassed and harassed until we were finally forced to form our communities underground.”
“So you want your lands?” the princess asked. “You can have them.”
Amy smiled and shook her head. “No child, you misunderstand. That was what we wanted before. We were driven to demand more. We want it all. This is now our planet.”
“You can’t have it. You can’t do this.” Violet turned to her father. “She can’t do this. You can’t let her.”
The king looked down at his bound wrists and around the room at the Thizigod guards. “I’m not sure I can say no.”
She turned to Kyle, and he could see the fire in her dark eyes. “And you? You are going to let this happen?”
Kyle shrugged. “I was thrown out and your father lied about it. I don’t see any reason to not allow it to happen.”
“What about us?” Violet asked, raising her voice and stepping toward the throne. “What about our people?”
“The royal family will be imprisoned and dealt with according to our people’s laws,” Amy said. “The rest of your people, well, that will be a decision we make at a later date.”
“A later date?” Violet said. She attempted to pull herself from her guards, and another blow was delivered, this one to the back of her head.
“Have her taken to a cell,” Amy said. “She needs some time to cool down.”
Violet was woozy, unable to respond, but Kyle only laughed. “Only way I ever saw her cool down was with half a gallon of that Zort liquor.”
“You certainly find your way around,” Lacy said.
Somewhere in the distance, an alarm was sounding. “Is there a way to silence that?” Amy asked.
Lacy frowned. “The alarm should have been silenced by our people when the surrender occurred.”
“It was, ma’am,” one of the soldiers said.
Kyle perked his ears up. “That one sounds different from the one from earlier.”
The king listened. “Oh no, oh no, not now.”
“What? What can’t be now?” Amy asked.
“This, this timing, no, no no no.”
“What?” Lacy asked, pulling the king so that he faced her. “What is it?”
“The Zort,” he said. “The Zort are here.”
The throne room was flooded into silence as the alarm continued to go off. A shadow fell upon the windows, the entire room beginning to shake.
Kyle couldn’t help but laugh.
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2020.09.19 09:41 purplemang 'Vote Informed' Youtube NZ advert for End of Life choice - Rant

When i had stage 2 cancer I subscribed to a couple of youtube channels of cancer patients that talk about their journey\whats going on. While visiting one due to a update video, I get an advert to the website "votesafe.co.nz".
This website really pissed me off and just shows how selfish and ignorant people are to the issue.
Quote from the website:
"“The Act states that someone as young as 18 with a terminal illness can choose euthanasia. This really scares me as an 18 year old myself.”– Rachel, First-time Voter, Waikato "
With the dates from memory, Watching my grandma die from stage 4 cancer slowly for 3-4 months in hospital , and then having 1 month of absolute pain and misery until they had to basically knocked her out on drugs just so she didn't have to deal with the pain and then that last week of every doctor\nurse basically waiting on her to die. It was horrible for everybody in the family, horrible beyond words for her and I would not wish that kind of suffering on anybody.
There solution to not allowing people to die peacefully if they have a medical condition that is terminal, is to "Improve access to palliative care", "Learn more about the process of death and dying", "Support each other showing true compassion".
Give me a fucking break, Try giving that solution to somebody suffocating daily in a hospital while there whole body is shutting down and in pain. Its disgustingly selfish to deny somebody a peaceful death to avoid a week or 2 weeks of pain, and allowing them to say goodbye on their terms.
To me, this comes down to selfishness, Ignorance and denial of reality .
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2020.09.18 13:52 nextzero182 I watch a horror movie every day, here's everything I watched in August

(2019) The Lighthouse 9.5/10
The visuals are jaw-dropping; almost every single frame of this film is photographic. The soundtrack is stripped down to just these haunting sounds of fog horns and piss buckets. The package everything is delivered in, from an artistic standpoint, is so memorable. The performances by Pattinson and Dafoe are both some of the best I’ve seen this entire year and really, the decade…possibly of all time. They deliver this brilliant script’s dialogue with such passion, humor and intensity. The story in this film is shrouded in mystery but the clues and tools needed to decipher it do exist and with a re-watch, finding them felt so rewarding.
(2007) Zodiac 9/10
This is one of my favorite Fincher movies and for anyone familiar with his stellar catalogue, that’s a bold claim. It feels so real and lived-in. The cast is absolutely stacked but so complimentary. It’s not the most violent film, it’s much more story driven but the moments of violence feel fucking powerful. The horror in this film isn’t about the serial killer, it’s really about obsession and Gyllenhaal absolutely nails his performance to bring that aspect home. Despite this film’s high praise by critics and regular assholes like myself, it is a slow-burn. It’s long and tedious and that aspect, which I love, could easily turn someone off.
(1981) Raiders of the Lost Ark 9/10
Raiders of the Lost Arc is such an important movie to me. It helped open my eyes to darker content as a child, for better or worse. It also introduced me to one of my favorite characters of all time, Indiana Jones. Harrison Ford doesn’t play a superhero in this movie, he’s very flawed and mortal. Yet, somehow he always seems to prevail, despite dire circumstances. Everything that could ever be said about this film has been said, I’m just here to show my appreciation.
(2014) Spring 8.5/10
This movie is wonderful, raw, natural and intriguing. It’s not over-acted or overthought in any way. It’s fucked up and complicated. This felt like an homage to Possession but the love story aspect really shines through. It feels helpless and hopeful at the same time. Benson’s script is amazing. The influences are impossible not to see but the dialogue is incredibly natural. The reactions are the same. I’ve always said that films shot in idyllic landscapes are a blank canvas for horror. There’s so much beautiful contrast.
(2007) Timecrimes 8.5/10
I loved this movie when I first saw it but upon rewatching it, I can’t help but stress its influence in the time-loop horror sub-genre. Sure films like Primer definitely helped pave the way but Timecrimes really manages to focus less on the science fiction and more on the horrifying consequences that come with time travel. I really enjoyed Karra Elajalde’s performance, his character’s physical and mental degradation throughout the film is really a high point to me. Almost all of these films on paper would seem predictable in concept but Timecrimes is just another one that manages to pull you in despite that. A part of me knew exactly how this was going to play out but a bigger part of me was too engrossed to be sure.
(2018) Gwen 8.5/10
This movie is an atmospheric slow burn down to the T so if that’s a sub-genre you generally don’t enjoy, this isn’t going to be something to change your mind. With that being said, it’s an incredibly heartbreaking story that, while exists in the folk-horror genre, subverts any and all expectations. The characters are real and suffering in this sort of beautiful but also incredibly bleak, barren landscape. Eleanor Worthington-Cox and Maxine Peaks carry the entire film. The story itself, while simple, yet powerful, is unwoven tediously, evoking all sorts of dread. I don’t think- scratch that, I know everyone is not going to like this movie. The plot is way too stripped down for mainstream appeal. If you find yourself empathizing with the characters and become personally involved in the period and setting, it can be an emotional watch.
(2005) Constantine 8.5/10
I was pretty surprised at the semi-mixed reaction to this film before I learned it was a comic book adaptation. Listen, I’ve obviously never even heard about this comic but let me just say, as a standalone movie, it’s fucking awesome. It’s basically Keanu Reeves battling his way through hell, murking demons and basically just being badass as shit. I love the entire cast, Rachel Weisz, Shia LaBeouf, etc. A true standout to me too was Tilda Swinton who plays the vague gendered Gabriel. The special effects, even 15 years later, are still fucking awesome. There’s a ton of CGI which isn’t always my favorite but it’s quality CGI that stands the test of time. I really loved this movie, I’d recommend it to anyone.
(2020) Relic 8/10
Robyn Nevin is fantastic here and all the supporting roles are great but not only does this woman make the movie, she is the movie. Her dialogue, her delivery and her body language, at least to me, are a huge chunk of the entire plot. I just found this movie to be gentle until it isn’t, which makes for the most tense moments. It’s a very claustrophobic film; I think it does justice to a very serious and frightening illness.
(1986) The Little Shop of Horrors 8/10
Okay to keep things real, I’ve never been a big musical dude but this movie is fun as hell. Rick Moranis is as goofy as ever and good god…the practical effects are mind-blowing. You’re watching this giant plant movie and it just melts your brain thinking about how it was accomplished. I had to look it up and after finding out it took sped-up footage, vocal matching with said footage and 60 men to operate this giant…puppet(?), I couldn’t be more impressed.
(2020) Palm Springs 8/10
It doesn’t take long to catch on that, while this is a romantic comedy, it’s also a sci-fi horror film and a specific subset of sci-fi that makes me anxious. So in some regards, at least to genre placement, there’s my bias. The movie is seriously a treat though. It’s a new spin on an old formula and it’s genuinely funny, suspenseful and endearing. Even if you disagree that it shouldn’t be discussed in the horror circles, you won’t regret watching it.
(1979) Nosferatu the Vampire 8/10
This film not only embodies and celebrates the original in terms of structure as well as substance, but in its restrained filmmaking methods; its ability to let shots live without intervention. It’s atmospheric, well-trimmed and just an all-around, exceptional film. Klaus Kinsi as Nosferatu is perfect; I loved the makeup design. His character is so out in the open that the shots have to be perfect in order to avoid the sillier pitfalls of films in the same vein attempting to achieve the same results. It still contains small doses of the eras beloved campiness, which I can appreciate to some degree, as it feels balanced within context. Dracula’s takeover of the town is anything but some violent, typical horror spectacle. Rather, Werner Herzog decides to portray it in a fever-dream-like fashion, elevated by the very minimal but well-used soundtrack.
(2009) The House of the Devil 8/10
Modern horror is no stranger to throwback aesthetics from earlier decades but in 2009, that wasn’t the case. Not only did this movie pioneer that but it did it so successfully. My absolute favorite aspect of this film is the retro feel. It captured 70’s horror so incredibly well. Ti West is a talented filmmaker and this is one of my favorites by him. It’s a slow burn but so sinister and despite many complaining that the payoff wasn’t worth the wait, I have to disagree. Also, the suspense during the build-up was my favorite part. The violence, especially early on, while limited, is so powerful and raw. It really set an uneasy tone for the rest of the runtime.
(1989) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade 8/10
You know, this movie was the least memorable of the trilogy to me and I think that holds up, to a degree. I like this movie a lot though, fuck it, I love this movie. It’s the least horror focused but still has at least one intense body-horror moment. I don’t think too many people talk about how brave this movie is though; it tackles one of the most divisive topics, religion and does so in such a thrilling fashion. Indy is still Indy here, he’s fucking badass; his character and dialogue excel in this entry immensely. Not just dialogue but this film contains some of the best action choreography of the entire series, something that almost seems unfairly diminished through repetition. This movie is fucking awesome.
(1984) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom 8/10
This is probably the most influential horror movie of my entire childhood. The first time I watched it I had to shut it off at the heart scene and I think it took a few more tries to even make it through the whole thing. Unlike Scream, watching this decades later didn’t really totally eliminate that. I think it’s a scary movie and a really dark turn in the trilogy. There are quirky aspects of it character wise that are kind of goofy but playful. Overall though, goddamn dude, these set pieces are amazing. I love this movie and I’m totally biased but there are so many iconic moments during it. Harrison Ford is also jacked to shit and just at an all-time fuck-shit-up mode. His greedy and gritty character compliments the plot incredibly well.
(1984) The Terminator 8/10
This movie, simply put, is badass as shit. Everything you could ever need to know about it is established in the very first scene. I’m aware the series kind of progresses into more action focused territory with the sequels but the original will always be a horror movie to me. The pacing, the unstoppable force that is Arnold, it’s all thrilling as shit. Sure, there’s a few instances of 80’s special effects that have aged like milk, mostly with the final scene but for the most part, the effects look dope still. Cameron hasn’t missed in his entire career in my opinion and this film is a benchmark in multi-genre spanning, epic, cinematic movies. I love it.
(2009) The Loved Ones 7.5/10
This is the film that got me into Sean Byrne and it’s really something special. It reminds of almost a modern day interpretation of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, if the dinner scene was the entire film. It’s a non-thinker, fun horror movie in a purest sense. Byrne seems aware of that and the story and pacing all cater to it so well. Robin McLeavy plays one of the most unlikable villains to date and that alone is a ticket for investment in this film. It would seem almost playful to a horror veteran but the sadistic and incestuous nature of her writing is something to behold. This is a popcorn movie but a great one at that.
(1973) The Crazies 7/10
There’s some silly and overly-eccentric characters, per Romero’s usual style but I actually enjoyed this one a lot. I’m not even speaking directly about the remake but this film inspired a lot of modern horror films and concepts. There’s this great scene with this old lady knitting that I just adore. The innocent and violent clash in such an effective way. Obviously the horror aspects in that scene, as well as the virus itself are very fictional. The government response though, seems almost plausible, considering how they’re currently handling Covid-19. The miscommunication within government agencies in this film is both satisfying and frustratingly accurate.
(2019) I Trapped the Devil 7/10
This one is a bit of a slow-burn but I felt the tension from beginning to end so none of it felt like a blind investment. It had the potential to be another, cookie-cutter, pretentious statement but what I found it to be was simply a well-crafted horror film. While this film doesn’t shoot for the moon, it executes a well-trimmed, concise story and I’d fully recommend it to anyone interested in satanic horror.
(1935) The Black Room 7/10
This is another Universal horror film starring Karloff, directed by Roy Neill. It presents itself with the usual, tight-knit flair you may have come to expect but it somehow has seen much less recognition than any of the major monster movies. I really liked this movie. Despite the predictable nature, I found the short run-time to be refreshing and the performances were great. It was also a really cleanly produced. I suspect that’s due to the lack of need for special effects but nevertheless, it’s a high point. Definitely check this one out. It feels warms and slightly gothic; overall, it’s just a very well-executed movie.
(2004) The Day After Tomorrow 6/10
This may be due to the unrealistic science fiction needed to drive these plots, but I can’t decide if Emmerich takes his own work seriously. These films are undoubtedly brilliant visual spectacles at times and pretty goddamn entertaining but also a breeding ground for vapid characters. However, his films also seem to have actual political and social commentary. In the case of this film, it’s the world’s most on-the-nose message about climate change. I’m not even sure how much of a criticism that is but take it for what you will. The intense scenes in this movie are legitimately intense and even watching this 16 years after it was released, the CGI is pretty great. New York city is a fun sandbox for disaster porn and I had a great time watching it.
(2014) The Possession of Michael King 6/10
I was pleasantly surprised by this one. The “Possession of” movies are a mixed bag and despite this one in particular being really low-budget, they did a great job at creating scary visuals. I loved the psychological torment, specifically this idea with flies that’s legitimately creepy as fuck. They take it to a level where I think right at the end it dips off into the ridiculous but not in a way that’s awful, just not to my personal tastes.
(2019) Sweetheart 6/10
Sweetheart is a fairly well-made survival horror film that starts out well but unfortunately fades into mediocrity. While the first half is actually more of a methodical portion of the film, it’s strangely the second act that feels like a chore to watch at times. There’s some talent to look out for here but it seems underdeveloped on this project. With that being said, it’s still really entertaining for the most part, just treat it more as a popcorn movie rather than something to really sink your teeth into.
(2013) Boar 6/10
Yeah I don’t even really know what to say. It’s a killer boar movie. It’s fun, the gore is pretty great and it’s well-paced. I don’t really feel inspired to write a novel about it but it’s worth a watch.
(2014) Digging up the Marrow 6/10
I’m not surprised to hear people complaining about this film because it’s by no means perfect. However, I am surprised to hear so many people targeting Adam Green’s ego as being the shining flaw in this movie. I have no bias towards the guy, I’m a casual fan but I do think that people mistook the meta-aspects of this story to be simply for self-service. With that being said, I like this movie. I don’t love it but the build-up was pretty intense, carried by an always somewhat unhinged Ray Wise. I’m glad they didn’t show a ton right away or really, at all, because it would have been even cheesier. This is a fun movie though that’s really not meant to be taken all that seriously. The creature design is cool and it’s just an easily digestible popcorn flick. I would have re-wrote the ending a bit to be less convoluted and abrupt (paradoxical almost, I know) but I can still recommend this one.
(2015) The Vatican Tapes 6/10
I didn’t have high hopes for this one, exorcism movies are just so oversaturated. With that being said, I was pleasantly surprised. The horror of it all, the culmination or whatever, is exactly what you’d expect and if that seems like a spoiler, it’s more of a statement on the sub-genre itself. It’s the build-up and basically entire first half that impressed me. I truly felt like the events that conspire could happen to anyone. This was by no means a waste of time, despite how many times this story has been done.
(2014) The Last Showing 5.5/10
Robert Englund lends his talents to a b-movie of sorts here but the end product isn’t that bad. Outside of him, the acting isn’t bad either. Chris Geere from You’re the Worst is actually in it and he’s such a hilariously miserable cunt. It entertained me enough but in the end, felt really bland. I’m feeling pretty eh on this one.
(2017) Lost Child 5/10
Lost Child wasn’t quite what I was expecting, which in some ways, was the only thing I enjoyed about it. They keep the mystery going for a long time and to their credit, I was never exactly sure how things were going to play out. Unfortunately, it’s just really boring and there’s no huge payoff. I liked a few of the characters and as far as production and acting goes, it was just fine. It’s kind of one of those mid-movies that doesn’t do a whole lot wrong but also doesn’t do a whole lot right.
(2019) In the Tall Grass 4.5/10
People seem to be pretty divisive about this film to the point where not a lot of middle ground criticism is being offered but that’s where it lands to me. It often engaged me, I like a lot of the sci-fi aspects, felt there were a few good performances and I didn’t hate the conclusion. With that being said, not a single aspect of this movie wow’d me in any fashion. It feels like it actually could have been shortened a bit, as in like an episode of an anthology. I don’t hate it but I don’t love it either.
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2020.09.17 22:49 Tadpole_Background Skank Quinn Fabray Season 3 Analysis

This analysis is for @bingley777, @tracyschmosby
Quinn Fabray is one of the most complexly written characters to ever appear on Glee. Quinn suffers from mostly inconsistent writing and unfinished plotlines, but actress Dianna Agron who plays Quinn, put on a masterful performance to let us see all that is going on with Quinn Fabray. Quinn is a highly divisive character and seems to have both as many supporters as she does haters. Quinn’s character seems to vastly change depending on the season and this post is specifically on season 3 (specifically skank Quinn Fabray, there will be a full analysis of Quinn coming later.
First some background on the character. Quinn Fabray is born as Lucy “Quinn” Fabray to two upper middle class parents in Ohio, she originally lived in a different area of the state before moving to Lima and attending McKinley for her high school years. When we meet her in Season 1 is captain of the school’s cheerleading squad, the Cheerios, and is in a relationship with quarterback of the football team Finn Hudson. Within season 1 we find out that she is pregnant with McKinley’s resident bad boy Noah “Puck” Puckerman and is kicked out of her home. Throughout the season she lives with Finn, Puck and later Mercedes Jones. At the end of the season she gives up her baby for adoption to Rachel’s birth mother Shelby Corcoron. After her mother goes to watch her at regionals where she goes into labor she is invited to move back home after her mom kicked her father out for cheating.
In season 2 Quinn comes back just as she did at the beginning of season 1, ready to be head of the cheerios and back to being top of the social ladder. Within the season she begins dating new student and potential new quarterback of the football team Sam Evans, this is Quinn’s best relationship of the over the course of the show, despite cheating on him with Finn about halfway through the season. After Sam finds out he breaks it off with her, leaving Quinn single for a few weeks before she begins dating Finn again. But once again for the majority of their relationship Finn doesn’t have eyes for her, he has eyes for Rachel Berry, whom he was dating at the beginning of the season but broke up with her after she cheated on him. During their relationship the pair get nominated for Prom Queen, something that Quinn hyper fixated on and tries to get the couple to win. During this time her past at her previous school comes to light, Quinn is a formerly bullied and nerdy child who lost weight and got a nose job to feel comfortable in her own body. Their relationship ends during the episode “The Funeral” when Finn breaks up with her after attending the Funeral Sue’s sister, Finn makes a speech about how he feels more emotionally connected to Rachel and is mad that Quinn doesn’t show enough emotion. This causes Quinn to say she has big plans for their nationals trip to New York, where she subsequently breaks down and wishes that someone would just love her, which results in a haircut.
When we meet Quinn in season 3, she has shed the baby doll dresses, cheerio uniforms and heels, for pink dyed hair, darker and baggier clothing that would fall into the punk/metal genre and she joins a group called the Skanks and has stopped going to class and Glee. Several times at the beginning of the season different members of the glee club try to recruit her back but to no avail. Within the beginning of the school year starting she finds out that the adoptive mother of her daughter has taken a teaching position at the school. Quinn continues her new and erratic behavior and ends up fighting with her former Glee teacher Mr. Schue after her former cheerleading coach recruits her to attempt to take down the Glee club once again. We start to see Quinn come back to herself when Shelby finds her one day and offers her a place in Beth’s life if she changes back to her old ways, she even gives Quinn a picture of Beth and this is the first time we see Quinn truly break down over the situation at hand. So Quinn dyes her back to it’s blonde color and begins to start dressing like she used to and rejoins Glee and even participates in the musical. She works up enough trust with Shelby where she and Puck are allowed to babysit Beth on their own, Quinn has devised a plot to frame Shelby for child abuse by planting things like a baby canibalism book and hot sauce. Shelby ends up finding out and bans Quinn from seeing Beth, Quinn continues to try and plot to get her daughter back the apex of this situation coming to light when she finds out that Puck has been sleeping with Shelby. She plans on telling the school and this will cause Shelby to lose her job and most likely custody of her child which would allow Quinn to get custody. She ends up being talked out of this by Rachel and decides to move on and begins to look at colleges to apply to.
Alright so let's unpack Skank Quinn!/Baby Stealing Quinn! Despite this being my least favorite plot line in the entirety of Glee it really does give us a look into what Quinn was going through at the time. Quinn has most likely been suffering from some kind of mental illness since the end of season 1, while Quinn comes back to school in full form in season 2 and appears to be her normal self she is most likely just masking what she is feeling because she believes that if she gets back to where she was pre-baby season 1, then she’ll feel better about everything. This would explain why she rejoins the cheerios, despite their toxic culture, and starts dating Sam who has the potential to replace Finn as quarterback of the football team (though I do believe that Sam and Quinn genuinely liked each other). It could also explain why she cheats with Finn on Sam, seems to desperately care about status and popularity and Finn is still quarterback of the football team and the two of them make the “perfect” high school couple, in terms of popularity which would explain her briefly wanting to go back to him despite loving Sam and choosing him in the end. So after Finn breaks it off with her season 2 for Rachel (again) and tells her that she doesn’t feel anything (despite watching her get kicked out and hears her claim that her family doesn’t talk about anything). So we now have her feelings of inadequacy about not being a good enough girlfriend and the lingering feelings she has about giving up her baby. So at some point in the summer between seasons 2 and 3, Quinn decides to give herself a full makeover. This was most likely a cry for attention by Quinn, if you have a teenager that has that drastic of a personality shift in only a few months then something is seriously wrong with them either in their home life or emotionally/mentally.
Quinn at this point has mostly been suffering from undiagnosed postpartum depression, postpartum depression or PPD occurs in about 1 in every seven woman or about 15 percent of woman and about 70-80 percent of women experience some kind of depression or sadness after giving birth (often called the baby blues), which many times intensifies into something more severe like PPD. Quinn also gave birth as a teenager which doubles her chances of getting PPD and triples her chances of getting some undiagnosed mental illness. Now you may be thinking well that only gives her a 30% chance getting PPD, however Quinn shows many symptoms throughout the show of having the disorder this includes things like: severe mood swings, withdrawing from friends and family, feelings of worthlessness shame or guilt, diminished ability to make good decisions, reduced interest in activities you used to enjoy, increased irritability and anger. Quinn may have even had a less severe case of postpartum psychosis which include obsessive thoughts about your baby, excessive energy and agitation, and attempts to harm yourself or your baby. Everything I listed is something that Quinn displays within the context of the show, with all of this information I feel like in good conscience any trained professional would diagnose Quinn with either PPD or postpartum psychosis.
So here you have a teenager with an undiagnosed mental illness and what appears to be no support system in place who is struggling with all of these adult feelings and no resources to put the name to what she feels. Now some of you may disagree with me when I say this but hear me out, up until this point Quinn has been failed by most of the adults in her life, season 3 Quinn had such a drastic personality shift that any adult should have recognized and checked in to see if everything is all right. Educators and those who work with students on a regular basis are given warning signs and Quinn's dramatic shift is something that to most educators would raise a red flag especially at her age. So I know many people think that when Mr Schue yelled at Quinn at the beginning of season 3, but in reality he should have checked in on her and made sure she was ok and everything was ok at home. Also a majority of the things he says to Quinn can be disproven. First off he says Quinn isn't a little girl anymore and when will she stop playing the victim, Quinn is most likely 17 and while we often believe that these characters should do better or should realize better they are still kids who have no real world experience and their brains are still developing for about another 10 years. Then he asks when Quinn is going to stop playing the victim, Quinn is a victim of shitty circumstances and bad parenting. Quinn was thrown out of her house at 15/16 by her parents and was then essentially homeless for nine months and sure you can argue that she got herself into that situation by sleeping with Puck (though like many I do believe it's rape or at best a morally ambiguous situation). Many people are not going to come out the other side without any issues, Quinn is still allowed to consider herself a victim of that situation because she had to learn and go through things that many teenagers don't. The biggest being that she doesn't have the unconditional love and support of her parents, those are people who are supposed to love you no matter your flaws and Quinn's parents threw her out at the first mistake she made. He then goes onto claim that Quinn has been trying to sabotage the Glee club since the beginning, and while that was originally the case there are plenty of times where Quinn sticks up for the Glee Club and does things (albeit not always publicly to try and help them). He then goes to talk about how she wasn't thankful for the Glee Club and all the times the helped her, this once again not true. We see her thank Mercedes for letting her live with them, she thanks Mr Schue for being a good teacher and tells him that he'll be a good dad one day, she forgives Rachel for telling Finn that he wasn't the babies dad. He finishes his rant by calling Quinn a trainwreck and is insulted that she blames him for all of this and that she should grow up. First of all no educator should be talking to one of their students like this, it's wrong and it could have caused Quinn to take drastic measures and do something bad to herself. Teenagers often blame and take their frustrations out on adults, specifically adults that they can trust, Quinn does not have many adults in her life that she trusts but she does trust Mr Schue, so she believes that if she yells and tests him and lets her anger out on an adult that she deems safe and that will still be there for her after the fact then maybe she will feel better.
Puck also makes a really good point during this time when she invites him over to her house to try and have a baby again, he says "we just spent a week helping with Santana with a problem that everyone already knows and no one took ten seconds to help you" and he's right. The Glee Club said some nasty things at her expense season 1 when she was pregnant and then they all watched her go back home to the house she was kicked out of. From what we see none of them really offer support or check in and see how she's doing after the fact, but we seem them band together to help Kurt with his bullying or Santana with her sexuality, put we don't see it happen with Quinn. Sure we see them sing Lean On Me to her and Finn and Mercedes does let her live with her but most of the time their content to let Quinn deal with her problems on her own.
In conclusion Quinn was most likely suffering from Postpartum Depression and was not receiving help from anyone in her life and was making all of these bad decision either as a cry for help or because she believed it would make her feel better. Quinn was a teenager girl dealing with adult problems and feelings that were often to big for her to name and this resulted in her lashing out and making bad decisions.
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2020.09.15 00:24 MegatronSackTap Recording In Progress

