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2020.11.26 14:14 OldmanRevived I saw five movies (Hillbilly Elegy, Let Him Go, Buddy Games, Happiest Season, Uncle Frank)

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
First up was Hillbilly Elegy
When it was published in 2016, J.D. Vance's memoir "Hillbilly Elegy," unread by me, was slammed by many for indulging in the same hackneyed stereotypes about rural America that it was theoretically designed to deflate, and for reducing the impact of social, political and economic factors in order to favor a more inspirational narrative of triumphing. In this story, a young man, attending Yale Law School, returns to his hometown in Ohio to help his mother, who recently overdosed on heroin. While that story plays, the man's past, as well as flashes from a more distant past, reveals itself, showing us what it was like for him as a child, living amidst economic uncertainty and various unaddressed conflicts within his family.
Indeed, there are at least a few broader stories in the background of Vance's personal account. One of them is what happened to the family's native spot in the Appalachia region of Kentucky, once prospering with the jobs and industry of a local steel mill but later, by the time he is aware of it, filled with boarded-up storefronts, as people linger on streets, sidewalks, and parking lots with nothing to do. This juxtaposes the family's return home with their initial migration to Ohio. The mill was running back then, when J.D.'s grandparents packed up the car and moved.
The other broader tale belongs to the family, beyond adult J.D. (Gabriel Basso) and his younger self (played by Owen Asztalos). In the present, J.D. is looking for an internship at a law firm that will keep him close to his girlfriend Usha (Freida Pinto). While dining with prospective law partners, he receives a call from his sister Lindsay (Haley Bennett), who inform him that their mother Bev (Amy Adams) overdosed. He returns home and tries to arrange a place for Bev in a rehab facility, all while he has a job interview the next morning.
In the past, J.D. had to deal with the mercurial moods of his mother, while seeking support and attention from his grandmother, affectionately called Mamaw (Glenn Close). We see the start and decline of Bev's addiction; she's a parasite, an addict, a narcissist, and a desperate user of others, notably her own family. J.D. foots the bill for a week-long stay on four credit cards, only to learn that Bev has no interest in going into rehab. As a former nurse who trashed her career when she roller-skated through the corridors of a hospital after popping pills, she's been shooting heroin, and she seems to be going down fast.
How did J.D. go all the way from Middletown to Yale? We're not entirely sure, though we know that he got there, so there’s not much suspense about whether he figured out how to transcend his past. The film keeps flashing back to his days as a teenager in the late 1990s. J.D., it's suggested, gets lost because his mother flees from one man to the next. When she marries on a whim, he winds up with a druggie delinquent stepbrother. A scene or two later, he has fallen into delinquency himself, a transformation that is less than convincing.
The movie's tone, guided by J.D.'s narration, veers between romanticizing certain elements of this downhome culture, a scolding attitude toward certain issues and a dismissive outlook on others, and just wallowing in the abject misery of this place and these people. It's all over the place, really, although there's one position upon which the movie never genuinely stops: compassion. Director Ron Howard works in the tradition of Colorful People who relentlessly inflict their colorfulness on us as if we could not see in the first six minutes that they were afflicted.
Give some credit to Glenn Close, who spends most of the movie with a cigarette in her mouth, wisecracking to everything that stands in her way. She acts as a person who is tired of being colorful, and even more tired of having a colorful family. What's best about the movie are the actors' human qualities. Amy Adams has a direct, blunt honesty that is appealing, and it's put to a good effect here. Both Asztalos and Basso have a dry way of sardonically holding their distance, but there you have the role of most narrators, anyway.
If I spent a lot of time performing a census of the cast, it is because the movie seems to rotate among its characters as if taking inventory. Nothing happens in "Hillbilly Elegy" that I cared much about. The movie leaves me with such vivid memories of its times and places, its feelings and weathers, and yet leaves me so completely indifferent to its plot. It presents the cycles of addiction and abuse, not with any insight or thoughtfulness, but with a sense of inescapable fate. From this perspective, these characters are essentially condemned to these lives for reasons beyond the movie's ability or willingness to confront.
"Hillbilly Elegy" hinges on Mamaw's hope that she'll leave her family better off than she found them, and it’s clear that J.D.'s story has fulfilled that wish almost as soon as this movie starts. But the process of watching him cut his losses and recommit to his own success is rendered in a way that just isn't dramatically satisfying. Everyone else's lives and problems really don't matter to this story, except that they give J.D. a few lessons to learn and a whole lot to run from. This is a movie that's surprisingly good in areas where it doesn't need to be good at all, and pretty awful in areas where it has to succeed.

Next up was Let Him Go
The opening images of "Let Him Go" include Kevin Costner standing behind a fence and watching as a horse jogs around in the pasture. He spends a lot of time standing alone, doing nothing, maybe thinking nothing, observing as if it is a task that provides him with purpose. He's not bitter or depressed or anything of the sort. He's simply content. This is just another relaxing start to his day.
George (Costner) and Margaret (Diane Lane) have been married for decades. Living on a ranch in Montana, the two are finally and completely happy when we first meet them. Their house evokes the healing serenity of wide-open spaces, overlooking fields that are perfect for horseback riding. They have an adult son, James (Ryan Bruce), who has married and given the two their first grandchild. All of them live under the same roof. When George and Margaret are sitting at the table eating breakfast, they look so comfortable with each other that they make us feel cozy.
Suddenly, tragedy strikes when James dies in an accident, and their insular, peaceful world is understandably shattered. A few years later, his wife Lorna (Kayli Carter) marries Donnie Weboy (Will Brittain), but it’s obvious from their dour ceremony that this is a union of necessity. While in town one day, Margaret sees Donnie abuse Lorna, as well as her grandson Jimmy. She tells George, and they go to the apartment where Lorna and Donnie live, hoping to take custody of the boy. Instead, they find that Donnie has abruptly packed them up and moved to parts unknown.
Margaret refuses to accept the situation, planning a road trip across state lines to retrieve Jimmy and raise him. George is reluctant, but she eventually convinces him. After packing his suitcase, George wanders out of the room without it. Margaret thinks he has changed his mind, but he explains he's just turning off the water. "I'm not coming home to busted pipes," he says. They pack up the station wagon for a road trip to begin the process of tracking down Donnie. She even packs George's old service revolver, just in case.
They travel from Montana to North Dakota, making a few stops along the way for information or to rest. George's connections as a retired lawman, vaguely famous in the region, help. They meet Peter, played by Booboo Stewart, a young Native American man living off a stolen horse, but not looking for any loot to steal. George and Margaret reminisce and occasionally bicker, but the two mostly share comfortable silences that say everything.
On a plot level, that ramps up the tension as George and Margaret encounter various members of Donnie's family (Jeffrey Donovan plays a false-smiling uncle, and Lesley Manville shows up as the tough, authoritative matriarch), leading to an unstoppable series of threats and violence. There’s a third act that's so wildly out of left field, it could have shifted the tone completely. But somehow, it works, because the movie never made me lose interest in its central characters. There's still a reticence, an unwillingness to push the violence beyond where it wants to go
Faithful readers will know that I have a certain fondness for movies with villains who are so despicable and repugnant that we cheer when we see something horrible happen to them. "Let Him Go" does not disappoint in this regard, although it does cost us something extra in the process. I still have yet to decide if the movie's ending is a particularly good one. As silly as it sounds, I really came to enjoy the company of George and Margaret, and I couldn't bear to see anything nasty happen to such good people. Oh well. Maybe it's another example of how sometimes we just have to face reality.
Many of the reviews of the film have criticized it on the basis of its plot and its tonal shift. I like it because of the time I got to spend with the characters as they dealt with family matters over a period of days. It was intrinsically interesting, not because of what it was about, but simply because of what it was. I think perhaps "Let Him Go" is gently trying to be a movie about imperfect but interesting people, the goodness of whose souls is tested by a private crisis. No great lessons are learned, no great statements made, but by the end of the film we have spent some interesting time with these people, and know them better.

Next up was Buddy Games
Although I am aware sperm is a precious bodily fluid, I don't find it an especially funny one. In "Buddy Games," the male characters are neurotic about three subjects: the size, experience, and health of their reproductive organs. This movie is like a study of de-evolution and man's ability to cheat natural selection. It's full of material that would be rejected from most third-grade recess periods for lacking wit and dignity.
Josh Duhamel, an actor who projects likability, makes his directorial debut with this comedy, which he also co-wrote and stars in. Looking at the film's press notes, he informs us that he always wanted to direct, and that writing a screenplay seemed like the natural way to start. He was close. Writing a bad screenplay is a natural way to start. There's no excuse in making the decision to film it. What he has made is yet another hymn to arrested male adolescence that should be mandatory viewing in convents to prevent nuns from thinking of renouncing their vows of celibacy.
Duhamel plays Bob, a successful businessman who has created the Buddy Games, an annual competition in which him and his friends strive to beat each other in a variety of contests. Indulging their "primal need to dominate," the guys usually aim for a lame trophy and, more importantly, bragging rights. The other members are Durfy (Dax Shepard), Doc (Kevin Dillon), Bender (Nick Swardson), Zane (James Roday). At the beginning of the movie, Sheldon (Dan Bakkedahl), the most avid competitor, is having a glorious time, until someone shoots him in the testicles with a paint gun.
Cut to five years later: Sheldon has been in a funk ever since, having lost both precious orbs of manhood. Bob, meanwhile, has a beautiful girlfriend (Olivia Munn), and he's also quite rich, which enables him to restart the Buddy Games at the behest of Sheldon's mother, who thinks it's the only way to lift her son out of his suicidal depression. When the other members prove reluctant to go along, Bob throws in a $150,000 prize as an enticement.
But Sheldon will only come back if Bender, the guy who shot him, will be excluded. To dissuade Bender from joining in, Bob tells him that there's a substantial entry fee. To his surprise, Bender successfully raises money by prostituting himself and selling vodka in his mini-van. Eventually, the group reunites for a new round of games, which include such not so hilarious exercises as attaching steaks to their heads and confronting a giant lizard. The most extended segment involves the men ingesting laxatives at a crowded bar and trying to persuade women to buy them a drink before the drugs take effect. It's no spoiler to reveal that not all of them succeed.
These guys seem to have it out for each other. Sure, a couple of them talk about how the game has kept them together all these years, long after one would imagine childhood friends would go their separate ways. To what end does it keep them together, though? The movie wants us to simultaneously view these characters as representations of middle-aged vulnerability and sometimes as literal punching bags, constantly to be beaten, smashed, and pulverized. There's something wrong with these people, and the simple fact of the matter is that watching them satisfy their masochistic tendencies isn't fun or funny.
There is a kind of one-upmanship now at work in Hollywood, inspired by the success of several gross-out comedies, to elevate smut into an art form. This is not an entirely futile endeavor; it can be done, and when it is done well, it can be funny. There's a scene in this movie where Bender also tries to appease his guilt by offering Sheldon a refrigerated humidor full of his own semen. Later, when Sheldon is in the kitchen making Pina Coladas, he grabs the semen and mixes it in. Yuck. Millions of little soldiers being massacred for a laugh.
For a fleeting moment, the film stops trying to break the Guinness Book record for offensive crudity and decides to simply be funny. The best part of "Buddy Games," and really the best part of any bad movie, is Olivia Munn. When Bob tells her about his plan to start the games again, she doesn't waste any time ditching him. Then, at the end, she rushes over to Bob in hopes that the games are finally over and they can start a life together. She pulls out the little black box, and shows him a ring. What does he do? He rejects it. At this point, it was clear that none of the idiots in "Buddy Games" are worth saving. I don't know about you, but if Olivia Munn walked up to me and handed over an engagement ring, I would take my chances.

Next up was Happiest Season
There is an emerging genre of movies about family reunions at holiday time. It seems to be a truth universally acknowledged that most reunions at Christmas end happily, while most reunions at Thanksgiving end sadly. That's odd, because the way things shake down in the world of fragmented families, we tend to spend Thanksgiving with those we choose, and Christmas with those we must. If those two lists are identical in your life, your holidays must all be joyous, or all not.
Perhaps what drives audiences to films like "Happiest Season" is that certain sense of empathy. The people onscreen may or may not look like us, but we can find some relatability and understanding in their comic foibles and tragic events. The simplest situations conceal hidden traps, and by the time the story arrives at its more serious point, we fully buy into it, because these characters have so endeared themselves to us through the comedy. It's funny in an innocent screwball kind of way.
The basic setup involves Abby (Kristen Stewart) and Harper (Mackenzie Davis), who have been dating for about a year as Christmas approaches. Abby isn't into the holiday season. Her parents, who really were into it, died when she was 19, as Harper loves to point out in expository dialogue. Being a fan of the season, she wants the woman she loves to have that sensation of Christmas joy again. So, she drunkenly invites Abby home for Christmas to meet her family. Regretting the move in the cold light of day, she waits until the car ride to reveal that she isn't actually out to her family.
Harper asks Abby to keep their relationship a secret while they're at the house, with the promise that she'll finally be honest with her family once the holidays are finished. Abby agrees, although it certainly ruins her plans to propose to Harper on Christmas morning. She meets Harper's parents Tipper (Mary Steenburgen), who's more than a bit of a controlling presence in the house, and Ted (Victor Garber), a local city council member who's running for mayor on a platform of some pretty conservative platitudes. Harper's older sister is Jane (Mary Holland), an odd one who always seems to be vying for attention. The eldest sibling is Sloane (Alison Brie), formerly a successful lawyer who quit to raise her children and make custom gift baskets.
From there, the film becomes a full-on farce, complete with eccentric characters, plenty of misunderstandings, and even some close-call gags involving doors and bedroom escapades. It's everything we expect from such material. Most of the action takes place in the house, and whatever happens will have to happen before everybody heads back to the airport. That creates an artificial deadline that makes everything seem more urgent and requires that the truth be told or love declared right here and now, or not at all.