So, I’m writing this today for a few different reasons. Firstly, I’ve always been aware of these creepy stories I’d see online, but I’ve been seeing them more, and more lately. I’m not sure if it’s just due to the Halloween season creeping up on us, or if these kinds of events have become more frequent lately. Either way, I thought it was finally time I share my own experience here.
I’ve never really talked to anyone about this before, partly because I didn’t think anyone would believe it, and partly because I’m still not entirely sure what happened myself. But what happened that night has definitely stuck with me, no matter how dream-like it may seem in hindsight, in those moments it was as real to me as the nose on my face. That kind of terror doesn’t just go away so easily, no matter how hard your brain tries to rationalize it.
In order to understand the situation better here’s some context. I work as a closing manager for an old retail store, one of the chains of stores that died off in the early 2000’s, and only a few locations still exist. It’s always nerve racking trying to keep our sales up, and the doors open, but since we’re so far out from any overseeing corporation, we’re allowed to function on our own, making decisions and store changes as we please. Because of this we’re all more like friends than coworkers, and we have each others backs whenever something comes up, be it a problem customer, or a surprise visit from our regional manager.
The thing about the store is that we don’t have a lot of firm rules and regulations that we uphold on the day to day aside from keeping the store in order, helping customers, and making sure the tills don’t go over a certain dollar amount without being pulled, and reset. All the usual sort of stuff. When it comes to closing the store, there’s a rule that requires us to always leave the store in pairs. That means whenever there is anyone in the store closing up, or anyone going into the parking lot at night, we need to exit in pairs. The other managers always speculated that it was some corporate policy to keep managers from stealing from the safe, or someone from getting mugged in the parking lot. To be honest, none of us really minded the rule all that much as it protected us from being suspected of theft, and the area is actually a bit dicey at night.
I always followed this rule pretty diligently, until one night a few associates were going to get some drinks, and wanted to head out early. They invited me to go along, but I still had till’s to settle, and the safe to deal with before I could leave. In hindsight, if I knew then what I know now, I never would have stayed there alone. I would have had them stay a bit later with me, and we could have all gone out together, a round on me for the delay. But as they say, hindsight’s 20/20. I didn’t make them stay, I let the others out and told them to have a good time as I locked up the front doors behind them.
What happened next was a series of bizarre events, that I still think about to this day. After locking up the front door, and the shudder gate behind it, I went back to the cash office to finish settling the till for register one. Normally I listened to music on my phone while I did this, as the store music could be heard through the walls of the cash office, and was generally pretty annoying. But my phone was at 3% at that point, and I didn’t want to drain it completely unless I needed it on the way home.
Funny thing about the terrible music that played in the store, is that there are only two ways to turn off the music, the most common being to pick up one of the store phones, and use the intercom to just silence it out with the white noise. This wasn’t uncommon among the older managers who’d worked there for years, as they hated listening to the overly poppy out of date music after hours. The second way to turn that awful music off, would be to go into the electrical closet, locate the correct switch, and turn it off manually. But that was more dangerous as nothing is clearly labeled and flipping the wrong switch could cause power loss to our computers, registers, or even our security alarm, automatically calling the alarm company, and local PD. Needless to say, we usually avoid doing that, and just opt for the intercom system, leaving a phone off the hook, just remembering to put it back before we leave for the night.
This night I had just let the music play, as it didn’t bother me as much as the quiet would, and I was hoping to finish up, and be out of the store shortly. I mention this detail, because just as I was finishing up the verification of the first register I realized that the music had stopped playing. I wasn’t sure when exactly it happened, but it was like one minute “I saw the sun...” was droning in the background, and then silence. I turned around to look at the monitor behind me that shows one aisle in the store leading all the way to the doors out back, where our break room and receiving are. The monitor was a direct feed to the one, and only camera in the store, and despite the “Recording In Progress” sign displayed on the aisle’s corrisponding monitor, it couldn’t be further from the truth. Our store didn’t have the funds for more camera’s, let along a way of storing recordings, so all we had was a live feed. The monitor was displaying the aisle as always, empty, except for the occasional buzzing line that would roll down the screen.
I thought it was strange that the radio was off, and began to wonder if maybe someone had been left behind in the store. It’s true that I hadn’t walked the store after locking up, and I never checked the break room to make sure everyone had left as a group. I started kicking myself in the back for not making sure, although in the back of my mind I was playing out everyone’s faces as they’d left, and I had been so sure they were all together. Leaving the cash office I shut the door behind me, and stepped out into the main store area, half expecting to see a grumpy employee, ready to be let out. But there was no one near the front. I thought of calling out to see if anyone was around, but for some reason, my gut told me not to. I’m not sure if it’s from all the crime shows I watched growing up, or what, but I scanned the areas of the store that I could see, and found no one. So I walked over the keypad by the door, and watched the display to make sure our back entrance was locked down correctly. The display cycled through each point of security in the store “Area 1 Armed” our receiving area in the back of the store, “Area 2 Ready To Arm” the cash office that I’d just come from “Area 3 Ready To Arm” and finally the alarm for the store’s entrance, and motion sensor that engages when we leave for the night. All seemed to be in order there, so there’s no way someone came in from the outside.
With that realization I relaxed a bit of the tension that built up in my shoulders. I hadn’t noticed it was there until I let it go. I thought I should do a walk of the store, and check out the break room just to make sure no one had been left behind back there. I was a little freaked out at first, but started relaxing when I reminded myself about the alarms on the exits, the locked doors, and shudders keeping anyone that might want to get in, out. Despite all the rationalizing however, I couldn’t fully relax that last bit of concern I had in my gut. The silence stretching across the store served as a reminder that something was still off.
Kicking myself in the back again for letting everyone go early, and not checking the store properly, I grabbed a pair of dull scissors from the customer service desk, and went about checking all the phone receivers before heading out back. The phones were all on the hook, nothing out of the ordinary, aside from the silence. Somehow that didn’t help settle my stomach at all.
As I walked down the main aisles of the store I peaked down each row, feeling like any minute I might pass by Rachel, or Mark on their way to the front. Maybe we’d both have a laugh and say something like “You scared me!” before heading out together. But I never did. Each empty aisle felt like another knot twisting up my intestines. The eerie silence of the store stretching out for eternity.
If you’ve ever been somewhere after hours, that you shouldn’t have been, you may know this feeling. Staying after school until the sun goes down, staying late at work by yourself, or falling asleep somewhere like a bus or a train, and waking up to find you’re all alone in a place that doesn’t feel natural when it’s so empty and quiet? Yeah, that sort of feeling. Like you’re stepping into a place that you never should have been. At least not without the comfort of numbers, or even some kind of ambient sound to break the sort of tension that builds up in a space like that.
When I finally reached the back of the store I felt like there was a pressure building up in me like at any moment it was going to pop. I was so on edge at that point, that I was practically begging to run into someone just to break the tension, just to shake that awful feeling of isolation, and paranoia. As I pushed through the break room doors, a little more forcefully than I’d expected I looked around to see any coats or bags left on hooks to denote the presence of another familiar person. But just as I’d thought, there was nothing there. No rolled up snack bags from lunch, no purse, or coat, or anything else to show that anyone had ever been there. Some part of me must have wondered in that moment if anyone had indeed ever been there before. At that moment I felt more small, and alone, than I’ve ever felt before in my life.
Still the silence stretched on, almost deafening in it’s weight at this point. I never thought there would be a time when I’d give anything to hear those terrible pop songs, and out dated tracks. But there I was, a bundle of nerves, and cooling sweat, wishing I could hear anything but my own tight breath. I gripped the nearly forgotten scissors in my hands to anchor myself. As if to shield me, I put them in front of me as I thought back through the alarms, the locks, the shudders. Nothing could get in, there’s no way anyone would have been in the store with me. Unless they were already in the store before we closed.
As the thought crossed my mind I felt my stomach drop. I’d never considered it before now. “Unless they were already in the store…” my mind repeated over, and over as I licked my dry lips. I’d been so concerned about someone breaking in, that I’d never stopped to consider, that they could have been there all along. I could hear my own pulse, and my fingers felt cold, and clammy around the scissors.
I could feel the tightness in my legs as I tried to bring myself another step towards the receiving area. It was the only other entrance or exist from the store, and there was a phone in the back. The only phone left that could have been using the intercom system. I patted around my pockets with my freehand, realizing then that I’d left my phone in the locked office at the front of the store. I felt so stupid for not bringing it, and at the same time, I felt stupid when I thought about what I would do if I’d brought it. Would I call the police? And tell them what, that I got spooked after breaking protocol and staying in the store by myself? Would I call another manager in the late hours of the night, and ask them to come check out the store with me? The more I thought it over, the more alone I felt. I didn’t know what to do, or what to think, but I decided I needed to at least know for sure what was happening.
I shifted the scissors in my hand, and stiffened up my back. I wasn’t about to look like some fool getting scared of nothing. I was going to face whatever this was head on. After all, it could have just been the wind, or some hooligan messing around the store after hours trying to prank me, or do some silly overnight challenge you see online sometimes. Feeling a new sense of power from that thought I pushed past the receiving doors with a measured degree of caution, and confidence.
The receiving lights are on a motion sensor, and after forty five or so minutes of inactivity will drop into a dim eco mode, where only a quarter of the lights remain on. I’ve been in this store for a few years now, and have gotten used to this, being able to see easily in the dim light, and even knowing how to move through without triggering the old motion sensor. The lights were in eco mode at this point, and somehow that took some of the weight off my shoulders. Knowing that the lights had a long window of time before they timed out, one that surely would have been more than my store walk had taken, and knowing that anyone unfamiliar with our store would have set off the motion sensor, made me feel a sense of safety. In that moment I felt alone again, not the terrifying loneliness I’d felt before, but a more secure sort of independent feeling.
I moved through the big room with ease, past the packed bays, and pallets of overstock, back towards the corded phone, and receiving door. I could feel the tension from before slipping away as I walked through the space. It was familiar to me, and I felt safe again. The store had become like a second home to me over the years, and I felt that I knew all of it’s inner workings like the back of my hand. This was my turf, and any thought of another person lurking around was all but put out of my mind as the room stayed dim, and quiet.
When I reached the phone I saw that it had been knocked off the hook by a cute toy robot our inventory manager kept on the shelf above. I almost laughed at how silly I had been before. The toy must have just fallen, and knocked the phone off it’s base. I put things back as they should be, still smiling about the whole situation as I went back towards the front of the store. This time though I’d put the toy on the opposite end of the shelf. As silly as it may have been, I’d had enough of a scare for that night to last me for a week.
As I was walking up the long aisle leading to the front I looked up at the monitor on the other end. “Recording In Progress”, yeah sure. I often watched that hazy monitor as I approached thinking how lame it was, when we all knew full well it wasn’t really recording anything. But as I smirked up at the monitor in my approach, I saw what looked like a flicker of light clicking on through the receiving door windows.
I felt my blood run cold as the realization dawned on me, that something had just set off the motion sensor light. Something big, and fast enough that the old dim sensor could pick it up. All at once as my pulse picked up I felt my feet carrying me forward before I could even think to move them. I was running then, mindlessly trying to get as far away from whatever could have been back there. As I made it to the front of the aisle, nearly beyond the view of the monitor I saw something out of the corner of my eye. With my last view of the monitor as I rounded the corner, I could see something barreling out of the two swinging doors I’d just come from. I never got a good look at it, but whatever it was, it was big. Big enough to flow through both of the huge doors with a resounding bang that echoed through the empty store.
I didn’t stick around to find out, I burst past the main office doors, and fumbled my manager key into the lock of the cash office door. My heart was so loud in my ears it sounded like a thousand sets of feet thundering right behind me, like the hounds of hell reaching for my heels. When the lock clicked in one exuberant moment I ripped the door open, and wrapped myself tight around it, pulling it closed faster than I’d expected possible for the weighty storm door.
As the door shut I heard a loud thud as a massive pressure slammed against the other side. What followed was an on slot of banging, and crashing against the reinforced door. I never had a chance to breath before I heard it. A sound so blood curdling, and horrible I just stood there frozen in terror. Blood like ice in my veins as every hair on my body stood on end. The sound was so far from human, that it blew away any thoughts I might have had about hooligan pranks, or intruders.
As the pounding increased on the door, and the unearthly screams filled the air I thought again about the alarms, the locked doors, and the shudders. They’d given me a sense of safety before, thinking that if no one could get in that everything would be okay, but now. Now they just terrified me even more. Whatever that thing was just beyond the door, it was big, inhuman, and starting to shake the door frame with it’s assault. Even worse, if I were to call for help now, no one could even get in to help without a key.
I remembered my cellphone on the table beside me, like some kind of miracle in all of this. Without a second thought I grasped for my phone, and pulled up my contacts to call another manager. I knew Jake, the day manager would be opening in the morning, and had a key to open the doors. If I called him he could come with the police, and maybe do something about whatever was outside now, thundering what sounded like hundreds of thrashing limbs across the floor and walls of the main office hall.
My battery was at 2% now as I heard the dial tone on the other end of the line. As soon as the ringing started the sounds from the hall went silent. An eerie sort of silence that followed such a cacophony of noise from before. The coils in my stomach tightened again at this. As the ringing continued my brain ran through what was happening. Whatever that thing was out there, it wasn’t human, but worse still, it wasn’t just some animal. It could hear me in that office, it could hear the muffled sounds of the dial through the steel door, through my cupped hand, through my body. It could hear all that, and was now so deathly silent, that had I not heard it there before, I might have never known it was ever there at all. Whatever it was, it was capable of hunting, in complete silence, and I thought then about the unease I’d felt walking through the store alone. Had it been following me, stalking me through the aisles? How close was it then, lingering silently, just out of sight? If I hadn’t gotten lucky, if I hadn’t seen the lights click on when I did, I don’t know what it could have done.
The ringing stopped as an automated voice chimed up that I’d reached voice mail. I wanted to curse, and shout at him for not picking up, but for all the anger I felt, the terror, and panic swallowed it up as I realized my batter had dropped to 1% and was flashing red as the screen was dimmed down to barely visible. I hit redial on the recent calls list, hoping, and pleading. “Pick up, pick up, please pick up!” I whispered frantically into the phone as my eyes shot around to room for a charger, an outlet, a forgotten cellphone, something, anything to get help.
The ringing stopped, and for a second I thought I’d gotten through “Jake are you there?! Hello??” I was shouting into the phone in a panic. “Hello?! Are you there??” Silence. I stared down at my phone to see the screen had gone black. I’d never gotten through before the battery died. I slumped to the floor still staring at the screen. I wanted to cry. My body ached from all the stress, and my head was pounding. I just wanted to go home, and forget any of this ever happened. And I almost did cry. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes, and my heart climbing up my throat to choke me as the silence filled the air.
And that’s when I heard it. A sound like a squeaky wheel, or the wheezing sound you might hear when you let the air out of a balloon just right. That sound slipped under the door, and stretched across the room like a haunting reminder of what was waiting just outside. I’d nearly forgotten in all my frustration, what I was so afraid of. The sound broke occasionally, and twisted on itself, wheezing turned into a crackled sort of vocalization as it folded, and stretched.
“HhHe.. Ll..” I could hear it, pressed up against the base of the door now. “Hhh..E- Lo..” I shuddered at the twisted up assimilation of speech digging into my ears. I tried covering my them with my hands, but it was practically useless against that unnatural thing. “Hhh..Ello.. YhHh.. ThrHh..” It wheezed through the crack under the door as the frame creaked against it’s weight. “NO!” I screamed back, out of fear, or frustration I still don’t know. But as the sound left my mouth I regretted it immediately.
“Nohh.” It said back, more clearly than before, in a voice that began to sound a bit more human. “No.” I scrunched myself up tightly around my knees pressing my hands to my ears. This was insane, this couldn’t really be happening I thought.
“NO!” it shouted as a bang hit the door. This couldn’t be happening, I must have fallen asleep while counting the drawers. I must be asleep in the office, I’ll wake up any minute, and go home. I told myself all of these things and more in my head over, and over. Just trying to keep my mind together as that uncanny voice on the other side of the door began sounding more, and more like my own, but wrong. So wrong, and off, that it couldn’t possibly be a proper mimicry.
“Hello…?” Clearly this time it came through the door. “Are you there?” I felt my breath stop at that. The silence hung in the air thick like molasses as the sweat cooled on the back of my neck. My own voice was coming through the door, clearer with each syllable. “Are you there?” As sort of scratching noise ran across the base of the door, agonizingly slow, followed by a loud inhale of air, pulling the dust from the floor the dance. “No. You are there.” It said matter of factly.
I was frozen there on the floor after that. Silence hanging in the air. The beast outside the door, me trapped inside, no way of calling for help, and the certainty that it not only knew I was here, but it was smart. And seeming to learn more each second. How long until the door gave way, or it figured out some way to break the lock? How long until it got to me? How long until I went mad staring at that door.
“Hello.” Something solid thumped against the door, shooting pain through my already stiff body. “Hello!” It slammed again harder as trailing sounds of tumbling limbs followed. “HELLO!” It seemed to begin barreling at the door over, and over as the slamming began again in earnest. “HELLO-HELLO-HELLO!! YOU ARE THERE! YOU ARE THERE!!!” A raucous rolling sound of scraping, thudding, and screeching beat against the door as I pushed myself as far back under the table as I could, pulling my legs tightly up to my chest.
I’m not sure how much time passed like that. I sat there, staring at the door in silent terror, watching dust fall from the frame, knowing any second might be my last. The sounds echoed across the walls, and swallowed me up. Somewhere underneath it all I could faintly hear the poppy music being swallowed up by monstrous groans, and screams.
It wasn’t until the following morning when the door finally did click open. After all that time frozen with terror, I was too shocked to do anything as the door easily slid open. I stared at the door handle for what felt like eternity as it did. Feeling almost betrayed that it would open so easily to leave me to that beast. But as the light of the hall came in, and my heart was ready to explode I saw him. Jake the opening manager. He stumbled a bit as he made eye contact with me.
“What the hell? What are you doing in there?” He stood in the doorway staring at me, but I couldn’t think of anything to say, I couldn’t even bring myself to move from that spot under the table. I was too afraid to even take my eyes off of him, at the off chance that it wasn’t really Jake at all, but some monster in disguise. He tried to approach but, I pushed back against the wall. “Whoa, are you okay? What’s going on??” He crouched down by the doorway, and I could see behind him the morning light coming through the hall window.
“What.. time is it?” I asked, not realizing until that moment how dry, and sore my throat had been. He told me it was seven A.M. and that he was getting ready to open the store. He looked over the tills, and money left on the table from the night before with a worried look. After that, he kept prodding me for what happened the night before, but I couldn’t find the words to describe the events, or even know if I wanted to. I’d been working at this location for almost four years, and never had I experienced anything like that before. As I struggled to get up from the floor, and think of how to make him understand what really happened, I looked up at the monitor again. The camera feed buzzed across the screen as our morning cashier walked up the aisle with her coffee in hand. I could see the morning light dimly through the low res feed. If only it had been recording the night before. I looked down at my dead phone, feeling numb and cold after the restless night.
“I think..” I said around my dried out tongue. “I think I need to take some time off.” He sighed shakily and gave me a hand up off the concrete floor. “Ya think?” He gave me a half smirk, but I could still see the worry in his eyes as he tried to play it off. “Go home, and get some rest, just give us a call when you’re feeling better okay?”
After that night I slept for what felt like three days, unsure how to handle the things I’d seen that night. I took two weeks off from work, and tried to take my mind off of the event. None of my coworkers really questioned me about what happened when I got back, but I could see by the way their eyes followed me that they wanted to. It was definitely suspicious how I was found that morning, but nothing was missing, and no one seemed to want to upset me by asking about what happened. For that I was thankful. It took me a long time to feel comfortable enough to even come back to work at all.
I still work there to this day, and I’ve never had another incident. But from that point on, I never stayed in the store alone again. And every time someone asks to silence the store music, I feel a chill run down my spine. I’ve never told anyone what happened that night, and I didn’t think I ever would. Until now.
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2020.09.11 00:04 CaptKutchiesTA The Kutchie's Key Lime Pie Mystery Part 1: Overview, Theories and Leads