The film is warm-hearted, funny, and involving. Stewart and Davis are well-cast. But it's not completely successful; I have an idea that writer-director Clea DuVall didn't know how to end it, and so she orchestrates a final scene at a gas station that owes more to screwball comedy than to the truth of the story. Some of the characters are broader than the material requires, but one of them, Abby's gay friend John (Dan Levy), is a wonderful comic creation, and there are some scenes of him just answering the phone that are inexplicably hilarious.
Look, a great movie this is not. A pleasant holiday entertainment it is. The generosity of the film is in how DuVall presents these characters without judgment and with considerable sympathy. Harper is in love with Abby; that's not in doubt. But she is slow to understand the depth and complexity of Abby's fabrications. She's sweet, and naive, but not the brightest bulb on the tree. What defines her for the family is not the fact that she's gay, but her own concealed romanticism. By the end, we understand that although life may not give us too much, it often gives enough.

And the last one was Uncle Frank
"Uncle Frank" presents material that cries out to be handled with quiet empathy and hammers us with it. I understand what the film is trying to do, but not why it does it with such crude melodrama. The tone is all wrong for a story of homosexuality; the conclusion of which is not necessarily false, but it does feel a bit dishonest in its simplicity. When you lay it on too thick, the audience is distracted by implausibility rather than identifying with the characters.
The movie begins in 1969 with 14 year old Beth (Sophia Lillis) dreaming of someday escaping the backwater South Carolina town where she lives with her family and seeing the world. She is encouraged in this by her Uncle Frank (Paul Bettany), who did just that; he now teaches at NYU. Frank's rare returns home are marked by the obvious coldness that his father (Stephen Root) demonstrates towards him for absolutely no evident reason. Four years later, driven by Frank's encouragement, Beth is now attending NYU, and it takes only one surprise appearance at a party at Frank's apartment to discover that he is gay and living with his lover of ten years.
Wally (Peter Macdissi) is Frank's committed partner. Just as Beth is figuring out how to react to this information, the phone rings in Frank's apartment. Daddy Mac has died. It's time for Beth, Frank, and Wally to take a road trip, back to South Carolina for the funeral. That's when the perspective changes to Frank, whose cheerful mood drops upon realizing he has to return home and further declines when Beth starts asking about his romantic past. Through flashbacks, we see what has long haunted the uncle, as a teenaged Frank (played by Cole Doman) experiences his first relationship with a young man.
As you might guess, it ended tragically, and as the memories form more clearly, we understand why Mac's death, which Frank confesses to imagining so often, has brought up not relief, but only so much hidden pain. Frank wallows in self-pity and, upon arriving in his hometown, travel-sized bottles of booze. Bettany plays Frank's overt charms and silent despair with equal degrees of effectiveness, although his internalized performance is let down by director Alan Ball in the third act, when the character lets out all of that built-up pressure in drunken arguments and tearful confessionals.
The movie denies Frank of his big moment for a confirmation of Mac's deplorable nature. Instead, we're given an informative glance at the dynamics and conflicts within the extended family. Mac's wife Mammaw (Margo Martindale) is sweet and kind. Beth's father Mike (Steve Zahn) is verbally abusive toward his wife Kitty (Judy Greer) and anyone whose behavior seems out of line. The sister, Neva (Jane McNeill) is mostly quiet, which becomes odd later, when she becomes a vital figure in Frank's constant debate between keeping his secret and finally being honest with his family.
As for Frank, he stays out of the way, quietly reading on the porch as he lights up cigarettes. Lillis' promise as a young actor continues, but Beth is something of a stock audience stand-in device. Either Frank has been incredibly subtle over the years, or she can't see anything in front of her if it's more than an inch away. "I've never met a gay person before," says Beth. Oh, but she has. Frank also points out that the choir director at the First Baptist Church was also a homosexual. "But he’s so religious!" she exclaims.
"Uncle Frank" is a film that starts with promise; I liked the early dynamic between Lillis and Bettany. But it succumbs to so many clichés that anything remotely genuine gets smothered. It's a deeply frustrating movie as Ball has assembled a cast who can undeniably do deep work and then gives nothing but a shallow script. He seems merely thrashing about in a plot too transgressive for his skills. The movie looks upon his process with such skepticism that the movie doesn't even bother an attempt to explain it.
The story becomes less about the man's attempt to come to terms with those feelings and more about waiting to see what will happen. Each of the family members have at least one scene in which they can be honest with Frank, and the movie's final scene, in which they finally say what has needed to be said for a long time, is quite affecting. It's far too long of a wait for such specificity, though. "Uncle Frank" operates primarily as a message movie, and as necessary as that message might be, the movie's lack of a unique and personal approach to the material means that it's not a necessary part of the conversation.
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2020.11.26 07:27 aceplynn Title IX: False Accusations

Hello everyone,
First and foremost I would like to say this is my first post on Reddit. I am reaching out to you guys as a means of assistance for legal advice, for I am merely a college student at a university. This is my first time with anything that is legal. I am also writing this out as a means to help my fiancé and have someone to shed some light for us. We're located in the U.S in California.
My Fiancé (who is also a student) has been accused of sexual harassment by another university student. She made a false report to the school and one of the assistant directors of sexual harassment and violence contacted him about the "event". Upon the date that was given, his friend and I were both there. He was going through an emotional moment and she offered her support to comfort him. However, she ended up twisting it into a time where she was harassed in the report -- which is really absurd because the entire time I was there, did not see any of that. (When I tell you I was there, I was literally there the entire time).
Naturally, an investigator would ask his side of the story, as well as question the witnesses. All parties gave their response and said that my fiancé never did any of that (again, which was true) and simply was going through an emotional state and was slightly intoxicated. The girl who created that report said that he forced his hands on her, even though she was the one that offered to hug him and throughout that night there was no pushing or anyone being touched without consent. She stated that he touched her in inappropriate regions, but he never did any of that. The only time they actually physically touched was hugging or through group hugs.
Even though the other witness and I made our statement, they are still continuing to press charges on him. They closed the case, without asking his statement and will not re-open it. Mind you, this is a public university. The investigator and the director have been trying to contact him here and there (but he at that time was homeless, and was in and out of the mental hospital after many attempted suicides due to the defamation he received). He hasn't been available at all to check his phones and mails.
Today, he made a phone call to one of the directors that attempted to reach out to him, and the director explained to him that he can send a statement but they will try to look into it. (Which basically means, they probably won't drop it and still continue the charges). Even though the girl has no evidence this has all happened, there were two witnesses that were there and denied what she said was true.
We do not have a lot of money to hire an attorney or a lawyer, but I do not find it fair that he is being punished for something that is not true.
Does anyone have any advice or anything that can assist us? As well as what could be the charges if found "guilty"? And what can he do, as the accused party to help him? Will she also get in trouble if found out she has been lying?
P.S: Not related but, she did a hit and run on my fiancé's car one time and tried getting away with it. Funny thing was, one of their housemates saw it and told on her, as a result making her have to pay for the damages. She was pretty cheap with it, and instead of paying $2k, she said she only had $1K (even though she used most of her money to buy herself stuff the next following month).

TLDR; Does anyone have any legal advice for my fiancé and me who are both college students? We are currently dealing with a false accusation of sexual harassment and want to know what we can do about it.
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2020.11.26 02:00 dd113456 The Battle to buy the Crackhouse

This is about 1997 and it is long

So the ex and I really wanted to buy a house intown that we could fix up, live in and make money on. I found this house that looked pretty sketchy on the outside but it was a very cool 1920 Craftsman Bungalow. This was not in a good section of town but I knew they were developing a belt line park near it and it would soon skyrocket in value. We were Urban Pioneers.
Owner wanted to either rent or sell. We come to find out this guy is a slumlord shithead and this was an active crackhouse. We had it appraised at 96k and we were ready to buy. Turns out slum lord (SL) could not sell it due to some BS but said he could in a few months. We got a 2 year lease to buy at 96k.
Moved in. Lots of issues and he was constantly over there fixing shit but we let a lot go just cuz we wanted to be done with him and own the house. We made the interior look nice and did some very basic landscaping but really put no money into it as we did not yet own it. We hammered him monthly to get his shit together so we could buy.
About 10 months in he tells us that he is ready to sell but now wants $195k. SL claimed it went up in value but did not offer to have it appraised plus we had a contract. We have a lease to buy at 96k. He says too bad; I am not required to sell so I will wait you out. Contacted a lawyer and he suggested we wait it out a bit.
I started hammering him in writing on all the stuff that was wrong and tried my best to drive him crazy. It worked.
One Sun about 10 am knock, knock on door. A short, fat, gay realtor (SFGR) is there with a gaggle of young professional women to look at the house. It was on the market. Told SFGR nope, we needed 48 hours notice so they could all go home. SL called PISSED! I just told him 48 hours is 48 hours. He informed us the the following Sat and Sun @ 10am - 12pm they would have people come with the SFGR to look at it. No problem we said!
I got all my guns and a bunch of guns from my friends. We strategically placed guns throughout the house more or less in view like on top of fridge, under the coffee table shelf by back door etc… I wore a Glock and the Ex wore a little Beretta. They were targeting young professional women as buyers. At some point this gaggle got concerned about the guns and SFGR asked out loud why we had so many. I replied that in a dangerous neighborhood like this one ALWAYS needs a gun within arms reach. That was on Sat, he came back on Sunday and we ramped it up. Had a friend (Crackhead shooter) come over to pretend to be a window burglar bar sales guy and we discussed crime, violence and drug houses so all could hear. SFGR was PISSED, like really pissed, like stomping his little Hobbit feet pissed and he stomped off.
SL was insanely mad at this point. The Ex was convinced to tone it down a bit and they showed the house a few more times. Still had guns out but I was not there to twist the knife. Nothing came of it I thought….
One Mon AM I walk out late to work and there is this attractive 30yo yuppie standing on my porch. WTF? She informed me she closed last Friday on the house and wanted to check with us as to what date we would move. I was SOOOO nice to her. I explained we had about 13months on our lease and would move out then and that there were a lot of issues that she needed to get fixed and that I would give her 30 days to get it fixed and what address do I send rent to….. her mouth dropped open…she was told we would move in 30 days. I said we could negotiate a lease buy out for about 10k. She walked away.
SL came over to yell at me for fucking up his sale. He got sued and she backed out of the sale.
We sent about a registered letter a week to him demanding he fix things on the house. We got him to sign off on a list of issues that he would fix within 30 days or we would sue.
SL then says he will sell to us for 96k right now. Nope…no way…the house is worth less just look at the list of issues you just signed off on :) We offered 70k and bought at 79k.
But the fuckery is not over yet….
At closing turns out he had not paid water for years and owed about $3500 in past due bills. He had to write a check and his attorney was to pay the bill. It was all in the closing.
A few months later I look at the water bill and we had about a $3500 credit. His attorney fucked up. Not my problem. About a year later SL is now getting sued for the past due water bill. He called me being all nice and asked me to help straighten it out by calling the water company. Nope; you tried to fuck us and your attorney fucked up. Call your attorney.
I bet my Ex and her new husband did not pay for water years :)
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2020.11.25 04:46 OpheliaCyanide The Dragons of The Moors [Geelaverse story]

Prompt: A princess becomes a penpal with another woman in a far off land. When turmoil strikes her kingdom with an impending coup, she writes her best friend for help. She receives an unusual cryptic message from her friend, "Can a dragon help you? And if so, how?"
On my thirty-second birthday, Barney bought me a dragon. I'd told him I was looking for a new direction, since I'd gotten bored with plagues and political turmoil.
Within two years I had a small army that I liked to fly around my continent, causing small degrees of mayham, building my reputation as a dragon mistress.
Really, I never expected my dragons to be ever caught dead doing an act of anything resembling good.
But poor Princess Lanalia from the Moors Region had other plans. I do hate letting the people I've claimed down...
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My dear friend Geela,
How fare you on this day? I fear the turmoil I spoke of to you when last I wrote has gotten worse. The Dread Knight Lyle now meets in public spaces with his conspirators. I only was made aware of this in the past week, though I'm told it's happened for a month now. My guards have all but stopped reporting suspicious behavior to me.
I am afraid, to put it plainly. I never anticipated Lyle growing so popular with the people but their fierce rejection of survivors from The Fen Region fires has grown to be a common sentiment. I fear the far cities of the region will start to fall to violence and my father refuses to speak out against them.
I know there is little you can do from your region except offer me kind words and support. I urge you continue. The continued friendship I feel from you is enough to keep my days bright as I awake every morning to ensure the Moors stay hospitable to all.
Yours dearly,
~Lanalia
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A pen-pal exchange truly was a terrible idea. I wanted to stay close to one of my old disciples but within a year, all of his letters were being searched and even the most discrete letters were raising brows. So Gene gave me the address of one of his nieces, the lady in waiting of the princess of the Moors.
This was supposed to serve the purpose of keeping me up to date. Gene would mail her, she would mail me.
But, as luck would have it, Primrose was a total powderhead of a girl. I have never met someone so insipid. I mean, technically I never did meet Primrose, but if I did, I'm sure if you blew in one ear, dust would come out the other.
Terrible, really. And a total bust. She told me of her life instead of Gene's, and my disciple and I soon fell out of touch.
However, shortly a new development started. The princess of the Moors, Lanalia, began appearing in the letters. It turns out they were quite taken with the idea of a pen-pal from the Farmlands Region.
I played along because a princess would be a valuable asset.
I didn't really expect to make friends because falling prey to emotions is foolish, and I'm never foolish.
But again, Lanalia made things complicated.