The mystery of Captain Kutchie and his key lime pie has haunted the internet for over a decade now.It’s been extensively written on elsewhere, so I won’t spend long on the details I assume many already know, so check this link for some more in-depth info (https://www.reddit.com/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/9wo93c/other_an_indepth_look_at_kutchies_key_lime_pies/ )
The basis of the mystery though, is that since 2010, an individual or group has been writing cryptic, bizarrely written rants on various websites about a restaurant called Captain Kutchie’s Key West Cafe, usually focusing on either the key lime pies served at this restaurant, or the owner, Oswald “Kutchie” Paleaz. For a long time, it was unclear that Kutchie’s actually existed, but it was eventually discovered that the restaurant did exist, and was open from the 1970s until 2009, at the address 2227-2201 Asheville Hwy, Hendersonville, NC 2879. The messages about Kutchie’s have turned up in various places throughout the internet, but they usually share a common format. Here is one sample:
“I Tried The Captain Kutchie’s Key Lime Pies And Those PieGasams Healed All My Symptoms Within The First 4-Weeks! I highly Recommend Captain Kutchie’s Key Lime Pies For Anything That Ails You!….(“They’re Great”!!!.).. .. …Kobe Bryant May Be Retiring From Basket Ball But Captain Kutchie’s Is Still His Pie Of Choice!… …Can’t Get Enough Of That Key Lime Pie, Key Lime Pie, Key Lime Pie. Can’t Get Enough Of That Key Lime Pie Or I’ll Just Cry Until I Die, I Don’t Know Why I Just Love My Key Lime Pies!…. .\ .”
So, this is a typical example of what the posts look like, showing many of the common hallmarks: non-syntactic sentences, Capitalization Of Every Word, references to celebrities or politicians liking the pies and an odd radio-announcer like tone are some hallmarks of the writing style, though it can vary. It isn’t hard to see why, after finding these messages strewn across the internet like litter by the side of a freeway, people have gotten sucked into the investigation, and become suspicious of deeper meanings.
This 2-part longpost is going to be looking through the various writings of the mysterious poster over the years and the theories surrounding them, eventually leading up to my own personal quest to solve the mystery, and the findings I’ve made. I do not have a true wrap-up to this case, but I believe I have done the most in-depth research of anyone up until now, and I have discovered some hitherto unexplored leads. First, a look at the theories surrounding the case posited by other investigators over the years:
A Bot- This is a common theory due to the connection to a business, and the fact that the poster seems to respond to certain keywords (topics involving pie, sex, politics, and baby boomer pop culture). However, I think this one can be dismissed out of hand, the reason being that accounts connected to Kutchie’s have engaged and responded to people in a non-botlike way. More on that later. Beyond that, I can’t see any reason for someone to program such a bot, since there’s nothing to be gained from having a bot spend a decade posting nonsense about a defunct restaurant.
Oswald Pelaez himself- This is another one I’ve seen a few times, the assumption being that the posts are the Captain having a senior moment, or just fucking around in his old age. A visit to Pelaez’s Facebook page shows that he did indeed have a word-salad writing style, albeit not the exact same as the Kutchie's poster. However, it seems unlikely that this was the case, as a Redditor reported having contacted one of Pelaez’s sons, and finding that the Pelaez family appeared equally baffled.
An autistic or schizophrenic individual with a fixation on the restaurant: This suggestion derives from the unique writing style and monomaniacal interest of the poster. I have seen mental health professionals weighing in saying that the stream-of-conscious nature of the posts recalls their patients. I think people are drawn to this explanation because it puts something of a wholesome spin on the mystery- an individual with social/cognitive difficulties had a good experience at the restaurant while growing up in Asheville all those years ago, and now he wants to tell the internet about it in his one way. However, as again shown through communications with the poster, they are able to switch out of their “posting voice” and become more lucid, which may put this theory into doubt, or at least implies that the individual behind the posts is more high-functioning and calculating.
Coded messages or communications- This is a natural theory- the idea is that these posts are the modern equivalent of the Cold War number’s stations, broadcasting messages which can be read by the public, but are incomprehensible except to those privy to the info on how to decode it. The immediate problem with this theory is that the slow pace, repetitious nature, and semi-random web addresses of the postings would seem to make it hard to hide code in them. How would the recipients of the code even know where to look? However, there is also the possibility that it’s simply an individual screaming his coded messages into the void, to taunt people or conceal his intentions from all but a skilled codebreaker, rather like the Zodiac Killer or the Duclod Man. Why would this individual choose to hide his messages in the form of posts about a defunct restaurant? Who can say?
So, those are the major theories floating around out there regarding who the poster is. As we can see, a few of these theories can be dismissed out of hand, and one can potentially poke holes in all of them. Now that we’ve looked at the theories, it’s time for an overview of the posts themselves, as they have appeared over the past 10 years:
Foodio54- (http://foodio54.com/restaurant/South-Asheville-Arden-NC/c2e5c/Kutchies-Key-West-Kutcharitaville-Cafe) This restaurant review site hosts four separate reviews of Kutchie’s Key West Cafe. All four of these reviews are clearly written in the same style, and they were written over the course of several years. The oldest one here is by a user named VinnyGambini, after the character in My Cousin Vinny. Dating from December 2009, this may be the single oldest Kutchie’s post.
“Kutch Makes All Those Key Lime Pies From Real Ingredients, Including Real Key Lime Juice. "Anita" Kutchie's Lovely Wife Helps Him Now Making All Those Pies. She Also Runs The Front Too, As Well As The Office. Yea, Keep It All In The Family. Now That's How You Get Quality Control. "Pop", Kutchie's Dad Has Always Been There To Help From The Beginning. Kutchie's Mom Even Helped Out Until She Passed Away Several Years Ago. Threw The 80's Kutch and Anita Had Three Sons, Carlo, Santino and Joseph. Kutch Calls Them His Three Amigo's. All Three Sons Were Raised There In The Restaurant And Have Learned All Aspects Of The Business, From The Dish Tank, Mopping Floors, Cutting Meats, Serving Tables, Cooking And Tending Bar. Kutch Said That His First Road Sign Listed At The Bottom, "Family Restaurant". Kutch Said, "At That Time He Had No Idea That Someday His Whole Family Would Be The Ones Working There". Well I Guess, That's Life. Sometimes I Call Kutch and Ask Him How Are Things Going, He Says "Just Another Day In Paradise". Shit, I Can Tell That He Is Sick And Tired Of Doing The Same Old Thing Day-In And Day-Out. Kutch Would Never Admit That, He'll Probably Keep That Place Open To Train His Grand Kids The Business. Kutch Has Many People Calling, All The Time, Wanting Him To Start An On-Line Business To Sell His Key Lime Pies Country Wide. I Don't Know If He Can Bake That Many. He Seems Pretty Pushed As It Is. He Says That Maybe Someday He Will Throw Up Another Building And Put A Key Lime Pie Factory In It, And Start A Web-Site. May-Be He Will, May-Be He Wont, Who Knows. Just Don't Tell Him, That He Can't. “
Here, the poster refers to Oswald’s wife, Anita. He also accurately names Oswald’s three sons. I don’t know how many records about Oswald Pelaez were online in 2009, so I’m not sure whether the poster would have needed to know the family to have this information. The next oldest post is from 2012, and curiously, does not capitalize every word like most Kutchie’s posts. This poster signs their name as “Betty Joe Walker''. A Google search shows that there was one person with that name (there are a few other Betty Jo Walkers, but only one spelled J-o-e). Walker was a native of central North Carolina. And she died at the age of 67, one year before the post was made. This was the finding that made me start thinking of this mystery as something sinister. Why would a bot, or an individual simply sharing his happy memories, steal a dead person’s name? Two more Restaurant54 reviews of Kutchies’s date to 2013, and contain pretty standard content for the poster. One of them uses the name “Jake Carson'', which is used by this poster in other places as well.
Ozgold.com- Around 2012, the poster began writing posts claiming that Captain Kutchie was giving aways millions of dollars in prizes, and linking to a now defunct site called Ozgold.com. All of these posts can be found in a Pastebin here: https://pastebin.com/bT1z5ywT. He even links to Pelaez’s phone number in one of these. Oddly, he takes a negative tone towards Pelaez in some of these posts, writing in one “Please, Please, Please warn everyone about about ozsgold.com and Mr. OZ, That SOB has to be a crook or just plume loco. Maybe another Bernie Madoff, who the hell knows? It just ain't right.” Of course, this gold giveaway never existed either way as far as I can tell.
The copy-paste messages-
In 2013, the frequency of Kutchie’s posting really skyrocketed. IMDB, cooking sites, Fanfiction.net, Google Books reviews- nowhere was safe. Of course, the poster was mainly drawn in by particular key-topics: Pie, restaurants in genera, sex, politics, baby-boomer celebrities such as Johnny Carson. A few usernames were commonly employed for these posts: Roger Ramjet, Willie Jordan and Jake Carson. Most of these messages would be exact or near-exact copy pastes of one another. Some common topics of these posts included:
Key Lime Pies and Goody-goody Cheeseburgers- As far as can be gleaned from surviving ads, the restaurant prided itself on serving a variety of steaks and seafoods, but the key lime pies and burgers (which the poster always refers to as “goody-goody cheeseburgers”) seem to have been what made an impression to this person/bot/secret cabal. Occasionally, the poster will also reference Kutchie’s “prime ribs of beef with swamp water”. What does that mean- who knows?
Oswald’s wife, Anita Pelaez- generally refers to her as “lovely” or “hot”. "It just doesn't get any better than seeing her," as it appears.
The proximity of the restaurant to the Biltmore Estate- The Biltmore Estate was the home of George Vanderbilt II, and is by far the largest private residence ever built in America. It also happens to be located in Asheville. It seems as though the poster is trying to advertise the restaurant’s proximity to a major tourist attraction- heedless of the fact that the restaurant is closed.
Orgasms- Describing food as “better than sex” isn’t too weird, but our poster really likes to stretch out this saying. He refers to the food as giving him “piegasms” which he implies restored his sexual vitality. Here’s an excerpt of an example from the Google Books reviews of a book called “Incredible Orgasms”, by Marcelle Perks:
“.I Do Know First Hand That The Pelaez’s Famous Key Lime Pies Have The Ability To Turn Small Stream Squirters Into Major League Gushers Or Some Might Call Them “Niagara Falls”. Holly Molly, Let Those Good Times Flow, Baby! ….It’s No Wonder Everyone Believes That Kutchie Pelaez Is The Most Interesting Man In The World…..”Damn He Really Is” For Sure! …..That “Kutchie”, He Looks Marvelous Dahling!… ….”Hemingway”, Had Nothing On The “KutchMan”… ….Someone Overheard The “Kutchman” Say One Day That He Thought That He Was A Lesbian!… We Don’t Want To see Him Coming Out Of The Toilet With Just His Dick In His Hands”
Older Facebook Posts-
To my knowledge, at least three Facebook accounts have been linked to Kutchie's poster over the years. The oldest, operated from 2013-2016 is Jake Carson: https://www.facebook.com/jake.carson.98284/friends. The “Jake Carson” previously showed up as one of the reviewer names on Foodio54. The name bears resemblance to Johnny Carson, another obsession of the poster. This account had no friends, no photos or video uploaded, and never deviated from copy pasting the same few messages over and over. The Carson account was prolific in 2014, often posting 3-5 times/day. The frequency of posts eventually tapered, the last one being made in 2016. 2016 was also the year that the copy-pasted comments on various websites stopped appearing with regularity. Some people believe that the real Kutchie’s poster stopped at this point, and everything after 2016 has been trolls appropriating the role. As we will see, however, the post-2016 posts indicate an equally bizarre and committed writer, which makes it seem unlikely that it’s a different person.
The second Kutchie’s Facebook account appears in 2017. This is another personal account, which goes by the name Kutchie Pelaez. This is one of the main reasons some people think it isn’t operated by the same person- because the poster never previously claimed to be Captain Kutchie (though he did claim to have worked there in some posts). Unlike Jake Carson, Kutchie Pelaez doesn’t post copypasted messages. He does, however, have a variety of artists and musicians liked, including this band, The Ritards, with whom he has the following interaction: https://www.facebook.com/theritards/reviews/?ref=page_internal. What’s curious though, is that beyond this Facebook page, there is little indication that The Ritards actually exist. They have no music uploaded anywhere online, nor are there concert dates. Their posts do have a few likes though, most from people in the Eastern Pennsylvania area. When I messaged the Facebook page to ask what they knew about Captain Kutchie, my post was marked as “seen” almost immediately, even though the page has not been updated in two years. I received no response, however. While The Ritards seemed to be a dead-end, the Eastern PA music scene will prove to be important.
Also notable re: the Kutchie Pelaez Facebook page is the encounter Reddit user u/carinhabsburg had with the account, documented here: https://www.reddit.com/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/5c7g4m/what_the_captain_kutchie_of_the_key_lime_pies/. They messaged the account to ask who Kutchie was. He replied by sending a paragraph of text from a demo version of Silent Hill, which was in Swedish. While u/carinhapsburg was Swedish, they were adamant that there was no way Kutchie should have known that. Referencing a modern video game is certainly out of character for the boomer-persona the Kutchie’s poster had built up, so you can certainly see why some think the post-2016 poster is a different person. However, the vaguely sinister tone of this interaction is not exactly without precedent, given that the poster was already stealing a dead woman’s name in 2012.
Deviantart- The same year that the Kutchie Pelaez Facebook debuted, a Devientart with the same profile picture debuted- https://www.deviantart.com/captainkutchie. The bio of this account ascribes a variety of odd attributes to Captain Kutchie- His favorite gaming platform? “A sidewalk large enough for a heated round of hopscotch or marbles.”
His favourite books? “Epidemically overrated teen paperback novels. Ikea instruction manuals.”
His “Tools of the Trade?” “My fists. Spells and potions.”
The accounts gallery posts are now deleted, and I unfortunately did not take any screenshots. There were three paragraphs that they copypsted over and over- one about Anita Pelaez and Kutchie’s prime rib, one excerpt from a Longmont Potion Castle bit, and one Charles Manson quote. Longmont Potion Castle is an anonymous individual who has recorded their prank calls since the early 90s. Since anonymity and the adoption of absurd personas are LPC’s hallmarks, it’s not hard to see why the Kutchie’s poster chooses to quote them. The Manson quote, while tying in to the poster’s obsession with famous people of the 60s and 70s, adds another deeply sinister element to the mystery.
Patti Salmon-
In 2018, the poster begins writing about Captain Kutchie’s under the name Patti Salmon (a pun on salmon patties?) These posts are differentiated from the past ones by their explicit political anger. While politics were already noted as one of the poster’s obsessions, Patti Salmon goes on disparaging rants, only loosely tied back to the restaurant, against liberal political figures.
This is an excerpt from a comment under a blog post about the Kutchie’s mystery (also indicating that the poster is self-aware of the mystery community’s interest in them):
“That Rep. Jerry Nadler (D) NY, Rag Head llhan Omar (D) Minn, Alex Ocasio-Horetez (D) NY, Ayanna Lesbo Pressley (D) Mass.., Rashida Tlaib (D) Mich., Al Green (D) Tx., Pocahantas Vermont Tribe with Bernie Sanders, Nervous Nancy Cookville Calf., Rachel Madnow (MSNBC), Robert De Negro (NY), Shifty Schiff Cookvill Calf., El Chapo, Bozo O’ Rourke (Who Cares)., Maxine Impeach Waters Cookville Calf., Woopi Goldbrick (ABC)., Joy Blowhard (ABC)., Rainny Hostin (ABC)., Juan Williams (FOX NEWS)., Adoff Hilter (HELL)., Hell-They’re All really some kind of Commie’s ? Impeach Them NOW!!! Oh, I forgot one, The Rev. Al Not-So-Sharpton, very interesting butt Stupid! Let’s Send them all to the moon for the next 50 Years! What would Chef Captain Kutchie Pelaez Say? Well, He would probably say something like “No Soup For You!!!”. “Come Back 50 years”. Or something like for all those “Politicos” “Stay Away From Those Manholes” and he would say “Don’t Get None On Ya!”. Anyway, we sure-do still agree with all those “Kutcharitaville and Chef Captain Kutchie Pelaez Reports that everyone has been posting for the last 25 years or however long this internet thing has been going on. Captain Kutchie has been World Famous way longer than this stupid internet for damn sure. You can take that to the bank, Thats’ GOLD Jerry it’s GOLD! Or put it in your pipe and smoke it. He would also say, All of today’s Anti Trumpers are mad because, they were promised by The Dragon Lady HerSelf “Hillary Clinton” a leading Membership in Hillary’s 666 New World Order! What makes all these Racist, Commie Leftest Liberal Wannabee everything for nothing AssHoles and they’re Scum Sucking Pig, Fake News Chicken-Shit, Ass Licking Fake Reporters think that they can outsmart our “Lord Christ Jesus”? Hillary, your lord Satan was defeated way back on The Cross and yet, YOU, continue to deceive and recruit all those weak souls that you can fool too follow you back home straight too HELL!”
Note the interest in conspiracy theories here.
Newer Facebook Posts-
Finally, we come to the newest Facebook account, this one a page for a business rather than a personal account- Kutchie’s Key West Kutcharitaville Cafe (not linked here, gonna go ahead and say Do Not Interact). This page debuted in July 2020, just weeks before I fell down the Kutchie’s rabbithole and began this investigation. Unsurprisingly given its recency, it does not appear to have been discovered by anyone else in the mystery community.
The earliest posts from this page are simply shares of Jake Carson’s posts from several years prior. On July 12th, the Kutcharitaville page began posting longer messages, at a rate of 5+ every day. These posts are nonsensical jumbles of words that appear in other Kutchie’s posts, and appear to have been created by either a bot, or one of those story generators where you feed paragraphs in and it tries to rearrange them syntactically. Here’s a sample from a much longer post.
“BILTMORE HOUSE AND WE LOVELY ANITA PELAEZ IS THE PELAEZ IS THE WORLD THEY EVERYONE S KEY WEST FAME LOCATED NEAR THE BEST AND GRILL WHERE THE BILLED AS THE LOVELY COUPLE S KEY WEST FAME LOCATED NEAR THE MEL FISHER HE THOSE GOOD NEWS NOT A LESBIAN ANITA S BEST AND GRILL WHERE THE LOVELY COUPLE S BEST AND GRILL WHERE THE LOVELY COUPLE HOUSE AND THEY EVERYONE S SEX RATES BY KUTCHIE S BEST AND WE LOVELY COUPLE S SEX RATES BY NO LESS THAN HIS FATHER THEY EVERYONE S GOOD NEWS NOT A WIN WIN WIN FOR ANYTHING ON THE DOG ATE YOURS DICK IN THE PELAEZ OVER AND TREASURE MUCH MORE ANITA PELAEZ AND HER FAMOUS DEEP SEA UNDERWATER AND HER FAMOUS KEY WEST FAME MAY”
Interspersed with these posts are excerpts from North Carolinian newspapers that reference the restaurant, and photos of the exterior and interior of the abandoned building. What’s interesting is that the photos of the building don’t appear to be from anywhere on the internet. In other words, that means the poster must have actually gone to the building, and either broken in or been let in. This is the reason why I, as stated earlier, think that the post-2016 posts do come from the same individual as the older ones. The level of obsession indicated here is not that of a troll or a LARPer. It’s that of someone truly devoted to an inscrutable cause. Interestingly, one of these posts received a like from the Kutchie Pelaez account, indicating it was still active too in July 2020.
More recently, the account began posting coherent sentences that bear no relation to Captain Kutchie or key lime pies. In a post from July 28th, the poster copypastes the phrase “mail dropped to Rhode Island” 35 times, and below that “From Delaware.” Another post copies the phrase “My brother was eaten by wolves on the Connecticut turnpike,” which is a line from the Stephen King story “1408”.
On July 31st, the poster writes “Carrie Lam is not nice with China. She will end floating in a water tank”, copying this phrase dozens of times. This appears to be a macabre pun on the shared surnames of Carrie Lam, controversial mayor of Hong-Kong, and Elisa Lam, a woman who drowned in a water tank under circumstances that have made her story a fixture in the online unsolved-mysteries community. At the time of writing, the most recent post is from August 25th, and reads
“USE [master] Mexico. Mexico. Mexico. Soon we are in Mexico. (+14) and in we go. GO”
Screencaps of some posts, for posterity: https://imgur.com/gallery/R8ssLw6
This is the current status of the Kutchie’s poster. Dark, cryptic phrases, repeated on a Facebook page to 69 followers. Next, I’m going to be posting about the results of my personal investigation into the Kutchie’s mystery, featuring my interactions with this account, among others.
Edit
I have made a significant error in my post. The owner of the restaurant was Oswald Pelaez Jr, nor senior, and Anita was his wife, while Polly was his father's wife. So Captain Kutchie is still alive, I believe
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2020.09.10 23:04 CaptKutchiesTA The Kutchie's Key Lime Pie Mystery Part 1: Overview, Theories and Leads

The mystery of Captain Kutchie and his key lime pie has haunted the internet for over a decade now.It’s been extensively written on elsewhere, so I won’t spend long on the details I assume many already know, so check this link for some more in-depth info (https://www.reddit.com/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/9wo93c/other_an_indepth_look_at_kutchies_key_lime_pies/ )
The basis of the mystery though, is that since 2010, an individual or group has been writing cryptic, bizarrely written rants on various websites about a restaurant called Captain Kutchie’s Key West Cafe, usually focusing on either the key lime pies served at this restaurant, or the owner, Oswald “Kutchie” Paleaz. For a long time, it was unclear that Kutchie’s actually existed, but it was eventually discovered that the restaurant did exist, and was open from the 1970s until 2009, at the address 2227-2201 Asheville Hwy, Hendersonville, NC 2879. The messages about Kutchie’s have turned up in various places throughout the internet, but they usually share a common format. Here is one sample:
“I Tried The Captain Kutchie’s Key Lime Pies And Those PieGasams Healed All My Symptoms Within The First 4-Weeks! I highly Recommend Captain Kutchie’s Key Lime Pies For Anything That Ails You!….(“They’re Great”!!!.).. .. …Kobe Bryant May Be Retiring From Basket Ball But Captain Kutchie’s Is Still His Pie Of Choice!… …Can’t Get Enough Of That Key Lime Pie, Key Lime Pie, Key Lime Pie. Can’t Get Enough Of That Key Lime Pie Or I’ll Just Cry Until I Die, I Don’t Know Why I Just Love My Key Lime Pies!…. .\ .”
So, this is a typical example of what the posts look like, showing many of the common hallmarks: non-syntactic sentences, Capitalization Of Every Word, references to celebrities or politicians liking the pies and an odd radio-announcer like tone are some hallmarks of the writing style, though it can vary. It isn’t hard to see why, after finding these messages strewn across the internet like litter by the side of a freeway, people have gotten sucked into the investigation, and become suspicious of deeper meanings.
This 2-part longpost is going to be looking through the various writings of the mysterious poster over the years and the theories surrounding them, eventually leading up to my own personal quest to solve the mystery, and the findings I’ve made. I do not have a true wrap-up to this case, but I believe I have done the most in-depth research of anyone up until now, and I have discovered some hitherto unexplored leads. First, a look at the theories surrounding the case posited by other investigators over the years:
A Bot- This is a common theory due to the connection to a business, and the fact that the poster seems to respond to certain keywords (topics involving pie, sex, politics, and baby boomer pop culture). However, I think this one can be dismissed out of hand, the reason being that accounts connected to Kutchie’s have engaged and responded to people in a non-botlike way. More on that later. Beyond that, I can’t see any reason for someone to program such a bot, since there’s nothing to be gained from having a bot spend a decade posting nonsense about a defunct restaurant.
Oswald Pelaez himself- This is another one I’ve seen a few times, the assumption being that the posts are the Captain having a senior moment, or just fucking around in his old age. A visit to Pelaez’s Facebook page shows that he did indeed have a word-salad writing style, albeit not the exact same as the Kutchie's poster. However, it seems unlikely that this was the case, as a Redditor reported having contacted one of Pelaez’s sons, and finding that the Pelaez family appeared equally baffled.
An autistic or schizophrenic individual with a fixation on the restaurant: This suggestion derives from the unique writing style and monomaniacal interest of the poster. I have seen mental health professionals weighing in saying that the stream-of-conscious nature of the posts recalls their patients. I think people are drawn to this explanation because it puts something of a wholesome spin on the mystery- an individual with social/cognitive difficulties had a good experience at the restaurant while growing up in Asheville all those years ago, and now he wants to tell the internet about it in his one way. However, as again shown through communications with the poster, they are able to switch out of their “posting voice” and become more lucid, which may put this theory into doubt, or at least implies that the individual behind the posts is more high-functioning and calculating.
Coded messages or communications- This is a natural theory- the idea is that these posts are the modern equivalent of the Cold War number’s stations, broadcasting messages which can be read by the public, but are incomprehensible except to those privy to the info on how to decode it. The immediate problem with this theory is that the slow pace, repetitious nature, and semi-random web addresses of the postings would seem to make it hard to hide code in them. How would the recipients of the code even know where to look? However, there is also the possibility that it’s simply an individual screaming his coded messages into the void, to taunt people or conceal his intentions from all but a skilled codebreaker, rather like the Zodiac Killer or the Duclod Man. Why would this individual choose to hide his messages in the form of posts about a defunct restaurant? Who can say?
So, those are the major theories floating around out there regarding who the poster is. As we can see, a few of these theories can be dismissed out of hand, and one can potentially poke holes in all of them. Now that we’ve looked at the theories, it’s time for an overview of the posts themselves, as they have appeared over the past 10 years:
Foodio54- (http://foodio54.com/restaurant/South-Asheville-Arden-NC/c2e5c/Kutchies-Key-West-Kutcharitaville-Cafe) This restaurant review site hosts four separate reviews of Kutchie’s Key West Cafe. All four of these reviews are clearly written in the same style, and they were written over the course of several years. The oldest one here is by a user named VinnyGambini, after the character in My Cousin Vinny. Dating from December 2009, this may be the single oldest Kutchie’s post.
“Kutch Makes All Those Key Lime Pies From Real Ingredients, Including Real Key Lime Juice. "Anita" Kutchie's Lovely Wife Helps Him Now Making All Those Pies. She Also Runs The Front Too, As Well As The Office. Yea, Keep It All In The Family. Now That's How You Get Quality Control. "Pop", Kutchie's Dad Has Always Been There To Help From The Beginning. Kutchie's Mom Even Helped Out Until She Passed Away Several Years Ago. Threw The 80's Kutch and Anita Had Three Sons, Carlo, Santino and Joseph. Kutch Calls Them His Three Amigo's. All Three Sons Were Raised There In The Restaurant And Have Learned All Aspects Of The Business, From The Dish Tank, Mopping Floors, Cutting Meats, Serving Tables, Cooking And Tending Bar. Kutch Said That His First Road Sign Listed At The Bottom, "Family Restaurant". Kutch Said, "At That Time He Had No Idea That Someday His Whole Family Would Be The Ones Working There". Well I Guess, That's Life. Sometimes I Call Kutch and Ask Him How Are Things Going, He Says "Just Another Day In Paradise". Shit, I Can Tell That He Is Sick And Tired Of Doing The Same Old Thing Day-In And Day-Out. Kutch Would Never Admit That, He'll Probably Keep That Place Open To Train His Grand Kids The Business. Kutch Has Many People Calling, All The Time, Wanting Him To Start An On-Line Business To Sell His Key Lime Pies Country Wide. I Don't Know If He Can Bake That Many. He Seems Pretty Pushed As It Is. He Says That Maybe Someday He Will Throw Up Another Building And Put A Key Lime Pie Factory In It, And Start A Web-Site. May-Be He Will, May-Be He Wont, Who Knows. Just Don't Tell Him, That He Can't. “
Here, the poster refers to Oswald’s wife, Anita. He also accurately names Oswald’s three sons. I don’t know how many records about Oswald Pelaez were online in 2009, so I’m not sure whether the poster would have needed to know the family to have this information. The next oldest post is from 2012, and curiously, does not capitalize every word like most Kutchie’s posts. This poster signs their name as “Betty Joe Walker''. A Google search shows that there was one person with that name (there are a few other Betty Jo Walkers, but only one spelled J-o-e). Walker was a native of central North Carolina. And she died at the age of 67, one year before the post was made. This was the finding that made me start thinking of this mystery as something sinister. Why would a bot, or an individual simply sharing his happy memories, steal a dead person’s name? Two more Restaurant54 reviews of Kutchies’s date to 2013, and contain pretty standard content for the poster. One of them uses the name “Jake Carson'', which is used by this poster in other places as well.
Ozgold.com- Around 2012, the poster began writing posts claiming that Captain Kutchie was giving aways millions of dollars in prizes, and linking to a now defunct site called Ozgold.com. All of these posts can be found in a Pastebin here: https://pastebin.com/bT1z5ywT. He even links to Pelaez’s phone number in one of these. Oddly, he takes a negative tone towards Pelaez in some of these posts, writing in one “Please, Please, Please warn everyone about about ozsgold.com and Mr. OZ, That SOB has to be a crook or just plume loco. Maybe another Bernie Madoff, who the hell knows? It just ain't right.” Of course, this gold giveaway never existed either way as far as I can tell.
The copy-paste messages-
In 2013, the frequency of Kutchie’s posting really skyrocketed. IMDB, cooking sites, Fanfiction.net, Google Books reviews- nowhere was safe. Of course, the poster was mainly drawn in by particular key-topics: Pie, restaurants in genera, sex, politics, baby-boomer celebrities such as Johnny Carson. A few usernames were commonly employed for these posts: Roger Ramjet, Willie Jordan and Jake Carson. Most of these messages would be exact or near-exact copy pastes of one another. Some common topics of these posts included:
Key Lime Pies and Goody-goody Cheeseburgers- As far as can be gleaned from surviving ads, the restaurant prided itself on serving a variety of steaks and seafoods, but the key lime pies and burgers (which the poster always refers to as “goody-goody cheeseburgers”) seem to have been what made an impression to this person/bot/secret cabal. Occasionally, the poster will also reference Kutchie’s “prime ribs of beef with swamp water”. What does that mean- who knows?
Oswald’s wife, Anita Pelaez- generally refers to her as “lovely” or “hot”. "It just doesn't get any better than seeing her," as it appears.
The proximity of the restaurant to the Biltmore Estate- The Biltmore Estate was the home of George Vanderbilt II, and is by far the largest private residence ever built in America. It also happens to be located in Asheville. It seems as though the poster is trying to advertise the restaurant’s proximity to a major tourist attraction- heedless of the fact that the restaurant is closed.
Orgasms- Describing food as “better than sex” isn’t too weird, but our poster really likes to stretch out this saying. He refers to the food as giving him “piegasms” which he implies restored his sexual vitality. Here’s an excerpt of an example from the Google Books reviews of a book called “Incredible Orgasms”, by Marcelle Perks:
“.I Do Know First Hand That The Pelaez’s Famous Key Lime Pies Have The Ability To Turn Small Stream Squirters Into Major League Gushers Or Some Might Call Them “Niagara Falls”. Holly Molly, Let Those Good Times Flow, Baby! ….It’s No Wonder Everyone Believes That Kutchie Pelaez Is The Most Interesting Man In The World…..”Damn He Really Is” For Sure! …..That “Kutchie”, He Looks Marvelous Dahling!… ….”Hemingway”, Had Nothing On The “KutchMan”… ….Someone Overheard The “Kutchman” Say One Day That He Thought That He Was A Lesbian!… We Don’t Want To see Him Coming Out Of The Toilet With Just His Dick In His Hands”
Older Facebook Posts-
To my knowledge, at least three Facebook accounts have been linked to Kutchie's poster over the years. The oldest, operated from 2013-2016 is Jake Carson: https://www.facebook.com/jake.carson.98284/friends. The “Jake Carson” previously showed up as one of the reviewer names on Foodio54. The name bears resemblance to Johnny Carson, another obsession of the poster. This account had no friends, no photos or video uploaded, and never deviated from copy pasting the same few messages over and over. The Carson account was prolific in 2014, often posting 3-5 times/day. The frequency of posts eventually tapered, the last one being made in 2016. 2016 was also the year that the copy-pasted comments on various websites stopped appearing with regularity. Some people believe that the real Kutchie’s poster stopped at this point, and everything after 2016 has been trolls appropriating the role. As we will see, however, the post-2016 posts indicate an equally bizarre and committed writer, which makes it seem unlikely that it’s a different person.
The second Kutchie’s Facebook account appears in 2017. This is another personal account, which goes by the name Kutchie Pelaez. This is one of the main reasons some people think it isn’t operated by the same person- because the poster never previously claimed to be Captain Kutchie (though he did claim to have worked there in some posts). Unlike Jake Carson, Kutchie Pelaez doesn’t post copypasted messages. He does, however, have a variety of artists and musicians liked, including this band, The Ritards, with whom he has the following interaction: https://www.facebook.com/theritards/reviews/?ref=page_internal. What’s curious though, is that beyond this Facebook page, there is little indication that The Ritards actually exist. They have no music uploaded anywhere online, nor are there concert dates. Their posts do have a few likes though, most from people in the Eastern Pennsylvania area. When I messaged the Facebook page to ask what they knew about Captain Kutchie, my post was marked as “seen” almost immediately, even though the page has not been updated in two years. I received no response, however. While The Ritards seemed to be a dead-end, the Eastern PA music scene will prove to be important.
Also notable re: the Kutchie Pelaez Facebook page is the encounter Reddit user u/carinhabsburg had with the account, documented here: https://www.reddit.com/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/5c7g4m/what_the_captain_kutchie_of_the_key_lime_pies/. They messaged the account to ask who Kutchie was. He replied by sending a paragraph of text from a demo version of Silent Hill, which was in Swedish. While u/carinhapsburg was Swedish, they were adamant that there was no way Kutchie should have known that. Referencing a modern video game is certainly out of character for the boomer-persona the Kutchie’s poster had built up, so you can certainly see why some think the post-2016 poster is a different person. However, the vaguely sinister tone of this interaction is not exactly without precedent, given that the poster was already stealing a dead woman’s name in 2012.
Deviantart- The same year that the Kutchie Pelaez Facebook debuted, a Devientart with the same profile picture debuted- https://www.deviantart.com/captainkutchie. The bio of this account ascribes a variety of odd attributes to Captain Kutchie- His favorite gaming platform? “A sidewalk large enough for a heated round of hopscotch or marbles.”
His favourite books? “Epidemically overrated teen paperback novels. Ikea instruction manuals.”
His “Tools of the Trade?” “My fists. Spells and potions.”
The accounts gallery posts are now deleted, and I unfortunately did not take any screenshots. There were three paragraphs that they copypsted over and over- one about Anita Pelaez and Kutchie’s prime rib, one excerpt from a Longmont Potion Castle bit, and one Charles Manson quote. Longmont Potion Castle is an anonymous individual who has recorded their prank calls since the early 90s. Since anonymity and the adoption of absurd personas are LPC’s hallmarks, it’s not hard to see why the Kutchie’s poster chooses to quote them. The Manson quote, while tying in to the poster’s obsession with famous people of the 60s and 70s, adds another deeply sinister element to the mystery.
Patti Salmon-
In 2018, the poster begins writing about Captain Kutchie’s under the name Patti Salmon (a pun on salmon patties?) These posts are differentiated from the past ones by their explicit political anger. While politics were already noted as one of the poster’s obsessions, Patti Salmon goes on disparaging rants, only loosely tied back to the restaurant, against liberal political figures.
This is an excerpt from a comment under a blog post about the Kutchie’s mystery (also indicating that the poster is self-aware of the mystery community’s interest in them):
“That Rep. Jerry Nadler (D) NY, Rag Head llhan Omar (D) Minn, Alex Ocasio-Horetez (D) NY, Ayanna Lesbo Pressley (D) Mass.., Rashida Tlaib (D) Mich., Al Green (D) Tx., Pocahantas Vermont Tribe with Bernie Sanders, Nervous Nancy Cookville Calf., Rachel Madnow (MSNBC), Robert De Negro (NY), Shifty Schiff Cookvill Calf., El Chapo, Bozo O’ Rourke (Who Cares)., Maxine Impeach Waters Cookville Calf., Woopi Goldbrick (ABC)., Joy Blowhard (ABC)., Rainny Hostin (ABC)., Juan Williams (FOX NEWS)., Adoff Hilter (HELL)., Hell-They’re All really some kind of Commie’s ? Impeach Them NOW!!! Oh, I forgot one, The Rev. Al Not-So-Sharpton, very interesting butt Stupid! Let’s Send them all to the moon for the next 50 Years! What would Chef Captain Kutchie Pelaez Say? Well, He would probably say something like “No Soup For You!!!”. “Come Back 50 years”. Or something like for all those “Politicos” “Stay Away From Those Manholes” and he would say “Don’t Get None On Ya!”. Anyway, we sure-do still agree with all those “Kutcharitaville and Chef Captain Kutchie Pelaez Reports that everyone has been posting for the last 25 years or however long this internet thing has been going on. Captain Kutchie has been World Famous way longer than this stupid internet for damn sure. You can take that to the bank, Thats’ GOLD Jerry it’s GOLD! Or put it in your pipe and smoke it. He would also say, All of today’s Anti Trumpers are mad because, they were promised by The Dragon Lady HerSelf “Hillary Clinton” a leading Membership in Hillary’s 666 New World Order! What makes all these Racist, Commie Leftest Liberal Wannabee everything for nothing AssHoles and they’re Scum Sucking Pig, Fake News Chicken-Shit, Ass Licking Fake Reporters think that they can outsmart our “Lord Christ Jesus”? Hillary, your lord Satan was defeated way back on The Cross and yet, YOU, continue to deceive and recruit all those weak souls that you can fool too follow you back home straight too HELL!”
Note the interest in conspiracy theories here.
Newer Facebook Posts-
Finally, we come to the newest Facebook account, this one a page for a business rather than a personal account- Kutchie’s Key West Kutcharitaville Cafe (not linked here, gonna go ahead and say Do Not Interact). This page debuted in July 2020, just weeks before I fell down the Kutchie’s rabbithole and began this investigation. Unsurprisingly given its recency, it does not appear to have been discovered by anyone else in the mystery community.
The earliest posts from this page are simply shares of Jake Carson’s posts from several years prior. On July 12th, the Kutcharitaville page began posting longer messages, at a rate of 5+ every day. These posts are nonsensical jumbles of words that appear in other Kutchie’s posts, and appear to have been created by either a bot, or one of those story generators where you feed paragraphs in and it tries to rearrange them syntactically. Here’s a sample from a much longer post.
“BILTMORE HOUSE AND WE LOVELY ANITA PELAEZ IS THE PELAEZ IS THE WORLD THEY EVERYONE S KEY WEST FAME LOCATED NEAR THE BEST AND GRILL WHERE THE BILLED AS THE LOVELY COUPLE S KEY WEST FAME LOCATED NEAR THE MEL FISHER HE THOSE GOOD NEWS NOT A LESBIAN ANITA S BEST AND GRILL WHERE THE LOVELY COUPLE S BEST AND GRILL WHERE THE LOVELY COUPLE HOUSE AND THEY EVERYONE S SEX RATES BY KUTCHIE S BEST AND WE LOVELY COUPLE S SEX RATES BY NO LESS THAN HIS FATHER THEY EVERYONE S GOOD NEWS NOT A WIN WIN WIN FOR ANYTHING ON THE DOG ATE YOURS DICK IN THE PELAEZ OVER AND TREASURE MUCH MORE ANITA PELAEZ AND HER FAMOUS DEEP SEA UNDERWATER AND HER FAMOUS KEY WEST FAME MAY”
Interspersed with these posts are excerpts from North Carolinian newspapers that reference the restaurant, and photos of the exterior and interior of the abandoned building. What’s interesting is that the photos of the building don’t appear to be from anywhere on the internet. In other words, that means the poster must have actually gone to the building, and either broken in or been let in. This is the reason why I, as stated earlier, think that the post-2016 posts do come from the same individual as the older ones. The level of obsession indicated here is not that of a troll or a LARPer. It’s that of someone truly devoted to an inscrutable cause. Interestingly, one of these posts received a like from the Kutchie Pelaez account, indicating it was still active too in July 2020.
More recently, the account began posting coherent sentences that bear no relation to Captain Kutchie or key lime pies. In a post from July 28th, the poster copypastes the phrase “mail dropped to Rhode Island” 35 times, and below that “From Delaware.” Another post copies the phrase “My brother was eaten by wolves on the Connecticut turnpike,” which is a line from the Stephen King story “1408”.
On July 31st, the poster writes “Carrie Lam is not nice with China. She will end floating in a water tank”, copying this phrase dozens of times. This appears to be a macabre pun on the shared surnames of Carrie Lam, controversial mayor of Hong-Kong, and Elisa Lam, a woman who drowned in a water tank under circumstances that have made her story a fixture in the online unsolved-mysteries community. At the time of writing, the most recent post is from August 25th, and reads
“USE [master] Mexico. Mexico. Mexico. Soon we are in Mexico. (+14) and in we go. GO”
Screencaps of some posts, for posterity: https://imgur.com/gallery/R8ssLw6
This is the current status of the Kutchie’s poster. Dark, cryptic phrases, repeated on a Facebook page to 69 followers. Next, I’m going to be posting about the results of my personal investigation into the Kutchie’s mystery, featuring my interactions with this account, among others.
Edit
I have made a significant error in my post. The owner of the restaurant was Oswald Pelaez Jr, nor senior, and Anita was his wife, while Polly was his father's wife. So Captain Kutchie is still alive, I believe
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2020.09.08 21:15 Reddit_Books New Releases for September 2020

New Releases for September 2020

Data courtesy http://www.bookreporter.com
For more discussion, see the monthly New Releases post.
Title Author ReleaseDate
Autobiography
Mill Town Kerri Arsenault September 1, 2020
Carry Toni Jensen September 8, 2020
Everything Beautiful in Its Time Jenna Bush Hager September 8, 2020
JFK Fredrik Logevall September 8, 2020
All the Way Joe Namath September 8, 2020
Crime
Dancing with the Octopus Debora Harding September 22, 2020
Fantasy
Master of Poisons Andrea Hairston September 8, 2020
The Bone Shard Daughter Andrea Stewart September 8, 2020
The Trouble With Peace Joe Abercrombie September 15, 2020
Piranesi Susanna Clarke September 17, 2020
A Deadly Education Naomi Novik September 29, 2020
Battle Ground Jim Butcher September 29, 2020
Bestiary K-Ming Chang September 29, 2020
Burning Roses S.L. Huang September 29, 2020
The Constant Rabbit Jasper Fforde September 29, 2020
The Midnight Library Matt Haig September 29, 2020
Fiction
Ruthie Fear Maxim Loskutoff September 1, 2020
The Appointment Katharina Volckmer September 1, 2020
Transcendent Kingdom Yaa Gyasi September 1, 2020
What Are You Going Through Sigrid Nunez September 8, 2020
Savage Kiss Roberto Saviano September 8, 2020
The Brilliant Life of Eudora Honeysett Annie Lyons September 8, 2020
Make Them Cry Smith Henderson September 22, 2020
Daughters of the Wild Natalka Burian September 22, 2020
Historical Fiction
The Paris Children Gloria Goldreich September 1, 2020
A Girl Is a Body of Water Jennifer Nansubuga Makumbi September 1, 2020
Fifty Words for Rain Asha Lemmie September 1, 2020
Payback Mary Gordon September 1, 2020
The Bass Rock Evie Wyld September 1, 2020
The Unraveling of Cassidy Holmes Elissa R. Sloan September 1, 2020
Dear Ann Bobbie Ann Mason September 8, 2020
The Evening and the Morning Ken Follett September 15, 2020
The Forgotten Kingdom Signe Pike September 15, 2020
The Glass House Beatrice Colin September 15, 2020
Here We Are Graham Swift September 22, 2020
Eli's Promise Ronald H. Balson September 22, 2020
Jack Marilynne Robinson September 29, 2020
Hitler Volker Ullrich September 1, 2020
Agent Sonya Ben Macintyre September 15, 2020
If Then Jill Lepore September 15, 2020
Killing Crazy Horse Bill O'Reilly September 15, 2020
Sex with Presidents Eleanor Herman September 22, 2020
The Virginia Dynasty Lynne Cheney September 29, 2020
The Daughters of Yalta Catherine Grace Katz September 29, 2020
Horror
The Residence Andrew Pyper September 1, 2020
Literature
His Only Wife Peace Adzo Medie September 1, 2020
Red Pill Hari Kunzru September 1, 2020
The Lying Life of Adults Elena Ferrante September 1, 2020
Monogamy Sue Miller September 8, 2020
Homeland Elegies Ayad Akhtar September 15, 2020
Mystery
Don't Ever Forget Matthew Farrell September 1, 2020
All the Devils Are Here Louise Penny September 1, 2020
The Book of Hidden Wonders Polly Crosby September 1, 2020
The Last Story of Mina Lee Nancy Jooyoun Kim September 1, 2020
Anxious People Fredrik Backman September 1, 2020
A Question of Betrayal Anne Perry September 8, 2020
Before She Was Helen Caroline B. Cooney September 8, 2020
Hanging Falls Margaret Mizushima September 8, 2020
Nightshade M.L. Huie September 8, 2020
One by One Ruth Ware September 8, 2020
Shadows in Death J.D. Robb September 8, 2020
The Forger's Daughter Bradford Morrow September 8, 2020
Death in Focus Anne Perry September 8, 2020
The Killings at Kingfisher Hill Sophie Hannah September 15, 2020
Troubled Blood Robert Galbraith September 15, 2020
Next to Last Stand Craig Johnson September 22, 2020
The Thursday Murder Club Richard Osman September 22, 2020
And Now She's Gone Rachel Howzell Hall September 22, 2020
Mortmain Hall Martin Edwards September 22, 2020
Christmas Cupcake Murder Joanne Fluke September 29, 2020
The Book of Lamps and Banners Elizabeth Hand September 29, 2020
The End of the Day Bill Clegg September 29, 2020
The Talented Miss Farwell Emily Gray Tedrowe September 29, 2020
Nonfiction
Overtime John U. Bacon September 1, 2020
The Dynasty Jeff Benedict September 1, 2020
The Writer's Library Nancy Pearl September 8, 2020
How I Built This Guy Raz September 15, 2020
Chasing the Bear Lars Anderson September 15, 2020
Gods at Play Tom Callahan September 22, 2020
True Believer Abraham Riesman September 29, 2020
Poetry
Whale Day Billy Collins September 29, 2020
Romance
The Nobodies Liza Palmer September 8, 2020
Chance of a Lifetime Jude Deveraux September 15, 2020
The Book of Two Ways Jodi Picoult September 22, 2020
Just Like You Nick Hornby September 29, 2020
Happily This Christmas Susan Mallery September 29, 2020
One Charmed Christmas Sheila Roberts September 29, 2020
The Return Nicholas Sparks September 29, 2020
Burn You Twice Mary Burton September 29, 2020
Science Fiction
Set My Heart to Five Simon Stephenson September 1, 2020
To Sleep in a Sea of Stars Christopher Paolini September 15, 2020
Hench Natalie Zina Walschots September 22, 2020
Short Stories
Daddy Emma Cline September 1, 2020
Having and Being Had Eula Biss September 1, 2020
The Awkward Black Man Walter Mosley September 15, 2020
Unrestricted Access James Rollins September 29, 2020
Thriller
Girl Gone Mad Avery Bishop September 1, 2020
One Step Behind Lauren North September 1, 2020
Chaos Iris Johansen September 1, 2020
Interference Brad Parks September 1, 2020
Three Single Wives Gina LaManna September 1, 2020
When No One Is Watching Alyssa Cole September 1, 2020
The Sleeping Nymph Ilaria Tuti September 8, 2020
Don't Look for Me Wendy Walker September 15, 2020
These Violent Delights Micah Nemerever September 15, 2020
Total Power Vince Flynn September 15, 2020
The Coast-to-Coast Murders James Patterson September 21, 2020
The Last Agent Robert Dugoni September 22, 2020
To Tell You the Truth Gilly Macmillan September 22, 2020
Unknown
Red at the Bone Jacqueline Woodson September 1, 2020
The Other Side of Success Martin Sawa September 1, 2020
Robert B. Parker's the Bitterest Pill Reed Farrel Coleman September 8, 2020
Robert B. Parker's Fool's Paradise Mike Lupica September 8, 2020
The Bones Remember Sara E. Johnson September 8, 2020
The Missing Years Lexie Elliot September 8, 2020
Wild Thing Philip Norman September 15, 2020
Three-Ring Circus Jeff Pearlman September 22, 2020
Adrianne Geffel David Hajdu September 22, 2020
Mr. Nobody Catherine Steadman September 29, 2020
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2020.09.06 01:06 unt0uchables I’m still in love with my ex from years ago