Princesses, it turns out, aren't the best of friends for Dark Enchantresses, and now this is going to get messy.
___
Geela,
I hope this finds you well, for that would make one of us in good spirits. Violence has broken out in our distant cities and my father does nothing. He holds Lyle in either fear or regard, I cannot tell, but it spells disaster for our people.
Lyle's throngs shout one thing to us.
Turn out the Fenfolk, or we turn you out.
Paralyzed by indecision, my father has made their mind for them, and they march on Eaglemire. Were he to take a stance counter to them, at least we could help the Fenfolk. As it is, we neither help them nor protect ourselves.
I speak in private to my supporters. They are few but are fiercely loyal.
We may win this yet.
~Lanalia
___
I wasn't going to help her. Barney agreed, it would be a blight on my reputation. Ja'Eel Scilatia? Help a petty princess defeat a coup? Defeating coups were all well and good when the king or queen were a wicked leader and I was trying to help the evil power stay in charge.
That looked good, you know?
But no, that's not how this whole thing played out. Instead, I began scheming, trying to find a way to help her without publically backing her.
I had too many signature moves. Too many ways of attacking that were intimately connected to me. I couldn't risk storms or void plagues or summoned fae monsters.
I needed something different. Something people hadn't come to associate with me...
___
Geela,
This may be among the last letters I send, for Lyle's troops march on Eaglemire in the next few weeks and it grows dangerous to send couriers from the city. I hope to receive your next letter and respond to it, but after that, I cannot promise more.
I know I cannot ask for help, but if there is even a small token of your friendship you could send, it would give me the strength to carry on.
Yours in friendship,
~Lanalia
___
Lanny,
Can a dragon help you? And if so, how?
-G
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Lanalia watched the enemy troops outside her city, flinching every time a dragon roared or a plume of fire showed.
"Geela, they- oh my that looked bad. They are really quite... something."
"You can thank me later, dear." I stood next to her on the battlements. This was my element, watching my terrifying beasts wreak havoc on people I hated. Yes, the 'enemies' probably aligned more with me moralistically, but it didn't matter because Lanalia was a friend.
"Ah yes. Yes, well. They do seem to be making short work of my enemies. And not a moment too soon." She was trying to hype herself up about the slaughter.
I just rolled my eyes. She was a dear but far too soft on her foes. It's why I never truly indulged my identity to her. As far as she was aware, I was just Geela.
And, sad as it may sound, I was realizing fast that our friendship, though dear, would not ultimately last the test of time. Our ultimate goals would be too different.
Still, I took little issue with leaving her a parting gift.
"The dragons?"
"Well, I can't use them anymore, can I?"
"Why not?" Lanalia looked aghast but not horrified at the idea. "You've raised them from eggs, they should be with you."
"Oh darling, I promise, they aren't that loyal. If I tell them you are their new mistress, than yours they will be. Besides, your kingdom needs defending. And the four of them are very good at defending." I couldn't really tell her that, having shown my hand in such a public manner, these dragons and their kin would now forever be marked as The Heroes of the Moors.
'Hero' is such a dirty word. Not one I particularly want associated with me.
Lanalia finally accepts, weeping with gratitude, and I make my way back home. This whole thing had been a fun experiment but now I need a new angle for my next evil scheme and probably need to keep my alliances a bit more political and less emotional.
Emotions only get you so far and I'd rather leave things with Lanalia on a good note.
It sure beat our friendship ending when she learned who really set the Fens Region aflame.
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2020.11.25 01:57 lolpolice88 Three (Million) Strikes and Still Not Out: The Crown as the Consummate Recidivist? - Ani Mikaere

extract from Colonising Myths - Maori Realities: He Rukuruku Whakaaro by Ani Mikaere
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Three (Million) Strikes and Still Not Out: The Crown as the Consummate Recidivist?
Introduction As in any election year, New Zealand politicians and media alike have whipped the community into a frenzy over the spectre of criminals 'running amok’2 in our midst despite the statistics indicating that, if anything, reported crime rates have been declining and rates of resolution with respect to the most serious offences have improved markedly during the past decade. During the election campaign Winston Peters pledged to ‘mount a war against crime', promising to ensure the imprisonment of violent criminals ‘until they are too old to commit crimes'.4 While it may be tempting to interpret his electoral demise as a rejection of his ‘get tough on crime' stance, the rise in the ACT party's political fortunes would suggest that this is not the case. Not to be outdone by Winston Peters in the weeks leading up to the election, Rodney Hide introduced his 'three strikes and you're out' policy, reassuring his party faithful that conviction for a third violent offence would result in a sentence of twenty-five years to life. He appeared to take special pleasure in going one better than Peters' vision of prisons full of senior citizens by adding that prisoners could [djie in there if need be'. Both Labour and National pledged to get tough on crime and promised increased expenditure on law enforcement and the continued expansion of prisons.
While most politicians avoided making an explicit link between the criminals they were promising to lock up and Māori,5 it is no secret that some 50 percent of all prisoners are Māori, as are 60 percent of all female prisoners. Nobody was left in any doubt, therefore, as to who was envisaged as constituting the bulk of this fresh prison fodder.
The Department of Corrections has described the disproportionate representation of Māori in the criminal justice statistics as ‘alarmingand 'a catastrophe both for Māori and ... for New Zealand as a whole'.' In looking to find possible reasons for the present situation, the department recently considered two explanatory approaches. One examined the possibility of bias within the operation of the criminal justice system, while the other focused on whether the life experiences of Māori put us more at risk of criminal behaviour.9
It seems to me, however, that a crucial consideration is being completely ignored here: the incorrigible criminality of the Crown. It is to the Crown's long and shameful history of criminal violence that I believe we should turn in order to truly understand the context within which its legal system now functions to criminalise and incarcerate Māori in numbers so excessive as to put New Zealand in the company of such record setting gaolers as the United States. 10
In fact, the illegal states of New Zealand and the United States have rather more in common than staggeringly high rates of imprisonment. In 1992 Russell Means of the American Indian Movement made the following statement:11
Against Indians, there's not a law the United States hasn't broken, not a Crime Against Humanity it hasn't committed, and it's still going on.
Substitute ‘Māori' for 'Indians' and 'the Crown' for 'the United States' and it would be difficult to find a statement that more succinctly summarises the Crown's conduct since its agents of empire first intruded upon our world. I fail to see how any serious discussion of the relationship between Māori and the New Zealand criminal justice system can begin without a thorough exploration of the Crown's historical and ongoing criminality. While a full investigation of this question cannot be undertaken within the time allowed today, it is my hope that even a relatively brief perusal of its conduct since arriving in Aotearoa will suffice to prove my contention that the Crown is the ultimate recidivist. Acceptance of this basic truth is a necessary first step to the discarding of a system that appears to have as its primary focus the criminalisation and punishment of Māori, rather than the achievement of justice for all.