I don’t actually know if that’s true.
Years ago, I (22F) dated a really cute boy I worked with, we’ll call him Nick. He was notoriously a player, I was warned a lot about him and his behaviors towards girls, I brushed it off. He would come up and talk to me or joke with me every shift we worked together. He was really cute. He probably still is, I don’t know, it wouldn’t be good for me to check on him.
He made me feel insanely special. Don’t they all, eh? He slept over after our first date and didn’t do anything gross and didn’t bolt in the middle of the night. A couple days into us talking until 3 in the morning, he accidentally said he loved me. I said something like, “I don’t know haha I hate myself” and he said, “Well I love you”. He panicked and went to his car and I teased him but knew it was just a slip of the tongue. After that, it was a regular and real ‘I love you’, and after 2 weeks of us dating he said he was going to marry me. Plenty of guys have said that to me, but I believed him.
The first few months were magic. He brought me flowers, showered me with attention, and I legitimately can’t emphasize how cute he was. He was the first guy to not abuse me immediately. He made me feel okay, special, and like everything was going to be alright. He could read me, he called me princess, and he just didn’t treat me like shit.
Then something changed. It was around his birthday. He started getting weird and distant, which caused me to become insecure and scared of losing him. I acted out, I acted extremely insecure. I knew I was going to lose him. I should’ve cut my losses then and there, but I clung.
After a while, when I knew we were hanging by a thread, all of a sudden he just didn’t talk to me all day. I had a pit in my stomach, eventually he told me he needed space. I said okay, and I gave it to him. He tried to break up with me a week later and it sounded like what he really wanted was a break - Ross & Rachel style. I offered it to him but obviously he could’ve just broken up with me if that’s what he wanted. He chose the break. I chose literal delusion.
I spent the entire summer keeping to myself. I didn’t talk to boys, I barely hung out with friends, I was depressed, and Nick and I hung out maybe twice during the whole summer. The best part is he transferred schools supposedly to be with me (among other reasoning), and he broke up with me the week school started. He stopped talking to me as soon as I got him a bid to his favorite fraternity, and that was the end of it.
He was the last boy I ever got butterflies for, and I’ve dated two people since then. He was just the last person I ever saw myself having a future with, and I was 19 years old. Last I heard he’s dating someone else now. I truly, truly hope they’re happy, or at least that he’s happy. He told me he hated social media except for Reddit, and now he has an Instagram. He said he hated weed, I saw him on Halloween with his beautiful girlfriend and he was in a little weed costume. He said he would stay away from alcohol, he came up to me wasted at a bar once. At the end of the day, he treated me like shit just like everyone else. He’s not the person I thought he was.
I was accepted into an extremely rigorous graduate school program, I have my own dog I’m raising by myself, I’m moving on and have grown significantly since I was 19 and naive. I’ve stayed hungry, set goals & smashed them. I’ve accomplished so much since he left me. I can’t stop thinking about him, I haven’t since we broke up.
Nick, if you somehow happened upon this post, I don’t know why I miss you. My job took me near your parents house the other day. I can’t get over you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t even know if I miss you, but I’m just so.. sad that I wasn’t good enough for you.
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2020.09.05 23:36 Seantae2425 Shantae: A New Genie Chapter 3

Chapter 2 : https://www.reddit.com/ShantaeCustoms/comments/ijgpbm/shantae_a_new_genie_chapter_2/
A young man of nineteen years old attended his daily training. He had navy blue hair, a yellow headband, and wore a determined expression on his face. A white bandage was wrapped around his right upper arm. He wore a white tank top underneath a short blue vest and had dark blue shorts. He also wore tan gloves with metal rings around the cuffs. The gazebo he stood in was covered with numerous obstacles in front of his path.
He had installed various booby traps to test himself. Every other day, he would test himself to maintain his stamina. He planted his feet into the ground before dashing towards the danger. He carefully sidestepped various traps he had set up, including wires that could potentially trip. He leaped over wooden fences implanted in the ground and rolled under a sign that hung in the air. As he ran, something caught his eye. An absolutely gorgeous woman many years older than him was standing in front of his door. She resembled a pirate and carried herself with a confident demeanor. Bolo’s heart excitedly bounced around inside his chest as he became oblivious to his surroundings. She’s... beautiful… he thought as his jaw dropped in awe of her appearance. His face slammed into another sign he had put up, causing the sound to vibrate across the gazebo.
The woman blinked in surprise. Are the people guarding these stones that dumb? she wondered.
The young man appears to be in love, the voice observed with a snicker.
What’s so funny? Risky demanded.
Given your... The voice paused a moment to hold back a chuckle. ...wonderful personality, I doubted you could attract any man.
Whatever, Risky scoffed as she watched Bolo slowly pick himself up. He looks a bit older than that runt.
I know this might be hard for you, but try being nice to him, the voice suggested with a cackle. He might give us what we want if you do.
I can be nice, Risky thought angrily. Like you’re good at doing that.
I’m nice to people who return the favor, the voice replied. Respect is earned, and it takes a lot to earn mine.
No kidding, Risky replied. “You okay?” Risky asked, attempting to sound sincere.
Bolo rubbed his aching cranium. His vision was still blurry, but he could still see the woman in front of him. Her face was the most alluring aspect about, her understanding expression commanding a form of respect in his mind. “So what’s your name?” he asked eagerly.
“Rachel,” Risky answered, thinking on the fly. “I... wanted to see you,” she said with a caring voice, despite her struggling to pull off this performance. She had hidden her identity several times before, but this time felt the most humiliating. “I... wanted to ask you out.”
Bolo’s eyes bounced open in shock. “You want to... go out with me?” he asked, his jaw dropping in surprise.
Risky nodded. “Is something wrong?” she asked, noticing Bolo’s sudden nervousness.
“I’m just... surprised,” he admitted as he took a step closer. Her aura made him feel warm inside. “Most women just ignore me or they slap me,” Bolo said with an awkward chuckle. “You’re the only one who wants to go out with me...”
“Yeah,” Risky murmured, feeling a ping of guilt cloud her brain. “Maybe you can get me something before that point,” she suggested.
Bolo nodded eagerly. “Whatever you want,” he stated.
“Have you ever heard of this artifact called the Dribble Stone?” she asked, making his body go cold.
She... knows about that? Bolo asked worriedly. Is she the one Mimic told me about? Risky Boots? He took a deep breath and weighed his options. What if she’s just an artifact collector? Or what if she’s lying? Bolo closed his eyes as he turned around, confusing Risky. If she’s lying, then I don’t have a date, either. But I can’t put everyone in danger... He turned around and looked back at her. She was still beautiful, yet the once bright aura she radiated had dissipated. Now he could see more clearly.
“You’re lying, aren’t you?” he asked weakly, trying not to look her in the eye.
Risky blinked in surprise. He figured it out?
I’ll take care of it, the voice assured her.
Bolo briefly looked up and noticed something off about her chest. It appeared as though she was wearing parts of an actual skeleton for a bra. He hadn’t noticed it before, which he assumed was due to his infatuation. He took a step back in confusion. Is that... real? he wondered.
It is, the voice spoke to him.
Who’s there? Bolo asked worriedly, looking around constantly to find where the voice was coming from. Risky watched, baffled by how Bolo seemed to be panicking over nothing.
You and the rest of the traitors will find out soon enough, the voice replied.
Traitor? I don’t even you.
But I know what you’ve done, the voice retorted, sending a chill down his spine.
“Get out of my head!” Bolo snapped, grabbing onto his aching cranium.
Risky winced as she watched Bolo squirm.
The world around Bolo became dark and gruesome. Risky was no longer there. Instead, he was standing inside a cemetery. Unmarked gravestones surrounded him. Where am I? he wondered as he walked around. He stopped walking when he saw the only gravestone marked with a name: his own. A rectangular hole was still there, meaning the casket had not been buried yet. What’s... going on? he asked worriedly.
Young man, the voice spoke to him as black appendages lunged from the hole and wrapped around his arms and legs.
“Let me go!” Bolo screamed as the tentacles began dragging him closer to the grave. He planted his feet into the ground, but that barely slowed the appendages down. You will give me the stone. You will crawl back into whatever hole you came from. The appendages tightened their grip on his arms and legs, cutting off their blood circulation. If you don’t, I will break every bone in your body.
With a single snap, the bones inside his left arm fractured. He attempted to scream, only for another tentacle to wrap itself around his mouth, silencing his cries for help. With another snap, his right arm’s bones split in half as tears dripped from his eyes. The grave sucked him in, throwing him against the floor of the ground. You will live just long enough to see the grave you will be buried in, the voice continued. Nobody will remember you. Certainly not your friends, which I doubt you even have. Bolo looked up to see a casket floating above him. Without any warning, the casket dropped onto him, crushing him instantly. All because you made the mistake of siding with those control freaks.
Risky blinked as she watched Bolo crying, having curled into a ball. “I’ll tell you where it is!” he shouted, his body shaking nonstop. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to be forgotten about.
You will be, the voice told him, making him sob even more.
What did you do to him? Risky asked the voice.
What was necessary. The strongest in this world are prepared to do what the weak cannot.
“It’s in Dribble Fountain!” Bolo shouted. “You probably passed by it already!”
And what about the key? the voice asked him.
“Here!” Bolo shouted, pulling out a tiny, spiked ball from his pocket. He held it up to Risky, who plucked it out of his hands.
There was a key? Risky asked.
Every dungeon with the stone has one, the voice explained. How else do you open a locked door?
You knew? Why didn’t you say anything or use your magic?
My magic is unstable in this dimension without me truly being here, the voice stated. There’s no telling what could happen if I tried to pull off such a feat. The magic from when I was once here is still active, however.
Fantastic, Risky murmured sarcastically. So why didn’t you mention the key?
I have all the time in the world, the voice replied nonchalantly. And I like to enjoy the ride. I must say though, your acting needs work.
Risky grumbled as she stomped her way out of the gazebo, leaving Bolo to his demons.

“Bolo!” a voice shouted, snapping Bolo out of his trance. The world around him had returned to normal, his broken bones had healed, and the demonic Risky he saw when he handed over the key was no longer there. Instead, he saw a concerned Shantae looking down at him. “What happened?” she asked, helping Bolo up. “How long has it been?”
“I’ve been trying to wake you up for half an hour,” the worried voice stated.
Bolo’s body twitched as she struggled to look Shantae in the eyes. “Shantae? What are you doing here?” he asked weakly.
“Mimic told me what’s going on,” Shantae said quickly. “Did you tell Risky where the stone is?” Bolo hung his head in shame as he looked away. “Bolo, please tell me you didn’t give away the location!”
“I’m sorry...”
“Bolo, what did she say that made you give up the location?” Shantae demanded frantically.
“It wasn’t her. It was... something else,” he muttered, still hearing the echo of the bones shattering in his head. “He trapped me in a grave and said it was because I sided with control freaks...”
“That voice...” Shantae murmured, recognizing the words as a chill went up her spine. “I don't know what it is, but I think it might have a hold on Risky somehow. It was making her hit herself earlier,” she recounted, remembering that Risky had pounded her fist into her skull while screaming at an invisible voice.
“So she might actually love me?” Bolo blurted out, making Shantae pause in disbelief.
“...What?” Shantae asked, barely comprehended she had just heard. Did he get hit on the head or something? she wondered.
“She said she wanted to go out with me...”
“Bolo, seriously?” Shantae asked, flabbergasted by what she was hearing.
“She’s the only woman who wanted to go out with me,” Bolo murmured, turning around so that his back faced Shantae. “Maybe... just maybe... she really does. I think that skull she’s wearing is controlling her.”
“Bolo...” Shantae whispered, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I don’t think she was being forced to say anything. She was just lying to you.” Shantae herself doubted that Risky’s supposed love of Bolo was actually genuine. From what she could recall, the skull never forced her to speak, only that it infuriated the pirate into hitting herself.
Bolo sighed. “It’s fine. I guess I should be used to it at this point...”
“You’ll find somebody, I know it,” Shantae assured him as she patted him on the back, placing a small smile onto his lips. “Maybe just find somebody less... nutty.”
“Good advice,” Bolo conceded.
“Now, where’s the stone?” Shantae asked.
“Dribble Fountain. It’s between here and Scuttle Town,” he stated.
“You’re saying I passed it?” Shantae asked incredulously. She had run far and wide, passing through a field, a forest, and a lake. She considered herself fortunate she did not run into any potential enemies at the time, having dashed faster than she ever did before.
“Yeah, it’s right after Spider Forest,” Bolo explained.
Shantae closed her eyes, trying to imagine what he was talking about. She remembered she had seen large spiders hanging in the trees of the eponymous forest. She had moved quickly for any of them to have attacked her, however. She faintly remembered a stone column she had passed by along the way. The column had been spewing out water nonstop. She could only assume that that was what Bolo was talking about. “Did it look like a big water fountain?” Shantae quickly asked.
Bolo nodded. “Yep. You can’t miss it,” he stated, which got him a glare sent in his direction from the half-Genie. “Or maybe you can.”
Shantae looked around and noticed the various traps and obstacle courses put in place around her. She had been so busy she had not even noticed them. “Training, huh?” she observed.
“Gotta stay in shape somehow,” Bolo admitted as he scratched his head nervously.
“Take care, Bolo,” she said, waving to him as she turned around. “Ah!” she shrieked, tripping and slamming into the ground. “Ow,” she murmured, picking herself up. She looked behind her and noticed a small tripwire had been put in place, making her grumble. Of course...

“So this is it, huh?” Risky observed, watching the fountain’s endless supply of water flow downward. She pulled out the spike ball and aimed it at the hole ingrained in the stone column. With a single toss, the ball locked itself into the hole above the water.
Now if only you could pay attention as well as aim, the voice snarked, making Risky groan. This place truly feels like home to me, the voice continued. Then again, I built this dungeon.
Makes you wonder why they’d put the stone in here then, Risky replied.
The power of suggestion is an incredible ability, is it not? the voice replied. I can’t use it as well as I used to, but it still gets the job done.
Yeah, bossing people around is your speciality, Risky snarked as she walked inside. From there, she saw walls made of black bricks surrounding her as well as wet floors with dripping ceilings. You don’t take care of things, do you?
I take care of you, the voice retorted.
Hardly. Risky noticed a cage on her right, containing a sleeping woman in her early twenties. She blinked in disbelief. You keep people down here?
My magic ensures she has the necessary nutrients.
How long has she been here?
Not sure. If memory serves, she was a child when she was first locked in here, the voice assumed, making Risky blink in surprise. Relax. The magic I created for her cage kept her asleep this entire time. I installed numerous measures to keep her safe. She is a half-Genie like that purple-haired nuisance.
Two half-Genies in one day. And yet they can’t add up to a full one, Risky thought mockingly as she chuckled out loud.
Your sense of wit is truly staggering, the voice mocked her, making her fume. As I was saying, their powers aren’t as strong as their parents, but it’s good enough. For me, anyway.
Wanting to add this one’s powers to your collection? Risky assumed.
When I am free, then yes. For now, her power grows. It’s the strongest magic I’ve seen since the original Genies were around.
Won’t she have the vocabulary of a child when she wakes up? Risky asked.
No, I’ve been educating her while she slumbers. Her dreams are still mine to command.
What, did you teach her how to spell her name? Risky snarked.
More than that. I taught her about the Genies’ true history. She will know what side to join when she awakes.
I’m surprised you didn’t keep her awake during this, Risky thought, crossing her arms as she studied the sleeping body. The woman was at least a few years older than Shantae, but she could only wonder how much stronger that would make the woman when she woke up.
What’s the point in torturing a child? the voice replied. She hasn’t done anything wrong... yet. Not to mention, a Genie’s magic grows stronger when they sleep.
The redheaded woman in the cage wore a torn brown shirt and ripped shorts of the same color. The cage she sat in had bars made of electricity that kept her from reaching out. “Where am I?” she asked, rubbing her head. She looked down at her body, seeing how much it had matured in the time she was asleep. How long has it been? she thought, horrified. She looked over to see Risky looking at her with confused eyes. “You,” she murmured, jumping to her feet. “What did you do to my parents?” she snapped, recognizing the woman. A sudden thought popped into her brain. “No, no, no,” she murmured, holding onto her aching cranium. It was as though a bomb of knowledge had exploded inside her brain and she couldn’t handle it all at once. She saw flashes of her mother, her father, as well as corpses of Genies scattered across a realm of magic that had been set on fire.
Perhaps I gave her too much knowledge, the voice observed. No matter. Where I have given, I can also take away.
The woman’s head stopped throbbing as the information drained from her brain. The monster was gone from her thoughts, but she could no longer see her parents, either. All that remained was a faint trace of their faces. Where did they go? And what did the Genies do? she wondered, recalling vaguely that she had been told of the Genies’ greatest atrocities.
There. She should have lost any unnecessary knowledge while keeping the essential information, the voice stated to Risky. I’m a bit out of practice since I can only use that kind of magic on people from before, well, you know. It’s anybody's guess what she remembers beyond the basics. She doesn't remember you now, though.
The woman grabbed onto the bars, but her body was lit up with electricity. She shrieked as the electricity ruptured her body, forcing her to let go of the bars. Her messy red hair was now fritzy from the electricity, making her pat the hair down to normal, reaching down to her feet. “Tell me what you did to my parents, or I’ll-”
It's so good to see you again, the voice stated to the woman, startling her. My, how you've grown. I'm afraid that cage neutralizes your powers. I can fix that in a little bit.
“I don’t know who that voice is, but I know you’re behind this,” the woman stated, locking eyes with Risky.
Hardly, the voice spoke to Risky while making sure the woman did not hear. The voice chuckled, echoing loudly across the dungeon, however, only Risky could hear the voice. The laughter only ceased when Risky had finally become unsettled by the sound of the voice. The voice returned to its conversation with the woman. I love reunions, don’t you Harmony?
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2020.09.05 03:06 strength_reddit WIBTA for telling my friend she's been trash-talked about?

"Rachel" (F21) is one of my best friends, and recently she's been pursued by "Sam" (M21) who is in our larger friend group. Sam has only had one girlfriend when he was 12 which doesn't really count. "Eric" (M20) for the past year or so has been saying all the time that he wants to get Sam a girlfriend and he'll do almost anything to get Sam a girlfriend. Rachel just recently joined the friend group after I introduced her so she has never heard Eric say these things. He has tried to get both myself and another girl in the friend group to date him (like spent a couple weeks aggressively hinting, trying to leave us alone together, etc.).
Sam immediately took a liking to Rachel and vice versa, and they started talking and hanging out. However, Sam and Rachel are on very opposite sides of the political spectrum, which is a dealbreaker for Rachel. He makes a lot of off-color jokes and to be honest I don't like him that much because I think he's sexist.
Anyway, recently Rachel found out about his politics and is conflicted, as she likes him, but despises the kinds of jokes he makes. She's come to me and to Eric for advice. I told her honestly that I did not like him, that I felt there was a reason he was single, etc. Eric told her that Sam is a great guy and that he jokes about these things but is actually on the other side of the political spectrum (which is a lie).
Recently Eric and I were discussing the problem since we both knew the other had been confided in. Eric told me he didn't think Rachel and Sam would work at all, and that she'd probably get hurt, but that he wanted Sam to have a girlfriend. I said that Rachel didn't deserve to be in a relationship that would hurt her just so Sam could have a girlfriend and Eric said she was so uptight about guys that she was lucky Sam liked her because of the political spectrum thing, and that she needed to get over herself. I told him even if that was true Rachel still should know what she was getting into, and that lying to her about Sam's political affiliations wasn't okay. Again, Eric said he'd do anything to get Sam a girlfriend and that he could convince Rachel as long as he told "a few white lies."
So my question is- WIBTA if I told Rachel that *Eric (not Sam) is not acting in her best interest? I don't want to drive a wedge between them but Eric admitted she'd get hurt and that he lied about Sam's affiliations and I feel like she has a right to know.
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2020.09.04 16:38 AshleighBSB [Boarding School Blues] - Chapter 32: Happy Thanksgiving

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This is Book 4: Boarding School Break: Happy Thanksgiving.[Book 2: Boarding School Beginnings] [Book 3: Boarding School Boyfriends]

It’s almost Thanksgiving. In a few hours, my friends will be giving me a ride back to my house. I have not been home since Long Weekend, nearly two months ago. Wow. I just realized it’s been that long. Maybe because my family visited me a couple of weeks ago, or maybe just because I have been so busy with finals, I hadn’t noticed the time passing.
I have mixed feelings about going home. While it will be nice to see my family, and I am really looking forward to Thanksgiving dinner, I have become accustomed to seeing my friends every day. How am I supposed to go eleven whole days without them? Especially one of them?
Melinda’s mother greeted her with a hug before she even entered the house. “Happy Thanksgiving, and welcome home.”
Melinda’s father had been very busy at work and running late to retrieve Melinda from the Charles & Rachel Hartfield Preparatory School for Young Men and Women, a boarding school nearly two hours away from their Southern Connecticut home, so they were relieved when Melinda’s best friend, Walter Evans, had offered her a ride home earlier that day. Since his parents did not want to drive in the holiday traffic the evening before Thanksgiving, they had sent a car, which was currently driving back to the highway.
Melinda’s mother helped her carry her bags into the house, where they deposited them in the foyer while Melinda followed her mother to the kitchen.
“Your father decided to work late and your brother is having dinner at a friend’s house. I’ve been cooking all day. I so don’t want to make dinner. How does macaroni and cheese sound?”
“The orange kind in the blue box?” It was one of Melinda’s favorite foods.
Her mother made a face. “If you must. I was thinking the frozen kind.” She filled a pot with water to boil the pasta. “So, when you told me that Walter’s father was sending a car, you never mentioned it was going to be a limousine. I assumed you meant a regular car.”
Melinda settled into one of the kitchen chairs to watch her mother. “Oh, well, I think it was supposed to be a regular car. But, with three passengers and all our luggage, Mrs. Evans decided to order a bigger car when Walter told her I was coming.”
“I see. And how was your drive home?”
“Not bad. We hit some traffic, but we didn’t mind. There was a bag of cookies and some sodas. Walter ate most of it, but Pat and I managed to have a small snack.”
“Pat. That’s Walter’s brother, right?”
Melinda nodded and continued. “The car had a television, so we watched Neogenesis.”
“That strange science fiction show you like? You subjected your friends to that?”
“It’s just one of the many reasons Walter and I get along so well. Actually, both of our advisors are fans too, so they started a group. What did Mr. Peter’s call it? The NSFC, Neogenesis Science Fiction Club.”
“That is very…no. There are no words,” Melinda’s mother shook her head in amusement. “Who else is in this group?”
“Well, it was just Walter and me, but then Pat started attending when he came back to school after Parents’ Weekend.”
“Back to school? Where was he?”
The concerned look on her mother’s face was extremely telling. Two months ago, when Melinda had come for Long Weekend, she had discovered that her public school friends had undergone drastic transformations since beginning high school this past fall. Melinda knew her mother was aware of at least some of these changes and assumed she was envisioning Pat’s brother as some sort of delinquent who had started school more than halfway through the fall term because he had been in trouble.
Melinda took a deep breath. She knew this moment had been coming, but no amount of preparation could help her find the words. She understood, finally, how hard it had been for Walter to tell her so many weeks ago.
“Have I told you about Walter’s parents?” Melinda knew full well she had not.
“Don’t change the subject. Why was Pat not in school?”
“I promise, I’ll tell you. But, I have to start at the beginning. You see, Walter, you know his last name is Evans, right?” When her mother nodded, Melinda continued. “Well, his dad? He’s kinda Adam Evans. Like, from CAVEmen.”
Melinda’s mother just stared at her for a few moments. “Walter’s father is the lead guitarist for a rock band?”
Melinda nodded, then spoke quickly, realizing her mother had not yet made the connection. “Yeah, and that means his mother is Kara McGregor.”
This time, Melinda’s mother took a little longer to reply. “The child star.”
“Well, she’s not a kid anymore, but yeah. So, Walter’s siblings are sorta Meghan and Patrick McGregor.”
“The movie stars.”
“Pat missed the first part of the term because he was filming a movie in Hawaii.”
“He’s not a third-former, though. Isn’t he older than you? Why is he hanging around with younger students?”
Melinda smiled. “I asked him that, you know. I told you Walter was homeschooled? Well, because the kids were homeschooled, the family was usually able to be together when someone was filming a movie. For this last movie, when Pat was in Hawaii, Walter was back here in school. And, Meghan graduated last year and she’s living in New York now. Well, Pat really started to miss his brother, so when he got back to school, he wanted to spend some time with Walter. But, Walter wanted nothing to do with him. At least, not in public.”
“At your show,” her mother interrupted, referring to a dance performance in which Melinda had participated earlier that month, “you said Walter and his brother have a weird relationship. That Walter didn’t want to be seen with his brother.”
“They told me about the last time they tried to eat out in a restaurant. The boys, their parents, and their grandparents. Meghan wasn’t even with them. Long story. Anyway, they got bombarded by fans and they ended up having to take their dinners to go and eat in their van in a commuter lot. Walter lives with that every day. So, when he got to school, it was his shot at being normal. Pat feels the same way. School is someplace they don’t have to worry about being recognized.”
“Are you friends with Walter because of his family?”
Melinda actually smiled at the question. “That was Walter’s biggest fear this term, I think. But, one of the things Pat likes best about me is that I don’t see the movie star. Actually, I didn’t even notice when people started looking at me differently for being his girlfriend. He had to point it out to me.”
“You’re dating Patrick McGregor?”
Melinda closed her eyes and sighed a little. She had not intended to tell her mother about her relationship with Pat. At least, not yet. With a deep breath, she shook her head, telling her mother what she had told her friends the week before. “No. Patrick McGregor only exists in Hollywood. I’m with Pat Evans.”
“And how old is this boy again?”
Melinda was a little relieved that her mother was referring to him as this boy, and not focusing on the movie star. “He’s sixteen.”
“And you don’t think he’s a little old for you?”
“Oh, no, I do think he’s a little old for me. That’s one of the reasons I didn’t want to be his girlfriend.”
“What were the other reasons?”
Melinda thought about her ex-boyfriend, a boy from home her mother knew from church. “Well, Eliot and I were friends, and then he was my boyfriend and things didn’t really end well and then we weren’t friends anymore. Pat and I were friends, and I didn’t want the same thing to happen with him.”
Melinda’s mother said nothing as Melinda continued. “And, then there was Walter. He was hanging out with this girl we all hated, and I realized I was jealous of her. Not because I liked Walter, because I don’t. Not like that. I just thought she was taking away my best friend. And, I didn’t want Walter to feel that way towards his brother. Or to me.”
“Sounds like a lot of reasons not to be his girlfriend. So, why are you?”
Melinda shrugged. “I can’t explain it. When he holds me, I feel safe.”
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable knowing you’re dating a boy so much older than you. Boys that age, they want certain things out of a relationship. You’re only thirteen.”
Melinda tried not to whine. “Mooom! Pat and I have talked about this. I don’t want a…physical relationship with him. And, neither does he. He believes in saving all that for marriage.”
“He told you that?” Melinda could hear the skepticism in her mother’s voice as she watched her strain the pasta and returning it to the pan.
Melinda shrugged. “Yeah. He wanted to make sure that we both…understood each other’s intentions.”
“But, sweetie, how do you know he means it?”
Melinda made a face. “Why would he say it if he didn’t mean it?”
Her mother added milk and butter to the pan. “He’s an actor. A really good one. He could just be telling you what he thinks you want to hear.”
Melinda considered a moment, then shook her head. “I don’t think he is. I think he really means it. See, okay. He’s probably gonna be upset with me telling you, so please don’t ever let him find out I did. But, they’re a super religious family. I mean, Walter actually memorized the entire catechism as part of his homeschooling.”
Melinda’s mother raised her eyebrows. “He did?”
Melinda nodded. “Why do you think he’s my confirmation mentor? Anyway, Pat was telling me about this religious retreat he went on after his third form year. With Meghan, I think. There were a lot of talks about chastity and it really struck a chord with him. It’s something he really firmly believes in. He even has this little card he carries around in his wallet to remind him about the promise he made.”
“Promise?”
Melinda nodded. “Yeah. Signing this card is some kind of promise to God that he’s gonna save himself for marriage. I’m not sure I understand it, but since it means we’re thinking the same way, I didn’t really question it.”
Melinda’s mother looked unconvinced as she put the bowl of pasta on the table. “I’m still not comfortable with my thirteen-year-old dating a sixteen-year-old.”
“Well, the boys invited me over during break. Maybe I can go visit and you can get to know him a little better.”
“We’ll see. So, when do you get your report card?”
“The actual paper one will be mailed some time next week, I think. But, I know we can check our grades tonight. Actually,” Melinda glanced at the clock on the microwave. “I think they’re all in now.”
Melinda ran back to the foyer to retrieve her laptop, which she set up on the kitchen table. The student portal on the school website was not very mobile friendly and she hated accessing it from her phone. She logged in and found that each of her teachers were able to write comments on her performance for the term. Melinda was stunned as she examined her report.

ART 104 Drawing Basics Rockwell A I was extremely pleased with your final project. You have shown tremendous growth this term.
ART 701 Dance Nutmeg Ballet Co. P Melinda is an excellent dancer. We hope to see her next term.
ENG 101 Third Form English Johnson A- Melinda has made amazing progress this term. She has shown great improvement in her essay writing and always provides excellent journal entries. She offers insightful comments during class discussions and is a pleasure to have in class.
LATIN 101 Latin I Henderson A- Melinda is a joy to have in class. I love her enthusiasm. She should work on her vocabulary building to improve her sight-reading abilities.
MAT 250 Honors Geometry Davidson A Melinda has a good understanding of the material.
MUS 751 Wind Orchestra Williams P Melinda has shown improvement. Remember to tighten your embouchure.
SCI 151 Honors Physics Wilson A Melinda had a rough start this term but has shown tremendous progress. I look forward to working with her this winter.
At the bottom of the page was a note from her advisor:
I have watched Melinda work pertinaciously throughout the term. I have also seen her interacting with several of her peers. Unlike many third form students, Melinda has seemed to find a constructive balance between her work and play, and her hard work seems to have paid off, as her grades have earned her recognition on this trimester’s Dean’s List.
Clarissa Price
Melinda was unable to do anything besides stare at her computer. How had she managed to get straight A’s? She had studied so diligently, but always felt as if she were struggling to understand the material.
Melinda ate her pasta absently as she replayed the last three months in her head. She recalled that by the end of September, she had resolved to remain at least one day ahead in her homework assignments for each class. And, she had made sure to check in with her teachers if she didn’t understand something. She supposed, upon further reflection, she had noticed by the end of the semester that the work had seemed easier. And she had felt her finals were pretty easy, although many of her friends had seemed to struggle.
Melinda’s mother approached the table, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. “Are your grades there?”
“Um, yeah.” Melinda turned the computer so her mother could view the report herself. Meanwhile, Melinda used her phone to check on the definition of embouchure, realizing her orchestra teacher wanted her to work on the way her mouth was shaped when she was playing her flute.
As she began to eat, she looked up dean’s list, a term she knew she had heard, but had never understood. It took a little research, including a trip to the school’s handbook, before she realized she had made the school’s honor roll.
“Straight A’s? And Dean’s List? Oh, Melinda. I’m so proud of you. I was worried all these boys were going to hurt your grades, but I see your advisor believes you have juggled your school work and social life well.”
“So, does that mean I can visit Walter and Pat over break?”
“We’ll see,” her mother echoed her earlier words, but this time she was smiling.

Melinda was not surprised that her family was the first to arrive at Nonna and Papa’s house Thanksgiving Day. Melinda’s mother carried in her huge antipasto tower while Melinda carried in the smaller version her mother had made for the kids table. Her father brought her eleven-year-old brother, Joey, in the back yard to play catch in the unseasonably warm weather.
Melinda followed her mother into the house and down the hall into the kitchen, greeting Nonna as they entered.
“Happy Thanksgiving!”
“Happy Thanksgiving! You can put that on the table, there.” Nonna nodded to the kitchen table as she wiped her hands on her apron. “How are you?”
Nonna hugged Melinda and her mother, giving each a peck on the cheek, before returning to the stove to stir the pot of sauce. Melinda’s mother looked around.
“How can we help?” Melinda’s mother asked.
“I think everything is all set.” Nonna scanned the room. “Yup. Just waiting on the boys.”
Melinda’s mother had two brothers, both of whom were married with children, but Nonna always referred to them as the boys. Melinda sat at the table watching her mother stir the sauce and Nonna busy herself around the kitchen as she talked to Melinda.
“So, how’s school?”
Melinda shrugged. “It was kinda hard at first, but it’s not bad. I’m enjoying it.”
“She made Dean’s List.” Melinda could hear the pride in her mother’s voice. “And she has a boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend? Is he Italian?” Melinda knew that Nonna was proud that her grandchildren were so smart, especially Melinda and Joey, who had both skipped a grade in school. But, Nonna had been raised in a strict Italian-American household and wanted all her grandchildren to marry into good Italian families.
“Well, he’s Irish. But, we go to church together every Sunday.”
“Not Italian, but Irish is not bad. He’s a good boy.”
“He’s sixteen.” There was a tone of disapproval in Melinda’s mother’s voice.
“Joseph is older than you.”
“Yes, but we met after college. Three years is a big deal in high school.”
Melinda was saved from further interrogation by the arrival of Uncle Tony and Aunt Francesca, who poured out of their minivan with three daughters, two trays of stuffed mushrooms, and a bubbling baby girl Melinda had yet to meet.
Hugs were exchanged and Melinda brought the trays of mushrooms straight to the dining room, since they were the first course. Then, Melinda was charged with holding the baby, Sophia, while the other little girls ran around outside with the guys. Uncle Marco arrived with Aunt Lily a few moments later, carrying a large tray of yams and a rambunctious little boy, who was banished to the backyard with his cousins and uncles.
It was not long before Nonna called everyone to the table, but it did take a while to be seated, especially at the kids table. No one wanted to sit next to the two four-year-olds, both of whom had a reputation of being extremely messy eaters. Eventually, as the family settled down, Melinda ended up beside her oldest cousin, Viola, who was in the same grade as Joey, even though she was a year older than he. Across from Melinda, Joey was seated beside Viola’s eight-year old sister, with the four-year-olds at either head. Melinda had placed a sleeping Sophia back into her carrier during the meal.
The family joined hands to say their traditional table blessing, and then began to eat. There was a lot of conversation over the stuffed mushrooms, which only Uncle Tony’s children ate, as the other children disliked them. It was not long, however, before Papa was wandering around the room carrying small bowls, each holding a stuffed artichoke. Melinda and Viola were the only children to request one.
Viola tore off a leaf and sucked on the stuffing before scraping it with her teeth and throwing the leaf in a large bowl between her and Melinda. “So, my mom says you live at your school. What’s that like?”
Melinda shrugged. “It’s not bad. I like it. There’s lots to do and I’ve made some really nice friends.”
“But, do you have to do homework all the time, or do you get to have some fun?”
“Oh, there’s lots of things to do. I did dance as my sport and that was really fun. And on the weekends, my friends and I go into town or go to the mall. There’s a movie theater in the mall, so we’ve gone there a couple of times.”
“Really? Have you seen Romeo and Juliet? I love Jarrod Handy. Oh, and Patrick McGregor was in it, too. It was probably the best movie ever.”
“Patrick McGregor goes to her school,” Joey announced. “I got his autograph.”
“OMG! Really? That is so cool. Do you have any classes with him?”
Melinda responded cautiously. “No. He’s a fifth, I mean, he’s in the eleventh grade. But, we’re friends.”
“Really?” asked Joey. “I didn’t know that. Hey, Mom!” Joey shouted to the nearby adult table. “Did you know Melinda was friends with Patrick McGregor?”
“Yes, I did.”
Viola was wiggling excitedly in her seat, her artichoke nearly forgotten. “Have you met his girlfriend? I was reading last night that he’s with Poppy Sommers now. Does she go to your school too? What’s she like? What’s he like?”
“I hadn’t heard that.” Melinda’s fingers started shaking nervously as she brought the next leaf to her mouth. She figured it was time to change the subject. “So, how’s everything with you?”

It was not long before Papa cleared the artichoke dishes and Melinda’s mother brought in her trays towering with layers of meat, cheese, and olives. While the adults simply spooned great helpings onto their plates, the children picked out what they wanted to eat, leaving the hard-boiled eggs for the four-year-olds.
Melinda spent the entire course wondering what her cousin had read and whether she should bother mentioning the rumor to Pat. Of course it was a rumor, she assured herself. Pat would never cheat on her. But, a lingering doubt made her olives taste a little more sour than usual.
Nonna went around the room asking everyone how many manicotti they each wanted. Melinda, Viola, and Joey each requested one, but none of the other children did.
None of the children wanted the salad course, and Melinda was elected to hold Sophia, who had woken from her nap, and feed her a bottle. Melinda enjoyed playing with her three-month-old cousin, who was most excited when she was being held. Playing with her cousin helped her forget about the rumor Viola had mentioned.
Finally, it was time for the main course. Papa carved the turkey and placed it on plates. The children brought their plates to the adult table for their parents to fill with mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, stuffing, broccoli casserole, and yams, complete with walnuts, apples, and mini-marshmallows. There was a basket of dinner rolls on their table when they returned.
Nonna volunteered to hold the baby, allowing Melinda to eat her dinner in as much peace as possible, with the children around her yelling at each other. Melinda only half-listened to the arguments, trying to avoid thinking about Pat.

After dinner, the children were sent into the living room to watch Christmas movies while Papa, who was supposed to be watching them, took a nap. Melinda was permitted to stay in the kitchen, provided she hold the baby. Since the baby had fallen back asleep, she was able to text Walter.
Melinda had received her first text from Walter before breakfast, when he asked about her grades. After replying, congratulating her on Dean’s List, and informing her he had done equally well, although he did not have any A-minuses, he continued to text her every hour to ask what course she was on. He had been fascinated the night before when she described the seven-course meal during their drive home. Meanwhile, Walter was describing some of the antics occurring at his home.
Walter’s mother was the second youngest of six children, all of whom were married with multiple children of their own. His father only had one brother, Vinny, and their parents lived in a retirement community in Florida, so Vinny and his family always joined the McGregor holiday celebrations. A lot of Walter’s cousins were married with children of their own running around. Their father’s fourth bandmate and his family had also attended, adding to the chaos.
Melinda was enjoying the stories when the baby began to stir.
“Hey, Aunt Francesca?”
“What’s up, sweetie?”
“Sophia is kinda fussing. I think she’s trying to stay asleep, but it’s a little loud in here. Do you think I can take her into the back bedroom?”
“That’s a good idea. Here. Here’s her bottle. If she wakes up or fusses, you can give her the rest of it. Oh. I haven’t changed her in a while.”
“I can do it when she wakes up. I know how.”
“Fantastic. Take the diaper bag. I wish Viola was as good a babysitter as you.”
Melinda smiled at the complement as she carried her cousin into a spare bedroom in the back of the house. She settled herself onto the bed, snuggling the baby in her arms.
A moment later, her video chat signaled an incoming call. She answered it, keeping the volume low.
Pat greeted her with the smile that had helped make him a famous movie star. “Hey, Daphne.”
“I thought her name was Melinda.” Melinda recognized the off-screen voice as belonging to Meghan, his equally famous sister.
Melinda smiled back as she heard Walter explain. “It’s his stupid pet name for her. Based on some Greek myth.”
“Hey you guys,” Melinda greeted them. “How’s the chaos?”
“We’re hiding,” Walter announced proudly as Pat angled his phone in such a way that Melinda could see all three of them. “Dinner’s over and no one will leave. Some are talking about staying over.”
Melinda giggled. “How was dinner?”
“Not bad,” Pat replied. “I got Walter to try Mom’s colcannon.”
“How was it?” Melinda knew her friend had been weary of the dish.
Walter grinned. “It has so much butter and cream, you can’t even taste the cabbage.”
“He had three helpings.” Meghan sounded a little grossed out.
“Only three?” Melinda was half serious, knowing her friend had a voracious appetite.
“He ate an entire apple pie,” Pat said.
“You didn’t!”
“No, I did,” Walter said sheepishly. “How are things over there? What course are you on?”
“We’re in between dinner and dessert. The kids are all watching TV, but I snuck away.” She angled the camera to show her cousin. “I’m babysitting.”
“Oh!” cooed Meghan. “She’s so cute! She’s a new baby.”
“Three months, I think. My aunt is letting me care for her.”
“Okay. Game time,” Pat announced with a smile. Melinda knew the Evans family loved to play games, especially the boys.
“Oh, I’ll let you go.”
“No. You’re playing. Stupidest dinner conversations. Me first. I overheard the Connors arguing over whose hair was redder.”
“You’re joking!”
Meghan laughed. “No, he’s not. They’re…I forgot. Six and seven, I think? Our cousins’ kids. I know they’re close in age. Anyway, I overheard their argument, marched between them and said I won. Then I walked away.”
Melinda tried not to wake the baby as she laughed. “Okay. That beats my stupid dinner conversation. My brother and my oldest cousin, they’re both in the seventh grade. They got into a debate about who was the first president.”
“There’s a debate?” asked Pat. “I thought it was obvious. John Hanson.”
Meghan shook her head. “No. Peyton Randolph.”
Walter sent a quizzical look at his siblings. “What happened to George Washington?”
“Wait. How is this something Walter doesn’t know?” melinda was surprised, since Walter had the reputation among their friends of being the most knowledgeable and having all the answers.
“John Hanson was the first president under the Articles of Confederation,” Pat explained, “which were the government after America declared independence and before the Constitution was ratified, making George Washington president.”
“But,” Meghan countered, “Peyton Randolph was president of the Continental Congress, which is the government that was in charge before the Articles of Confederation were passed.”
“Yeah, I think that was the argument my brother was trying to make,” Melinda agreed. “But, he didn’t have all those details, which made his point a little fuzzy.”
“I got one,” Meghan announced. “Uncle Liam asked me how school was going. I told him I was taking a year off. He said, Oh, before you start high school?”
“How do you take a year off before high school?” Melinda asked.
“We were homeschooled,” Walter reminded her. “He probably thought Meghan was taking a year at home before going to school.”
“Maybe he said the wrong word?”
“No, he really thought I was only twelve.”
“You look twelve,” Pat informed her.
Meghan playfully punched her brother. “Okay, Walter. You’re up.”
Walter thought for a moment. “Nope. I was too busy eating. I don’t think I heard any conversations.”
Everyone laughed and Joey bounded into the room, plopping himself beside Melinda. Sophia stirred, but did not wake as Melinda drew her closer.
“Nonna says dessert’s ready. What’cha watching?” He looked over her shoulder to better see the screen.
“Nothing. I’m just saying hi to my friends.”
“But, you’re watching a movie. That’s Patrick and Meghan McGregor.”
“And, you’ve met Walter.” Melinda turned her attention back to her phone.
“Hey, Joey. What’s for dessert?” Walter asked with a smile.
“Oh, the usual. Cannoli, apple pie, pumpkin pie. Probably some cheesecake. Cookies.”
Melinda smiled at the thought. “I like the green leaves with the chocolate inside.”
“Now I’m hungry again,” Walter announced. “I wonder if there’s more pie.”
Meghan punched her brother lightly on the shoulder as Melinda started giggling. Pat brought the phone close so Melinda could no longer see the other Evans siblings.
“Text me later?” Pat blew her a kiss before ending the call.
Joey stared at his sister. “I don’t get it. Why is Walter with them?”
“Walter’s their brother.” Melinda was trying to get off the bed and store her phone without waking the still-sleeping baby.
“But, why did Patrick McGregor want you to text him?”
Sophia whimpered. “Joey! You woke her up!”
Melinda bounced the baby gently, fumbling in the diaper bag for the bottle.
“But, he blew you a kiss!”
“Yes, he did. He’s my boyfriend.”
Melinda got the top off the bottle and was able to shove it into the baby’s mouth before she reached full-blown wailing. She continued to bounce and rock slightly to calm the baby and lull her back to sleep.
Joey shook his head. “No, he’s not. Poppy Sommers is. It’s all over the internet.”
Melinda dropped the bottle and the baby fussed for a moment while Melinda tried to shove it back into her mouth. When she did respond to her brother, she wasn’t entirely polite.
“I haven’t seen what you’re talking about. All I know is that Pat and I have been together for about a week and a half. Maybe what you saw was older than that.”
“You’re serious? He’s really your boyfriend? Does Mom know?”
Melinda rolled her eyes as she headed for the doorway, the baby already half-asleep again.
“Yes, she does. But, I’d rather no one else know. So, don’t say anything about it. Deal?”
“But…”
“Deal?” Melinda raised her voice as much as she dared without waking the baby.
“Fine,” Joey mumbled as he walked past Melinda to return to the dining room.