The Crown as murderer Estimates of the Māori population of Aotearoa prior to contact with Europeans range from 100,000 to 500,000.12 While exact population figures before 1769 may not be certain, it is well known that they began to decline from that date, a process that accelerated dramatically during the mid to late nineteenth century.13 By 1896, when the Māori population had reached a low point of 42,000,14 our extinction was being confidently predicted by the colonists.15
That exposure to introduced disease was the main cause of depopulation during the first century of contact is beyond doubt.16 This outcome cannot sensibly be portrayed as an unforeseen consequence of Europeans coming to our part of the world. By the eighteenth century European colonisers had already seen, in the Americas and elsewhere, what happened when the full array of European pathogens was unleashed upon a population that lacked immunity to them. Historian William McNeill has observed that by the sixteenth century ‘Europe had much to give and little to receive in the way of new human
infections'.17 As Ronald Wright explains:18
Europe possessed biological weapons that fate had been stacking against America for thousands of years. Among these were smallpox, measles, influenza, bubonic plague, yellow fever, cholera, and malaria – all unknown in the Western Hemisphere before 1492.
When Columbus first arrived in the Americas in 1492, the Indigenous population is estimated to have been between eighty million and 100 million: within sixty years, that figure had plummeted to ten million, a decline of up to 90 percent.19 Wright calls this the greatest mortality in history’.20 Of course, Columbus and his contemporaries cannot have understood that as they first stepped ashore in the Carribean, they constituted living, breathing agents of germ warfare. However, the correlation between the arrival of people from Europe and the dramatic death rates amongst the Indigenous population as a result of diseases hitherto unknown to them very soon became apparent. As Churchill notes, literature of the times frequently remarked upon it and even celebrated it as evidence of God's will.21 He concludes:22
Altogether, there was nothing at all unwitting, unintentional, accidental, or inadvertent about the way the great bulk of North America's indigenous population was 'vanished by microbe'.
Even less, then, could it be claimed that the 'vanishing by microbe' of the Māori population in Aotearoa some three hundred years later was an unanticipated result of the influx of British traders and settlers. 23 The Crown understood only too well the consequences of European contact for a previously isolated population such as Māori. Rather than discouraging British citizens who sought to establish ongoing relationships with Māori, however, it offered its tacit approval by establishing an official presence here in 1832.24 And in the years following the signing of Te Tiriti o Waitangi in 1840, the Crown actively facilitated the rapid expansion of the settler population, despite centuries of experience having already shown that increased exposure to European pathogens would lead to catastrophic population decline for Māori. There are only two possible explanations, then, for the Crown's choice to proceed with a course of action that it knew was likely to cause widespread death amongst Māori: either it actively sought our extermination, or it was simply reckless as to whether or not our extinction resulted. Either way, it is murder.
Nor should it be imagined that the negative impacts on our health and well-being resulting from the Crown's criminal conduct belong safely in the past. The current state of Māori health is inextricably tied to the events of the 1800s. To paraphrase Thomas Berger:25
A history of disease and death permeates relations between [Pākehā] and [Māori] today. Down the long passageways of time the memories of fire and epidemic occurring and recurring, manifesting themselves today in marginalisation and despair, form a chain, linking the past to the present.
While we may have largely absorbed the initial calamitous impacts of European disease, the pattern of Māori ill-health established during those early days of contact has continued, with lifestyle changes and increased reliance on introduced foods and addictive substances such as alcohol exacting an horrific toll on our contemporary well-being. The modern-day epidemics that currently plague us can be traced to the neglect or even the deliberate actions of the Crown just as surely as it can be held responsible for the dramatic population decline that we suffered during the nineteenth century.
The Crown as thief Less than two hundred years ago, all twenty-nine million hectares of Aotearoa were Māori land. While it would be inconsistent with a Māori worldview to declare that we ‘owned the land, iwi and hapū enjoyed an intimate relationship with each and every corner of Te Ika-a-Māui and Te Waipounamu. This included the obligation to care for the land as an atua, as an ancestress. The responsibilities inherent in this relationship could not be avoided or abandoned.
By 1996 the amount of Māori land had been reduced to 1.5 million hectares, a mere 5 percent of Aotearoa. The vast bulk of this reduction occurred during the nineteenth century as a result of Crown purchases, confiscation 26 and the Native Land Court process. All of these mechanisms have been the subject of Waitangi Tribunal claims over the past thirty years, each of them earning sharp criticism and findings of Crown culpability. Crown purchases have been condemned as marred by broken promises, 27 land confiscations pronounced unlawful28 and the Native Land Court famously described as “a veritable engine of destruction29 of Māori land tenure.
Speaking on the New Zealand Settlements Bill in the Legislative Council in 1863, Dr Pollen perhaps summed up best the Crown's approach towards the acquisition of land from the moment Hobson signed Te Tiriti o Waitangi:30
[F]rom that time to this every action of ours affecting the Natives had presented itself to their eyes, and had been capable of that interpretation, as showing that our object and business in this colony was to obtain possession of the lands of the Natives recti si possimus; si non, quoncunque modo [legally, if possible; if not, by whatever means].
It is not proposed to rehearse the length and breadth of criminal behaviour exhibited by the Crown as it has sought to satisfy its insatiable appetite for land. There are, however, two points that ought not to go unmentioned. The first is that there is an inescapable connection between the activities of murderer and thief: each reinforced the other. The theft of land from Māori produced poverty and dislocation - physical, emotional and spiritual – on an unprecedented scale. When combined with the lack of immunity to introduced disease, the effect was cataclysmic. In a particularly cruel twist, historian Keith Sorrenson has found that the mere act of attending Native Land Court hearings 'greatly enhanced the efficiency of disease diffusion', 31 with people gathering in urban centres for extended periods of time, being forced to stay in unhygienic conditions and then carrying newly acquired infections back to their homes.
The second point is that however strenuously the Crown might try today to distance itself from the thievery of its predecessors, theft of Māori land has remained very much a part of its repertoire. Compulsory acquisition of so-called 'uneconomic interests 32 and the reclassification of Māori land with fewer than five owners as European land33 during the 1950s and 1960s are both testament to this fact, as is the excessive load borne by Māori with respect to Public Works takings, right through to the present day.34 But the most blatant act of theft to have taken place in recent times must surely be the Seabed and Foreshore Act 2004. It serves as a timely reminder that the Crown remains, as ever, prepared to wield legislative power as a weapon against us in order to clothe its criminal acts with a show of legality.
The Crown as sexual predator Earlier this year I was fortunate enough to attend a hui where Andrea Smith and Sherene Razack spoke about the connection between sexual violence and colonialism. 35 Andrea Smith argued that colonisation marks native women as inherently rapable and, by extension, renders native lands and native people in general similarly defileable.36 In my view, the relevance of this analysis to our own situation is readily apparent. If the suggestion that colonisation marks Māori women as inherently rapable strikes you as a little extreme, I suggest you pause to consider the ways in which Māori women were characterised by the Pākehā men who first visited our shores. Incapable of understanding our apparent lack of sexual domination by men, they interpreted our autonomy as promiscuity:37
Eroticised in the journals of the European explorers of the Pacific, Polynesian and Māori women were constructed as dusky skinned, South Seas maidens, amorous, exotic, sensual and sexually available.