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This is Book 4: Boarding School Break: Happy Thanksgiving.[Book 2: Boarding School Beginnings] [Book 3: Boarding School Boyfriends]
It’s almost Thanksgiving. In a few hours, my friends will be giving me a ride back to my house. I have not been home since Long Weekend, nearly two months ago. Wow. I just realized it’s been that long. Maybe because my family visited me a couple of weeks ago, or maybe just because I have been so busy with finals, I hadn’t noticed the time passing.
I have mixed feelings about going home. While it will be nice to see my family, and I am really looking forward to Thanksgiving dinner, I have become accustomed to seeing my friends every day. How am I supposed to go eleven whole days without them? Especially one of them?
Melinda’s mother greeted her with a hug before she even entered the house. “Happy Thanksgiving, and welcome home.”
Melinda’s father had been very busy at work and running late to retrieve Melinda from the Charles & Rachel Hartfield Preparatory School for Young Men and Women, a boarding school nearly two hours away from their Southern Connecticut home, so they were relieved when Melinda’s best friend, Walter Evans, had offered her a ride home earlier that day. Since his parents did not want to drive in the holiday traffic the evening before Thanksgiving, they had sent a car, which was currently driving back to the highway.
Melinda’s mother helped her carry her bags into the house, where they deposited them in the foyer while Melinda followed her mother to the kitchen.
“Your father decided to work late and your brother is having dinner at a friend’s house. I’ve been cooking all day. I so don’t want to make dinner. How does macaroni and cheese sound?”
“The orange kind in the blue box?” It was one of Melinda’s favorite foods.
Her mother made a face. “If you must. I was thinking the frozen kind.” She filled a pot with water to boil the pasta. “So, when you told me that Walter’s father was sending a car, you never mentioned it was going to be a limousine. I assumed you meant a regular car.”
Melinda settled into one of the kitchen chairs to watch her mother. “Oh, well, I think it was supposed to be a regular car. But, with three passengers and all our luggage, Mrs. Evans decided to order a bigger car when Walter told her I was coming.”
“I see. And how was your drive home?”
“Not bad. We hit some traffic, but we didn’t mind. There was a bag of cookies and some sodas. Walter ate most of it, but Pat and I managed to have a small snack.”
“Pat. That’s Walter’s brother, right?”
Melinda nodded and continued. “The car had a television, so we watched Neogenesis.”
“That strange science fiction show you like? You subjected your friends to that?”
“It’s just one of the many reasons Walter and I get along so well. Actually, both of our advisors are fans too, so they started a group. What did Mr. Peter’s call it? The NSFC, Neogenesis Science Fiction Club.”
“That is very…no. There are no words,” Melinda’s mother shook her head in amusement. “Who else is in this group?”
“Well, it was just Walter and me, but then Pat started attending when he came back to school after Parents’ Weekend.”
“Back to school? Where was he?”
The concerned look on her mother’s face was extremely telling. Two months ago, when Melinda had come for Long Weekend, she had discovered that her public school friends had undergone drastic transformations since beginning high school this past fall. Melinda knew her mother was aware of at least some of these changes and assumed she was envisioning Pat’s brother as some sort of delinquent who had started school more than halfway through the fall term because he had been in trouble.
Melinda took a deep breath. She knew this moment had been coming, but no amount of preparation could help her find the words. She understood, finally, how hard it had been for Walter to tell her so many weeks ago.
“Have I told you about Walter’s parents?” Melinda knew full well she had not.
“Don’t change the subject. Why was Pat not in school?”
“I promise, I’ll tell you. But, I have to start at the beginning. You see, Walter, you know his last name is Evans, right?” When her mother nodded, Melinda continued. “Well, his dad? He’s kinda Adam Evans. Like, from CAVEmen.”
Melinda’s mother just stared at her for a few moments. “Walter’s father is the lead guitarist for a rock band?”
Melinda nodded, then spoke quickly, realizing her mother had not yet made the connection. “Yeah, and that means his mother is Kara McGregor.”
This time, Melinda’s mother took a little longer to reply. “The child star.”
“Well, she’s not a kid anymore, but yeah. So, Walter’s siblings are sorta Meghan and Patrick McGregor.”
“The movie stars.”
“Pat missed the first part of the term because he was filming a movie in Hawaii.”
“He’s not a third-former, though. Isn’t he older than you? Why is he hanging around with younger students?”
Melinda smiled. “I asked him that, you know. I told you Walter was homeschooled? Well, because the kids were homeschooled, the family was usually able to be together when someone was filming a movie. For this last movie, when Pat was in Hawaii, Walter was back here in school. And, Meghan graduated last year and she’s living in New York now. Well, Pat really started to miss his brother, so when he got back to school, he wanted to spend some time with Walter. But, Walter wanted nothing to do with him. At least, not in public.”
“At your show,” her mother interrupted, referring to a dance performance in which Melinda had participated earlier that month, “you said Walter and his brother have a weird relationship. That Walter didn’t want to be seen with his brother.”
“They told me about the last time they tried to eat out in a restaurant. The boys, their parents, and their grandparents. Meghan wasn’t even with them. Long story. Anyway, they got bombarded by fans and they ended up having to take their dinners to go and eat in their van in a commuter lot. Walter lives with that every day. So, when he got to school, it was his shot at being normal. Pat feels the same way. School is someplace they don’t have to worry about being recognized.”
“Are you friends with Walter because of his family?”
Melinda actually smiled at the question. “That was Walter’s biggest fear this term, I think. But, one of the things Pat likes best about me is that I don’t see the movie star. Actually, I didn’t even notice when people started looking at me differently for being his girlfriend. He had to point it out to me.”
“You’re dating Patrick McGregor?”
Melinda closed her eyes and sighed a little. She had not intended to tell her mother about her relationship with Pat. At least, not yet. With a deep breath, she shook her head, telling her mother what she had told her friends the week before. “No. Patrick McGregor only exists in Hollywood. I’m with Pat Evans.”
“And how old is this boy again?”
Melinda was a little relieved that her mother was referring to him as this boy, and not focusing on the movie star. “He’s sixteen.”
“And you don’t think he’s a little old for you?”
“Oh, no, I do think he’s a little old for me. That’s one of the reasons I didn’t want to be his girlfriend.”
“What were the other reasons?”
Melinda thought about her ex-boyfriend, a boy from home her mother knew from church. “Well, Eliot and I were friends, and then he was my boyfriend and things didn’t really end well and then we weren’t friends anymore. Pat and I were friends, and I didn’t want the same thing to happen with him.”
Melinda’s mother said nothing as Melinda continued. “And, then there was Walter. He was hanging out with this girl we all hated, and I realized I was jealous of her. Not because I liked Walter, because I don’t. Not like that. I just thought she was taking away my best friend. And, I didn’t want Walter to feel that way towards his brother. Or to me.”
“Sounds like a lot of reasons not to be his girlfriend. So, why are you?”
Melinda shrugged. “I can’t explain it. When he holds me, I feel safe.”
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable knowing you’re dating a boy so much older than you. Boys that age, they want certain things out of a relationship. You’re only thirteen.”
Melinda tried not to whine. “Mooom! Pat and I have talked about this. I don’t want a…physical relationship with him. And, neither does he. He believes in saving all that for marriage.”
“He told you that?” Melinda could hear the skepticism in her mother’s voice as she watched her strain the pasta and returning it to the pan.
Melinda shrugged. “Yeah. He wanted to make sure that we both…understood each other’s intentions.”
“But, sweetie, how do you know he means it?”
Melinda made a face. “Why would he say it if he didn’t mean it?”
Her mother added milk and butter to the pan. “He’s an actor. A really good one. He could just be telling you what he thinks you want to hear.”
Melinda considered a moment, then shook her head. “I don’t think he is. I think he really means it. See, okay. He’s probably gonna be upset with me telling you, so please don’t ever let him find out I did. But, they’re a super religious family. I mean, Walter actually memorized the entire catechism as part of his homeschooling.”
Melinda’s mother raised her eyebrows. “He did?”
Melinda nodded. “Why do you think he’s my confirmation mentor? Anyway, Pat was telling me about this religious retreat he went on after his third form year. With Meghan, I think. There were a lot of talks about chastity and it really struck a chord with him. It’s something he really firmly believes in. He even has this little card he carries around in his wallet to remind him about the promise he made.”
“Promise?”
Melinda nodded. “Yeah. Signing this card is some kind of promise to God that he’s gonna save himself for marriage. I’m not sure I understand it, but since it means we’re thinking the same way, I didn’t really question it.”
Melinda’s mother looked unconvinced as she put the bowl of pasta on the table. “I’m still not comfortable with my thirteen-year-old dating a sixteen-year-old.”
“Well, the boys invited me over during break. Maybe I can go visit and you can get to know him a little better.”
“We’ll see. So, when do you get your report card?”
“The actual paper one will be mailed some time next week, I think. But, I know we can check our grades tonight. Actually,” Melinda glanced at the clock on the microwave. “I think they’re all in now.”
Melinda ran back to the foyer to retrieve her laptop, which she set up on the kitchen table. The student portal on the school website was not very mobile friendly and she hated accessing it from her phone. She logged in and found that each of her teachers were able to write comments on her performance for the term. Melinda was stunned as she examined her report.

ART 104 Drawing Basics Rockwell A I was extremely pleased with your final project. You have shown tremendous growth this term.
ART 701 Dance Nutmeg Ballet Co. P Melinda is an excellent dancer. We hope to see her next term.
ENG 101 Third Form English Johnson A- Melinda has made amazing progress this term. She has shown great improvement in her essay writing and always provides excellent journal entries. She offers insightful comments during class discussions and is a pleasure to have in class.
LATIN 101 Latin I Henderson A- Melinda is a joy to have in class. I love her enthusiasm. She should work on her vocabulary building to improve her sight-reading abilities.
MAT 250 Honors Geometry Davidson A Melinda has a good understanding of the material.
MUS 751 Wind Orchestra Williams P Melinda has shown improvement. Remember to tighten your embouchure.
SCI 151 Honors Physics Wilson A Melinda had a rough start this term but has shown tremendous progress. I look forward to working with her this winter.
At the bottom of the page was a note from her advisor:
I have watched Melinda work pertinaciously throughout the term. I have also seen her interacting with several of her peers. Unlike many third form students, Melinda has seemed to find a constructive balance between her work and play, and her hard work seems to have paid off, as her grades have earned her recognition on this trimester’s Dean’s List.
Clarissa Price
Melinda was unable to do anything besides stare at her computer. How had she managed to get straight A’s? She had studied so diligently, but always felt as if she were struggling to understand the material.
Melinda ate her pasta absently as she replayed the last three months in her head. She recalled that by the end of September, she had resolved to remain at least one day ahead in her homework assignments for each class. And, she had made sure to check in with her teachers if she didn’t understand something. She supposed, upon further reflection, she had noticed by the end of the semester that the work had seemed easier. And she had felt her finals were pretty easy, although many of her friends had seemed to struggle.
Melinda’s mother approached the table, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. “Are your grades there?”
“Um, yeah.” Melinda turned the computer so her mother could view the report herself. Meanwhile, Melinda used her phone to check on the definition of embouchure, realizing her orchestra teacher wanted her to work on the way her mouth was shaped when she was playing her flute.
As she began to eat, she looked up dean’s list, a term she knew she had heard, but had never understood. It took a little research, including a trip to the school’s handbook, before she realized she had made the school’s honor roll.
“Straight A’s? And Dean’s List? Oh, Melinda. I’m so proud of you. I was worried all these boys were going to hurt your grades, but I see your advisor believes you have juggled your school work and social life well.”
“So, does that mean I can visit Walter and Pat over break?”
“We’ll see,” her mother echoed her earlier words, but this time she was smiling.

Melinda was not surprised that her family was the first to arrive at Nonna and Papa’s house Thanksgiving Day. Melinda’s mother carried in her huge antipasto tower while Melinda carried in the smaller version her mother had made for the kids table. Her father brought her eleven-year-old brother, Joey, in the back yard to play catch in the unseasonably warm weather.
Melinda followed her mother into the house and down the hall into the kitchen, greeting Nonna as they entered.
“Happy Thanksgiving!”
“Happy Thanksgiving! You can put that on the table, there.” Nonna nodded to the kitchen table as she wiped her hands on her apron. “How are you?”
Nonna hugged Melinda and her mother, giving each a peck on the cheek, before returning to the stove to stir the pot of sauce. Melinda’s mother looked around.
“How can we help?” Melinda’s mother asked.
“I think everything is all set.” Nonna scanned the room. “Yup. Just waiting on the boys.”
Melinda’s mother had two brothers, both of whom were married with children, but Nonna always referred to them as the boys. Melinda sat at the table watching her mother stir the sauce and Nonna busy herself around the kitchen as she talked to Melinda.
“So, how’s school?”
Melinda shrugged. “It was kinda hard at first, but it’s not bad. I’m enjoying it.”
“She made Dean’s List.” Melinda could hear the pride in her mother’s voice. “And she has a boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend? Is he Italian?” Melinda knew that Nonna was proud that her grandchildren were so smart, especially Melinda and Joey, who had both skipped a grade in school. But, Nonna had been raised in a strict Italian-American household and wanted all her grandchildren to marry into good Italian families.
“Well, he’s Irish. But, we go to church together every Sunday.”
“Not Italian, but Irish is not bad. He’s a good boy.”
“He’s sixteen.” There was a tone of disapproval in Melinda’s mother’s voice.
“Joseph is older than you.”
“Yes, but we met after college. Three years is a big deal in high school.”
Melinda was saved from further interrogation by the arrival of Uncle Tony and Aunt Francesca, who poured out of their minivan with three daughters, two trays of stuffed mushrooms, and a bubbling baby girl Melinda had yet to meet.
Hugs were exchanged and Melinda brought the trays of mushrooms straight to the dining room, since they were the first course. Then, Melinda was charged with holding the baby, Sophia, while the other little girls ran around outside with the guys. Uncle Marco arrived with Aunt Lily a few moments later, carrying a large tray of yams and a rambunctious little boy, who was banished to the backyard with his cousins and uncles.
It was not long before Nonna called everyone to the table, but it did take a while to be seated, especially at the kids table. No one wanted to sit next to the two four-year-olds, both of whom had a reputation of being extremely messy eaters. Eventually, as the family settled down, Melinda ended up beside her oldest cousin, Viola, who was in the same grade as Joey, even though she was a year older than he. Across from Melinda, Joey was seated beside Viola’s eight-year old sister, with the four-year-olds at either head. Melinda had placed a sleeping Sophia back into her carrier during the meal.
The family joined hands to say their traditional table blessing, and then began to eat. There was a lot of conversation over the stuffed mushrooms, which only Uncle Tony’s children ate, as the other children disliked them. It was not long, however, before Papa was wandering around the room carrying small bowls, each holding a stuffed artichoke. Melinda and Viola were the only children to request one.
Viola tore off a leaf and sucked on the stuffing before scraping it with her teeth and throwing the leaf in a large bowl between her and Melinda. “So, my mom says you live at your school. What’s that like?”
Melinda shrugged. “It’s not bad. I like it. There’s lots to do and I’ve made some really nice friends.”
“But, do you have to do homework all the time, or do you get to have some fun?”
“Oh, there’s lots of things to do. I did dance as my sport and that was really fun. And on the weekends, my friends and I go into town or go to the mall. There’s a movie theater in the mall, so we’ve gone there a couple of times.”
“Really? Have you seen Romeo and Juliet? I love Jarrod Handy. Oh, and Patrick McGregor was in it, too. It was probably the best movie ever.”
“Patrick McGregor goes to her school,” Joey announced. “I got his autograph.”
“OMG! Really? That is so cool. Do you have any classes with him?”
Melinda responded cautiously. “No. He’s a fifth, I mean, he’s in the eleventh grade. But, we’re friends.”
“Really?” asked Joey. “I didn’t know that. Hey, Mom!” Joey shouted to the nearby adult table. “Did you know Melinda was friends with Patrick McGregor?”
“Yes, I did.”
Viola was wiggling excitedly in her seat, her artichoke nearly forgotten. “Have you met his girlfriend? I was reading last night that he’s with Poppy Sommers now. Does she go to your school too? What’s she like? What’s he like?”
“I hadn’t heard that.” Melinda’s fingers started shaking nervously as she brought the next leaf to her mouth. She figured it was time to change the subject. “So, how’s everything with you?”

It was not long before Papa cleared the artichoke dishes and Melinda’s mother brought in her trays towering with layers of meat, cheese, and olives. While the adults simply spooned great helpings onto their plates, the children picked out what they wanted to eat, leaving the hard-boiled eggs for the four-year-olds.
Melinda spent the entire course wondering what her cousin had read and whether she should bother mentioning the rumor to Pat. Of course it was a rumor, she assured herself. Pat would never cheat on her. But, a lingering doubt made her olives taste a little more sour than usual.
Nonna went around the room asking everyone how many manicotti they each wanted. Melinda, Viola, and Joey each requested one, but none of the other children did.
None of the children wanted the salad course, and Melinda was elected to hold Sophia, who had woken from her nap, and feed her a bottle. Melinda enjoyed playing with her three-month-old cousin, who was most excited when she was being held. Playing with her cousin helped her forget about the rumor Viola had mentioned.
Finally, it was time for the main course. Papa carved the turkey and placed it on plates. The children brought their plates to the adult table for their parents to fill with mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, stuffing, broccoli casserole, and yams, complete with walnuts, apples, and mini-marshmallows. There was a basket of dinner rolls on their table when they returned.
Nonna volunteered to hold the baby, allowing Melinda to eat her dinner in as much peace as possible, with the children around her yelling at each other. Melinda only half-listened to the arguments, trying to avoid thinking about Pat.

After dinner, the children were sent into the living room to watch Christmas movies while Papa, who was supposed to be watching them, took a nap. Melinda was permitted to stay in the kitchen, provided she hold the baby. Since the baby had fallen back asleep, she was able to text Walter.
Melinda had received her first text from Walter before breakfast, when he asked about her grades. After replying, congratulating her on Dean’s List, and informing her he had done equally well, although he did not have any A-minuses, he continued to text her every hour to ask what course she was on. He had been fascinated the night before when she described the seven-course meal during their drive home. Meanwhile, Walter was describing some of the antics occurring at his home.
Walter’s mother was the second youngest of six children, all of whom were married with multiple children of their own. His father only had one brother, Vinny, and their parents lived in a retirement community in Florida, so Vinny and his family always joined the McGregor holiday celebrations. A lot of Walter’s cousins were married with children of their own running around. Their father’s fourth bandmate and his family had also attended, adding to the chaos.
Melinda was enjoying the stories when the baby began to stir.
“Hey, Aunt Francesca?”
“What’s up, sweetie?”
“Sophia is kinda fussing. I think she’s trying to stay asleep, but it’s a little loud in here. Do you think I can take her into the back bedroom?”
“That’s a good idea. Here. Here’s her bottle. If she wakes up or fusses, you can give her the rest of it. Oh. I haven’t changed her in a while.”
“I can do it when she wakes up. I know how.”
“Fantastic. Take the diaper bag. I wish Viola was as good a babysitter as you.”
Melinda smiled at the complement as she carried her cousin into a spare bedroom in the back of the house. She settled herself onto the bed, snuggling the baby in her arms.
A moment later, her video chat signaled an incoming call. She answered it, keeping the volume low.
Pat greeted her with the smile that had helped make him a famous movie star. “Hey, Daphne.”
“I thought her name was Melinda.” Melinda recognized the off-screen voice as belonging to Meghan, his equally famous sister.
Melinda smiled back as she heard Walter explain. “It’s his stupid pet name for her. Based on some Greek myth.”
“Hey you guys,” Melinda greeted them. “How’s the chaos?”
“We’re hiding,” Walter announced proudly as Pat angled his phone in such a way that Melinda could see all three of them. “Dinner’s over and no one will leave. Some are talking about staying over.”
Melinda giggled. “How was dinner?”
“Not bad,” Pat replied. “I got Walter to try Mom’s colcannon.”
“How was it?” Melinda knew her friend had been weary of the dish.
Walter grinned. “It has so much butter and cream, you can’t even taste the cabbage.”
“He had three helpings.” Meghan sounded a little grossed out.
“Only three?” Melinda was half serious, knowing her friend had a voracious appetite.
“He ate an entire apple pie,” Pat said.
“You didn’t!”
“No, I did,” Walter said sheepishly. “How are things over there? What course are you on?”
“We’re in between dinner and dessert. The kids are all watching TV, but I snuck away.” She angled the camera to show her cousin. “I’m babysitting.”
“Oh!” cooed Meghan. “She’s so cute! She’s a new baby.”
“Three months, I think. My aunt is letting me care for her.”
“Okay. Game time,” Pat announced with a smile. Melinda knew the Evans family loved to play games, especially the boys.
“Oh, I’ll let you go.”
“No. You’re playing. Stupidest dinner conversations. Me first. I overheard the Connors arguing over whose hair was redder.”
“You’re joking!”
Meghan laughed. “No, he’s not. They’re…I forgot. Six and seven, I think? Our cousins’ kids. I know they’re close in age. Anyway, I overheard their argument, marched between them and said I won. Then I walked away.”
Melinda tried not to wake the baby as she laughed. “Okay. That beats my stupid dinner conversation. My brother and my oldest cousin, they’re both in the seventh grade. They got into a debate about who was the first president.”
“There’s a debate?” asked Pat. “I thought it was obvious. John Hanson.”
Meghan shook her head. “No. Peyton Randolph.”
Walter sent a quizzical look at his siblings. “What happened to George Washington?”
“Wait. How is this something Walter doesn’t know?” melinda was surprised, since Walter had the reputation among their friends of being the most knowledgeable and having all the answers.
“John Hanson was the first president under the Articles of Confederation,” Pat explained, “which were the government after America declared independence and before the Constitution was ratified, making George Washington president.”
“But,” Meghan countered, “Peyton Randolph was president of the Continental Congress, which is the government that was in charge before the Articles of Confederation were passed.”
“Yeah, I think that was the argument my brother was trying to make,” Melinda agreed. “But, he didn’t have all those details, which made his point a little fuzzy.”
“I got one,” Meghan announced. “Uncle Liam asked me how school was going. I told him I was taking a year off. He said, Oh, before you start high school?”
“How do you take a year off before high school?” Melinda asked.
“We were homeschooled,” Walter reminded her. “He probably thought Meghan was taking a year at home before going to school.”
“Maybe he said the wrong word?”
“No, he really thought I was only twelve.”
“You look twelve,” Pat informed her.
Meghan playfully punched her brother. “Okay, Walter. You’re up.”
Walter thought for a moment. “Nope. I was too busy eating. I don’t think I heard any conversations.”
Everyone laughed and Joey bounded into the room, plopping himself beside Melinda. Sophia stirred, but did not wake as Melinda drew her closer.
“Nonna says dessert’s ready. What’cha watching?” He looked over her shoulder to better see the screen.
“Nothing. I’m just saying hi to my friends.”
“But, you’re watching a movie. That’s Patrick and Meghan McGregor.”
“And, you’ve met Walter.” Melinda turned her attention back to her phone.
“Hey, Joey. What’s for dessert?” Walter asked with a smile.
“Oh, the usual. Cannoli, apple pie, pumpkin pie. Probably some cheesecake. Cookies.”
Melinda smiled at the thought. “I like the green leaves with the chocolate inside.”
“Now I’m hungry again,” Walter announced. “I wonder if there’s more pie.”
Meghan punched her brother lightly on the shoulder as Melinda started giggling. Pat brought the phone close so Melinda could no longer see the other Evans siblings.
“Text me later?” Pat blew her a kiss before ending the call.
Joey stared at his sister. “I don’t get it. Why is Walter with them?”
“Walter’s their brother.” Melinda was trying to get off the bed and store her phone without waking the still-sleeping baby.
“But, why did Patrick McGregor want you to text him?”
Sophia whimpered. “Joey! You woke her up!”
Melinda bounced the baby gently, fumbling in the diaper bag for the bottle.
“But, he blew you a kiss!”
“Yes, he did. He’s my boyfriend.”
Melinda got the top off the bottle and was able to shove it into the baby’s mouth before she reached full-blown wailing. She continued to bounce and rock slightly to calm the baby and lull her back to sleep.
Joey shook his head. “No, he’s not. Poppy Sommers is. It’s all over the internet.”
Melinda dropped the bottle and the baby fussed for a moment while Melinda tried to shove it back into her mouth. When she did respond to her brother, she wasn’t entirely polite.
“I haven’t seen what you’re talking about. All I know is that Pat and I have been together for about a week and a half. Maybe what you saw was older than that.”
“You’re serious? He’s really your boyfriend? Does Mom know?”
Melinda rolled her eyes as she headed for the doorway, the baby already half-asleep again.
“Yes, she does. But, I’d rather no one else know. So, don’t say anything about it. Deal?”
“But…”
“Deal?” Melinda raised her voice as much as she dared without waking the baby.
“Fine,” Joey mumbled as he walked past Melinda to return to the dining room.