Is this an attitude long-since forgotten? I strongly suspect that if I were to ask for a show of hands from those who have experienced first-hand white men's delusional assumptions about how 'easy Māori women are, we would find that little has changed. As for the extension of the idea of the inherent rapability of Māori women to Māori land, I doubt that many of us would consider it too great a stretch of the imagination to describe the present-day desecration of Papatūānuku as an extreme form of sexual violence. In reality the rape of Papatūānuku is almost inevitable in light of the fact that Pākehā land tenure positions her as neither atua nor ancestress, but rather as the property of men. As owners, they exert power and control over her. As capitalists, it is not only their right but in fact their duty to exploit her.
With respect to the idea that colonisation marks native people generally as inherently violable, I found Sherene Razack's examination of the parallels between sexual violence and colonialism particularly compelling.38 She made the chilling observation that sexual violence makes ordinary men into kings, occupiers and conquerors. She also pointed out that for the coloniser, violence is an identity-forming activity and argued that colonisers have to go into the space of the colonised in order to truly know themselves. The simple logic of her analysis is difficult to dispute. For what is rape/colonisation if not the unwelcome and violent invasion of another's space? And what is it that drives the rapist/coloniser if not some deep-seated insecurity about their own identity, some perverted need to subordinate another in a desperate attempt to feel complete?
While historical examples of the Crown's incursions into our space abound, the most obvious being the military invasions that took place during the nineteenth century, I am more interested in focusing on its present day behaviour to illustrate how the compulsion to force itself upon us persists. The Seabed and Foreshore Act 2004, referred to earlier, provides a classic example: not content with having taken over all but 5 percent of the land mass of Aotearoa, the Crown's immediate response to the possibility of Māori rights and responsibilities being confirmed with respect to any part of the foreshore was to invade it, symbolically at least, by appropriating it. Another blatant example is last year's so-called 'anti-terrorism raids'. Alarmed at the prospect that the natives were growing restless the Crown, with an excessive show of force, sought to remind selected individuals and the community of Ruatoki that it is king, conqueror and occupier in this land. To note a particularly sickening parallel between the military campaigns of the 1800s and the para-military operation of 2007, in both instances the symbolic rape of Māori communities was accompanied by the sexual violation of individual Māori women. How else could one characterise the rape of women at Parihaka, 39 or the taking by police of young women's underwear as claimed evidence of terrorism some 120 years later?
Dramatic as this illustration might be, I am also mindful of the multitude of less obvious ways in which the Crown seeks to invade our space. By way of example, Te Wānanga o Raukawa has worked hard to become a place within which kaupapa Māori and tikanga Māori can flourish. We seek to conduct all aspects of our work in a manner that is consistent with our foundational kaupapa and considerable effort has gone into defending the integrity of the tikanga space that has been created. Nevertheless, the Crown is always searching for ways to enter our space. Its efforts to do so assume many forms, from its attempt to attach to its recent Treaty settlement with us numerous conditions that would enable it to keep interfering in our affairs to ensure compliance', to its constant efforts to monitor us via the New Zealand Qualifications Authority. The consummate predator, it lurks constantly at the margins, watching and waiting for any opportunity to invade and occupy.
The logic of genocide The foregoing is but an overview of Crown criminality, historical and ongoing. As with any overview, it has the effect of glossing over the full extent of damage suffered by those on the receiving end of the Crown's campaign of destruction. However, it is hoped that it will suffice as a platform upon which to build the next part of this discussion, which seeks to understand the reasons for the Crown's apparent compulsion to commit crime. Tempting as it might be to dismiss the Crown's serial offending as a clear case of criminal insanity, I believe there is method to its madness, that can best be understood within the framework of what Andrea Smith has called the logic of genocide? 40
In Aotearoa, as in all settler-state colonies, the aim of the coloniser has been to supplant Māori within our own land. 41 Pivotal to the success of this project is our disappearance, as Andrea Smith explains:42
The pillar of genocide serves as the anchor for colonialism – it is what allows non-Native peoples to feel they can rightfully own indigenous peoples' land. It is okay to take land from indigenous peoples, because indigenous peoples have disappeared.
All the Crown's criminal conduct over the past two centuries – the murder, the theft, the sexual predation - can be understood as part of a general strategy to 'disappear' us.
So too can the raft of assimilatory policies employed in order to digest the residue of survivors43 from the holocaust of the nineteenth century. The attempt to remake us in the image of our colonisers, otherwise known as cultural genocide, has included the deliberate assault on our reo, our tikanga and our belief systems. Our language was replaced with English, our tikanga with English law and our belief systems with Christianity. While the Crown no longer actively pursues the death of the language, it has accorded it no more than a grudging degree of recognition by way of Te Reo Māori Act 1987 and limited support for such initiatives as kāhanga reo, kura kaupapa Māori, wānanga and Māori television. Tikanga, meanwhile, has been reduced to a shadow of its former self: once it prevailed over all who came here, but it has now been confined to the margins of ‘mainstream' society. Beyond contexts such as the marae, where it generally still assumes a central place, tikanga is only recognised to the extent that Crown law has chosen to 'incorporate' it. Our belief systems, on the whole, have either been rejected or have become so polluted by Christian concepts that they have changed almost beyond recognition.
Even that crudest of assimilatory tools, the blood quantum concept, still attracts a frightening degree of approval. It was not until 1974 that the Maori Affairs Amendment Act finally disposed of successive legislative attempts to define Māori identity on the basis of the amount of Māori blood that a person had. Nevertheless, some thirty years later Don Brash was very nearly elected prime minister, largely on the basis of an openly racist speech that suggested, among other things, that intermarriage had resulted in there being no 'real Māori left.44 A few months later Trevor Mallard, in his capacity as Coordinating Minister, Race Relations, insisted that Pākehā are now Indigenous and claimed that he regarded himself as an Indigenous New Zealander.45 Clearly the desire to supplant us in our own land remains high on our colonisers' agenda.
During the last one hundred years, a powerful new means of making us disappear has been found: it is called, somewhat incongruously, the criminal justice system. 46 Its central pillar is incarceration, both the threat of it and the actuality. Angela Davis has commented on how prisons are perceived as performing a feat of magic, making a multitude of social problems disappear from public view by relegating the human beings contending with those problems to cages. 47 However, she also notes that this is an illusion - in reality 'prisons do not disappear problems, they disappear human beings'.48 Our involvement in the New Zealand criminal justice system, while initially small, grew steadily until about the middle of the 1900s, since when it has increased at an alarming rate.49 When we consider the indecent haste to build new prisons in this country, it is plain which particular human beings are being targeted to be ‘vanished' behind their walls.