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2020.09.04 06:38 sj230901 I (M19) feel clueless and kind of confused

A long read so be patient when you read this and bear with me.
Well I’d like to start with some background. So basically when I (M19) moved to college last year in July, within a few days I kind of started talking to this girl (call her Nisha for this post) from my same branch. We met accidentally (she[19F] returned me my lost copy etc) and we started like walking together in the evenings and spending time with each other. I’ll admit I was a total immature kind of guy then (never been in a relationship before at that time, got rejected once at school but those were very early times), and after about 3 weeks of dating, on a dinner, actually our first, I proposed to her out of a suddenness, as the next day autumn holidays (2 weeks) were about to begin and I wanted to…well, make it official before leaving. But yeah, she rejected politely and rightly so as I didn’t know her THAT well at that point. And later too, she apologized for the rejection and we promised to be in touch as friends. But after I came back, I wasn’t so sure that if I meet her and start going out casually I might repeat the same mistake. So, I kind of avoided her, although she several times asked me to interact, or offered to go out as friends. I gave some excuses like I needed to work and volunteer for the college fest and in the meantime she too, as it looked like, moved on and made new friends. Well moving ahead, I got a lab partner in Rachel (19F, name changed for the post’s sake) and well long story very, very short, we talked for months and finally made our relationship official on New Year’s Eve. I was very excited to be really honest, but what disaster it proved to be! We got so much of time constraints, she had this huge ‘friend’ circle and wouldn’t even agree to go out ever, as Nisha did. Amidst all this, I felt it my responsibility to tell Nisha about all this, and so I did but we talked very rarely. Well, anyways out of frustration and the circumstances, we broke up in March. And then this lockdown began. I haven’t been in contact with Rachel since then, but recently I’ve been in touch with Nisha a lot, especially because we got inducted into a technical club together some time ago. I still feel so, so bad and guilty over how I behaved with her and almost ghosted her for no reason. I tried to apologize but it has been often that she has changed the topic. We talk now like real good friends, in fact, we almost ever alternate day talk on the phone for over an hour or so (which is very much for me personally cuz even Rachel and I didn’t talk much on phone anyways, and this is new for me); as well as we text each other quite often throughout the day whenever we get time. Well I don’t know if this is normal, or even right from my side or for me too, that I’ve started developing feelings for her again. Like yes, I can assure you that I’m not the same guy anymore, I’ve learnt just so much in this respect and in general and have tried my best to be mature while making decisions around this. I genuinely feel for her, respect her, day in and out but I hadn’t thought that deeply about this until this week. Well, I was thinking of proposing her when this gets over (its been 6 months into Lockdown) and we get to college, cause this has given me a lot of time to know her actually. And she too has been giving me (what I think to be) hints or what we say as “green flags”, complimenting my height, looks, etc and telling me about her liking to guys who like to listen to her (which I actually do) etc.
But once again, I feel like I don’t have the ‘energy’ to propose to her, like I will be shaken beyond imagination if she rejects me this 2nd time. Also, I recently kind of feel like whatever girl I like, I should just never let her know about my true feelings for things to go happily if we remain friends. But at the same time, I want to let her know, though later if not now. This might sound very confusing but I’m sure you guys will understand what I feel. If you’ve read till this point, feel free to suggest and help me out!
TL;DR: I(19M) once again have feelings for a girl(19F) whom I Kind of ghosted months ago which I feel extremely bad and guilty about, and am confused about whether to ask her out again or not
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2020.09.03 12:40 diogenesl Marvel's Avengers - Review Thread

Game Information

Game Title: Marvel's Avengers
Platforms:
Trailers:
Developers: Crystal Dynamics, Eidos-Montréal
Publisher: Square Enix
Review Aggregator:
OpenCritic - 75 average - 68% recommended - 28 reviews

Critic Reviews

ACG - Jeremy Penter - Unscored
"Avengers is fun for a bit but than just gets lost in weird level design, boring gameplay, spotty performance, and lack of true character."
Chicas Gamers - Alba Nausicáa - Spanish - Unscored
Marvel's Avengers is a game more focused on the future console generation than the present ones and so we can see on the PC version, however, those of us who will play it on current generations can still enjoy it to its fullest. Likewise, developers wanted to cover so much that in the end they failed keep it together. There are still some mechanics that are quite poor and too much content for some newbie players.
Cultured Vultures - Jimmy Donnellan - 6.5 / 10
Marvel's Avengers is held up by a surprisingly excellent single-player campaign and let down by its stagnant gameplay loop and widespread technical issues. We definitely can't do this all day.
Daily Mirror - JC Suttun - 3 / 5 stars
If you have even a passing fondness for these legendary Marvel characters, you'll likely have a blast with Avengers' campaign, but the relentless enticements for virtual wares might put you off hanging around afterwards.
Destructoid - Chris Carter - Unscored
Marvel's Avengers seems like a shoo-in for a future games-as-a-service "bringing up your grades" award. It's rough now, but after some free characters arrive in the mix alongside some quality of life updates and some performance patches, it could be a nice way to spend a weekend with some friends.
Gadgets 360 - Akhil Arora - 6 / 10
It's nowhere as annoying as the problems with combat though. If you can look past the latter — and it's not easy — you'll find a story that's largely well done, especially when it comes to Kamala's role in it. Its best moments are the narrative interludes, be it the early fun, charming, and giddy moments she shares with the Avengers or the quiet moments
Game Informer - Andrew Reiner - 8.8 / 10
The amount of depth can be confusing at first, but you have plenty of reasons to keep playing in the endgame
GameByte - Brett Claxton - Unscored
From what we’ve played of the game it seems like something that fans of the heroes will love, even if it’s just the story mode that you play. The multiplayer elements won’t be for everyone but there’s plenty there to keep coming back to.
GameMAG - Александр Логинов, Азамат Тегаев, Вадим Съедин - Russian - 6 / 10
Marvel's Avengers is a typical holiday blockbuster with bright special effects, explosions, chases and familiar characters, which periodically descends into dullness with boring missions and tasks. Without all this tinsel and service elements, Marvel's Avengers would probably be a much more complete and interesting game. At the same time, Crystal Dynamics managed to create a really interesting character with Kamala Khan, who deserves much more attention than the rest of the Avengers squad.
GameSpot - Phil Hornshaw - Unscored
Crystal Dynamics' take on the Avengers characters and the story therein is compelling, but live service aspects get in the way.
Gamerheadquarters - Jason Stettner - 9 / 10
Marvel’s Avengers is a generally fantastic and expansive experience that can provide countless hours of gameplay.
Gamers Heroes - Blaine Smith - 80 / 100
The future of Marvel's Avengers ongoing success will be completely dependent on the quality and regularity of content. However, as a game available today, it's a solid entry into the loot and shoot RPG space. The single player story is worth the price of admission alone, leaving the fun but dated approach to multiplayer a welcome addition for fans of the looter style approach.
GamesRadar+ - Rachel Weber - Unscored
The missions haven't been incredibly inspiring so far, but I'm hopeful that as my team grows and the challenges build, so will the variety in enemies.
Heavy - Elton Jones - 8.5 / 10
Marvel’s Avengers is still worth a recommendation and looks to be even more worthy as it throws free DLC at players over time.
Hobby Consolas - David Martinez - Spanish - 89 / 100
Marvel´s Avengers is a very ambitious game, with a spectacular single player campaign and multiplayer designed as a MMO, with enjoyable combat system and the promise of lots of content and new heroes incoming. Some missions can get repetitive.
IGN - Tom Marks - Unscored
The fundamentals of Avengers’ beat-em-up combat are a lot of fun in a campaign setting like this, with each mission giving you control of a specific character depending on the story’s needs at any given time.
Inverse - 8 / 10
This could have been a disaster. Thankfully, Avengers is simply a blast to play.
Kakuchopurei - Jonathan Leo - 50 / 100
There are shades and traces of a simple yet heartfelt action game buried underneath Marvel's Avengers' corporate-driven money-grubbing muck that clearly needed a few more months of QA and technical fixing. Until its updates and content elevates the base experience and assuming the Day One/Week One patch fixes a LOT of these game's grievances, you'll have to settle for Earth's Mediocre Heroes.
Metro GameCentral - Unscored
Whether players will be quite as enthusiastic after repeating the same mission objectives for the hundredth time, just in a slightly different location (that still lacks any personality or sense of place) we’ll have to see. But at the moment we can’t help wishing this was a considerably smaller game with fewer heroes and a lot more villains.
MonsterVine - Spencer Legacy - 4 / 5
Marvel’s Avengers is an all-around fun title that does justice to the Avengers name.
PC Invasion - Andrew Farrell - 8 / 10
Marvel's Avengers is a very entertaining game that makes great use of its characters. The PC version gave me some problems and many others are having similar issues, but it's an enjoyable time with a lot of value.
Polygon - Laura Kate Dale - Unscored
OK multiplayer stitched onto a great campaign
Shacknews - Donovan Erskine - 8 / 10
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Spaziogames - Domenico Musicò - Italian - 7.4 / 10
Marvel's Avengers has a shallow and linear campaign, saved only by a brilliant start and the exciting finale. Multiplayer mode offers a good mission variety, but the success of the game con be already compromised by the repetitiveness and the generic combat system.
Stevivor - Steve Wright - Unscored
All up, Avengers is turning out to be a pleasant surprise so far, a game with more narrative and heart than I expected thanks to a lacklustre beta.
TheSixthAxis - Jim Hargreaves - 7 / 10
Past its flaws and behind the grind, Marvel's Avengers is still a fun superhero brawler that has plenty of room to grow in the coming months.
Worth Playing - Chris "Atom" DeAngelus - 8.5 / 10
Marvel's Avengers is an enjoyable Avengers-themed brawler that's tied to an untested multiplayer mode. If all you want is to play through the video game equivalent of a Marvel movie, then it does an excellent job. If you're hoping for something you can play for infinite hours with constant updates, the truth is that it's too early to tell. What we played was fun for a few hours of co-op, but I have my doubts about its long-term viability. It's by far the best Avengers game ever made, and with the exception of Hulk (whose Hulk: Ultimate Destruction remains the pinnacle of Hulk gameplay), it features the best video game version of the superheroes to date.
XboxEra - Jesse Norris - 8.8 / 10
Despite a rocky reveal Marvel’s Avengers is a fun, and gorgeous game that is a blast to play both solo and with friends. Featuring a campaign with emotional heft and multiplayer that is built to last, it is an easy recommendation for any fan of either the genre or the source material.
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2020.09.01 22:22 SilverSylphid Endorsi Jahad Character Interpretation: The Real "Fake" Princess

Warning: WALL of text lmao
Birth & Adoptive Parents
The circumstances of her birth is a mystery. The only info we have is that she “didn’t have parents around when she was born.” So how did it end up like that? Is it a case where her parents were forced to leave her behind (likely due to tragic reasons such as death)? Or was it for some purpose? Or is it a case where she was unwanted? An illegitimate child, maybe? Something possibly related to her race? Or… idk how far-fetched… but what if she literally didn’t have bio parents?! A creation / experiment of the Workshop?!
Whatever the case, children being abandoned in the Middle Area seems common. And based on how she spent her early years “wandering around,” it’s likely she grew up as a street urchin. That was until her days of wandering ended when a family from the Middle Area adopted her.
There’s not much info about that family either so we don’t for sure if the intent was pure with no darker context behind it. But taking an optimistic approach, she described them as ordinary and good people and she was raised by them as a normal girl. The significance of this is for the first (and only) time in her life, after spending who-knows-how-many years surviving, she didn’t have to be anxious about survival anymore. She can just live as a normal girl. She gained a family! A home! Hence, the void that must’ve been left by her bio parents were filled. For some time, she lived the life of a normal girl.

The Snake Charmer
Then, everything changed when the shady snek appeared. One day, he suddenly showed up and told her talents are princess-worthy. Then, he killed her parents, knowing she probably didn’t want to leave them behind, thus getting in her way of becoming a princess. Afterward, he took her to a yet-to-be-revealed Great Family branch that was desperately trying to produce a princess.
However, if you think about it, isn’t it a bit strange? Remember, Endorsi was living as a normal girl. It’s not like she was doing anything that displayed her talent or attracted attention. Even Ewha, who’s not a princess (not yet, at least) got the hype around her flames! I would think being personally told you’re princess-worthy isn’t something that’s lightly said to anyone… especially for someone like the Snake Charmer who apparently is responsible for choosing who has the worthy talents. Moreover, Endorsi’s weakness and helplessness were apparent at the start of the competition when she couldn’t even sit at the table and had to eat stale bread for months! Still, he was eventually proven right when she suddenly awakened some sort of hidden talent (?), which she then used to eliminate her competition in just a few days.
The question is... how did he discover her? What made him declare she’s princess-worthy despite being weak at the time? I think this all makes sense if he already knew about her beforehand. Could there be a hidden reason why he found her and wanted her to become a princess? Something related to her real parents, perhaps? Or could it even be a task from Headon or that Jahad look-alike? Regardless, I don’t think it was a coincidence he found her.
As for her relationship with Snake Charmer, I think it’s more complicated than it appears. Although there’s no doubt she hates him, I could see him playing the role of a guardian / companion to a girl who just lost her parents. Yes, deep down, she knew he’s a shady scum and responsible for her parents’ deaths but at least he was with her and she wasn’t alone. Therefore, she might have brushed it aside, not wanting to end up alone. Err, something like Stockholm Syndrome, maybe? But when she became a princess, he too ended up leaving her behind, leaving her completely alone again. It was then she was forced to acknowledge that he was just manipulating her.
However, despite his manipulations, we see in HF that he does seem somewhat fond and protective of her. What’s especially interesting is despite making her a princess, he doesn’t seem to care that she's around an irregular like Bam. He doesn’t lecture her over actions that were very unbecoming of a princess either.

Abandonment & Loneliness
Taking everything I’ve interpreted of her past, we see that her life has been far from pleasant. Outside of the time she lived with her adoptive parents, her entire life has been all about survival. Whether it’s having to fend for herself as a child, forced to survive in the competition to become princess, and now being a part of the princess shenanigans. It’s been constantly being left behind, deaths, betrayals. Eventually, she learned to be ruthless and betray others herself, becoming “a bad girl.” But, one thing is certain. She always ends up alone.
With nothing else left again, her princess status was all that she had. It may have clouded her, thinking it was all she was worth. “Just a princess. A cultural asset. A shoe in a display case. Never to be touched, only admired from a distance.” So, for a time, I think she dedicated herself to it and did actually try to be a “proper princess.” What else was she going to do, after all?
Thus, she chose to be alone and keep others away, burying her true feelings. Compared to trusting others, being betrayed, and losing others again, trusting only herself and being alone doesn’t seem so bad! But really. Immersing herself as “Princess Endorsi” was just a mask. To protect herself from getting hurt again.
It makes a lot of sense how she ended up the way she is by the start of s1. She’s a lonely girl who hides behind a flashy exterior, has a cynical view towards concepts like friendship in the tower, and isn’t very good at social interaction (the worst, in SIU’s words) and tends to clash words with others.
It’s always interesting to witness the constant struggle with herself. She’s really not as straightforward as she appears. Notice how there’s often a disparity between what she says and her inner thoughts! Her expressions are important to take note of, too.
She’s the type that even if she does or says something with the right or helpful intent, it’ll almost never come out the right way. It’s due to a combination of not knowing how to interact with others (again, being the worst when it comes to social interaction), her life experience, and her short temper! Still, her concept is that of a modern girl who is yet to mature. So I read that as someone who will slowly continue to grow and mature as the story goes!

Bam & Anaak
Of course, things began to gradually change for her after meeting people like Bam and Anaak.
Anaak Sr was someone she already heard of. A princess who went against what she’s supposed to be for love?! A princess who pursued what she really wanted?! For Endorsi, it must've felt like a slap in the face! And perhaps, she was envious. Sure, Anaak Sr may be foolish. But at least she wasn’t a coward who hid and ran from her true feelings! So, seeing her daughter, Endorsi couldn’t contain her curiosity.
With Anaak, she may have subconsciously wanted to connect with, especially with both having lost their parents to the whole princess mess. It also wouldn’t be surprising if Anaak Sr was someone she actually admired secretly (note how she almost acts like a fangirl around Garam [another rebellious princess] or how she was easily provoked when the blonde girl with Bagarav mocked Anaak’s mom or anything Anaak-related in general). Maybe she’d hate it if Anaak Sr’s death is to be in vain and sees to it that her sacrifice is worth it. Hence, why she feels the need to protect Anaak to the point of doing shitty stuff. It’s something like a “fuck you!” to the princess system. It’s a hint to how she actually feels about being a princess.
Much like Anaak Sr, Bam and his naivety towards friendship and togetherness was another that felt like a slap in the face! Bam and Anaak were basically constant reminders of her inner conflicts.
She also has the lonely-people connection with Bam. They both suffer from loneliness but they deal with it in very different ways (almost the complete opposite, in fact). Even so, it was he who invited her to sit with him and his friends when she was just keeping to herself (outside of her business w/ Anaak). And remember when he saved her and blackmailed her into a “friend”? For someone who became cynical, it was something she couldn’t fathom. Why did he “waste his points” for someone like her?!
Nevertheless, she was very fond of his naivety and innocence. And it was what made her interested and curious about him. She knew from experience that losing one’s innocence for a position of power was a difficult and lonely path, a path she didn’t want him to follow. It was for that reason she hoped he’d forget about Rachel and stop climbing the tower so he doesn’t lose it. She even went as far as presenting him the option to leave with an injured Rachel, even if it means giving up on Rachel’s dream. Unfortunately for her, he couldn’t do that.
Later on, his “death” was difficult for her to take. His words to her, that he was glad she doesn’t feel alone anymore when she’s with him is very important to her. You could even call it THE turning point to her character! Despite her facade and hinting to him she wants to be left alone (as she didn’t want to be around bothersome people who made her nervous… like Bam), she quickly denied it when he basically accused her of still feeling alone even when he’s around! It was rather cute! Anyway, this exchange was the moment she started developing feelings for him. Maybe not necessarily romantic feelings, but certainly, she started feeling something strong for him. The “date” was just her way of telling him, “You better come back alive, idiot!” And she later pursued it in s2 to figure out or remind herself how she truly felt about him.
Thus, when he “died” and didn’t come back for a while, it brought back bad memories of getting left behind. It was happening again. Isu hinted that her reckless behavior became worse, doing whatever she wants without care!

To Be Or Not To Be
One common idea among the fandom is she has to make a choice between being a princess and not being a princess at some point. But I believe this is not quite the case. Since she didn’t intend to be a princess in the first place, the answer has always been clear regarding that especially since late s1.
Almost everything she’s done since then is her acting against what an ideal Jahad princess should be. She already dropped her princess facade almost entirely outside of the public eye. Not to mention, climbing the tower with Anaak has been a disadvantage to her against other princesses as Isu mentioned. I actually think she may not have been able to power up properly because of it. That tells us she doesn’t care about power and influence.
What has been consistent with her since the beginning? It’s her desire to learn more about rebellious princesses, the life they’re living, and if they have any regrets! It’s why she wanted a “clear answer” if Anaak’s mom had regrets! It’s why she later went through the trouble of going to the FoD just to meet Garam. That tells us there’s always a desire to be done with the princess BS even back then. Those feelings were just suppressed.
She’s just a regular. If she makes her intentions known, it’s no different than asking for a death sentence! You don’t stop being a princess just because you want to. Even Anaak Sr, who was a 13 months princess, was easily disposed of. What can a mere regular princess do? That’s why if she’s going to die, she wants to make it absolutely certain she does so without regrets! So, the choice has never been a matter of whether she wants to keep her princess status or not… Rather, it’s more like “Is this something worth dying for?” And well, considering one of the last times we saw her, she admits her intentions to Kallavan without hesitation… I guess it’s safe to say she finally found that something.

True Goal/Desire
So with all that said, what does she really want? What is her true desire? Well, it’s not easy to determine. From the start, there’s a feeling she just intended to aimlessly climb the tower w/o any particular end goal. However, I could see her searching for the Snake Charmer as he might know who she really is (assuming he hasn’t already told her). A sequence where she investigates and tries to find out about her fucked-up origins (Misaka Mikoto style in Sisters Arc) is something I’d personally love! Again, assuming she doesn’t already know.
But that aside, I believe deep down she really is just “a lonely girl who wants to be loved.” It’s actually a line from Emile when it was first introduced. At the time, it felt more like a gag. But I can’t think of any other line that describes her better than that!
By love, it isn’t necessarily in a romantic sense (though that works too!) but more like having a family or a place to belong to. That would explain many of her actions including why she let herself get adopted by a family although it could’ve been something suspicious and dangerous! Or how the Snake Charmer was able to easily manipulate her! Or how she started going against being an ideal Jahad princess as soon as she found something worthwhile! Because she’s constantly seeking that love that seems to continue to elude her!
This makes her different from many characters who are chasing after something greater such as stars, power, glory, revenge, Jahad’s death, etc. SIU had also described her as someone fairly warm and human among the princesses. I think this is part of what he meant by it. That her true desire is something rather mundane or human.
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Aaaand that’s it. Wow, thank you if you actually read all of that. Even if you didn’t agree w/ a single thing I said, thanks for taking or wasting your time!
I made this after doing a re-read! When I thought of her past and connected it together with her present, I realize that it makes so much sense and everything fits together! There are still a lot of details we don't know but SIU is amazing w/ how subtle he's been developing her.
Unfortunately, when I read discussions about her, it always feels like Endorsi is a character with many overlooked details or arguments that goes against her character arc. It’s not that she’s a very complicated character. But she does have a lot of subtle easy-to-miss details (and waifu + shipping wars, I guess). There are many details I’ve missed too. My interpretation of her is way different now than what it was prior to this recent re-read!
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2020.08.31 19:24 sj230901 I (M19) feel clueless and kind of...confused

A long read so have patience when you read this and bear with me.
Well I’d like to start with some background. So basically when I (M19) moved to college last year in July, within a few days I kind of started talking to this girl (call her Nisha for this post) from my same branch. We met accidentally (she[19F] returned me my lost copy etc) and we started like walking together in the evenings and spending time with each other. I’ll admit I was a total immature kind of guy then (never been in a relationship before at that time, got rejected once at school but those were very early times), and after about 3 weeks of dating, on a dinner, actually our first, I proposed to her out of a suddenness, as the next day autumn holidays (2 weeks) were about to begin and I wanted to…well, make it official before leaving. But yeah, she rejected politely and rightly so as I didn’t know her THAT well at that point. And later too, she apologized for the rejection and we promised to be in touch as friends. But after I came back, I wasn’t so sure that if I meet her and start going out casually I might repeat the same mistake. So, I kind of avoided her, although she several times asked me to interact, or offered to go out as friends. I gave some excuses like I needed to work and volunteer for the college fest and in the meantime she too, as it looked like, moved on and made new friends. Well moving ahead, I got a lab partner in Rachel (19F, name changed for the post’s sake) and well long story very, very short, we talked for months and finally made our relationship official on New Year’s Eve. I was very excited to be really honest, but what disaster it proved to be! We got so much of time constraints, she had this huge ‘friend’ circle and wouldn’t even agree to go out ever, as Nisha did. Amidst all this, I felt it my responsibility to tell Nisha about all this, and so I did but we talked very rarely. Well, anyways out of frustration and the circumstances, we broke up in March. And then this lockdown began. I haven’t been in contact with Rachel since then, but recently I’ve been in touch with Nisha a lot, especially because we got inducted into a technical club together some time ago. I still feel so, so bad and guilty over how I behaved with her and almost ghosted her for no reason. I tried to apologize but it has been often that she has changed the topic. We talk now like real good friends, in fact, we almost ever alternate day talk on the phone for over an hour or so (which is very much for me personally cuz even Rachel and I didn’t talk much on phone anyways, and this is new for me); as well as we text each other quite often throughout the day whenever we get time. Well I don’t know if this is normal, or even right from my side or for me too, that I’ve started developing feelings for her again. Like yes, I can assure you that I’m not the same guy anymore, I’ve learnt just so much in this respect and in general and have tried my best to be mature while making decisions around this. I genuinely feel for her, respect her, day in and out but I hadn’t thought that deeply about this until this week. Well, I was thinking of proposing her when this gets over (its been 6 months into Lockdown) and we get to college, cause this has given me a lot of time to know her actually. And she too has been giving me (what I think to be) hints or what we say as “green flags”, complimenting my height, looks, etc and telling me about her liking to guys who like to listen to her (which I actually do) etc.
But once again, I feel like I don’t have the ‘energy’ to propose to her, like I will be shaken beyond imagination if she rejects me this 2nd time. Also, I recently kind of feel like whatever girl I like, I should just never let her know about my true feelings for things to go happily if we remain friends. But at the same time, I want to let her know, though later if not now. This might sound very confusing but I’m sure you guys will understand what I feel. If you’ve read till this point, feel free to suggest and help me out!
TL;DR: I(19M) once again have feelings for a girl(19F) whom I Kind of ghosted months ago which I feel extremely bad and guilty about, and am confused about whether to ask her out again or not.
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