We should pause for a moment to ponder the cruel irony of our current situation: the ultimate recidivist has designed and now implements its own legal system in order to further prey upon its victims. In a bizarre reversal of roles, the serial offender has become the arbiter of justice while we are now perceived as criminals.
When the criminal assumes control of the criminal legal system
In 1858, Governor Gore-Browne released a compilation of the laws of England, in English and in Māori, with the purported aim of assisting Māori in our journey towards the whole-hearted adoption of English law. Unsurprisingly, the publication presented English law in glowing terms:50
[T]he Maori is ... fortunate .... A wise and a generous people, the English, have settled in his land; and this people are willing to teach him, and to guide him in the well-made road which themselves have travelled for so many generations; that is, in the path of the perfected law .... Let there now be no doubt nor hesitation, but be patient and earnest and follow the direction of those who have been appointed to shew you the right and the finished path.
What, then, can it be said these 'wise and generous people have taught us? Apparently, that crime pays, the more outrageous the crime, the greater the reward. Not only has the Crown profited from its wrongdoing, it now wields the proceeds of its criminal conduct (its self-proclaimed authority and a rich resource base) in order to commit further acts of violence (arrest, imprisonment and the multiple infringements of personal space that accompany these activities) against us.
We should not be surprised that the power of the imposter state called New Zealand is inextricably intertwined with brutality, given the violent way in which that power was acquired. Indeed, it has been suggested that violence is an integral component of the modern state: 5
The modern State defines itself by its monopoly over the means of coercion and the exercise of force. The State is the institutionalised legitimisation of violence. In this framework, violence carried out by non-State actors and outside of State sanction is illegitimate, and ultimately the target of coercive action by the State to reassert its monopoly over violence.
In fact, with respect to the modern state of New Zealand, something rather less than actual violence is required in order to make you the target of such coercive action. If the state regards you as an activist the merest suspicion that you might be thinking violent thoughts has proven more than sufficient to bring armed goons bursting through your front door in the dead of night. 52
Seeking explanations for Māori over-representation in the criminal justice statistics We return now to the debilitating level of entanglement with the criminal legal system that Māori experience today. When viewed against the backdrop of the Crown's criminality it is difficult to take seriously most contemporary efforts to 'explain' the negative statistics. As mentioned earlier, the Department of Corrections recently considered two explanatory approaches: the first focussed on the suggestion that bias operates within the criminal justice system, while the second questioned whether a range of adverse early-life social and environmental factors result in Māori being at greater risk of ending up in patterns of adult criminal behaviour. 53
The sheer inanity of both lines of enquiry establishes beyond a doubt that the department excels when it comes to establishing the blindingly obvious. And for disingenuousness of approach to the question of why Māori so disproportionately experience adverse life experiences and circumstances, its conclusion is difficult to beat:54
For a range of social and historical reasons, many Māori appear to be unusually prone to experiencing such circumstances.
Appear to be unusually prone? Such coyness as to the reasons for the contemporary circumstances of Māori is, to say the least, bizarre. The Crown has been responsible for a relentless campaign of criminal violence against us. Every day that it continues to assert its authority in this land, it demonstrates that violence carries its reward and that crime pays. It has viciously attacked our physical, social, emotional and spiritual well-being over a long period of time, thus setting in train a crippling cycle of violence from which some of us, unsurprisingly, have struggled to escape.
While the cycle of violence concept seems to have gained widespread acceptance as a way of understanding family relationships, the Crown appears to have real difficulty in grasping its applicability to the relationship between itself and the people whose home lands it has invaded. It refuses to acknowledge its own complicity in creating and perpetuating the cycle. When Tariana Turia raised questions about the phenomenon of post-colonial traumatic stress disorder in 2000,55 she was subjected to an outpouring of self-righteous indignation from many quarters, most visibly Prime Minister Helen Clark, who was particularly offended by her use of the word 'holocaust to describe our experience of colonisation.
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Like all abusers, the Crown denies any responsibility for the dysfunctional relationship that it has created. In fact, it demands that its wrong-doings be forgotten or, at the very least, forgiven as relatively minor infractions when weighed against the benefits of the 'perfected law' that it has so generously bestowed upon us.
Yet, as Ward Churchill has spelt out:56
[T]here can be no absolution, no redemption of past crimes unless the outcomes are changed. So long as the aggressor's posterity continues to reap the benefits of that aggression, the crimes are merely replicated in the present. In effect, the aggression remains ongoing and, in that, there can be no legitimacy. Not now, not ever.
The constitutional question Any discussion of Crown law inevitably leads to the question of its legitimacy. I have argued elsewhere that tikanga Māori is the first law of Aotearoa.57 It served the needs of whānau, hapū and iwi for a thousand years before tauiwi arrived, providing a comprehensive philosophical framework within which relationships were negotiated and disputes resolved. We had no police force, no courthouses and an incarceration rate of zero percent.
Careful examination of Te Tiriti o Waitangi 1840 and its antecedent, He Whakaputanga 58 o te Rangatiratanga o Nu Tireni, clearly reveal a Māori intention to preserve the system of law that had served us so well, while creating a space for the Crown to implement English law amongst its own lawless subjects in our land. The implementation of English law was permitted by the granting to the Crown of kāwanatanga, a form of delegated authority that was subject to the overriding rangatiratanga of the Māori signatories.
In the intervening years, the Crown has managed to turn this arrangement on its head, redefining kāwanatanga as sovereignty and equating tino rangatiratanga with property rights or, at best, iwi self-management. It now asserts the right to determine what is criminal and what is not. It has taken for itself the power to coerce us into accepting its definition of criminality, from which it has taken care to exclude its own conduct as the supreme purveyor of violence and dishonesty.
It must be stressed that it has achieved this reversal in power relations not through any legitimate constitutional process, but rather as a direct result of the criminal conduct detailed above. This means that New Zealand is in fact an imposter state, a figment of the colonial imagination. It has no legal basis and the Crown has no legitimate claim to make laws for anyone other than tauiwi, subject to the overarching authority of Māori.
This fact of Crown illegitimacy has important ramifications for the way in which we define the problem of Māori offending, just as it must be borne in mind when working out solutions to the undeniab
issue of social harm within our communities.
Where to now? While the focus of this paper has been the criminal conduct of the Crown, this is not to suggest that social harm is not a serious problem within Māori communities. The deliberate or reckless infliction of harm on others has devastating consequences, for wrong-doers, for victims and for the whānau of both. Having said that, I must confess to tiring of the feeding frenzy that breaks out around any incident that is seen as providing the opportunity to portray Māori as inherently and irredeemably criminal. Reminding ourselves of the magnitude of the Crown's criminality may, if nothing else, help us to maintain a sense of perspective.
However, curiously satisfying as it might be to criticise the Crown, I am not doing it purely because it is enjoyable or easy. The reason that I have chosen to concentrate on the Crown's conduct is because I believe that our behaviour today cannot be seen in isolation from our relationship with the Crown. Unless we are clear about its role in creating the situation with which we are now faced, the choices we make about how best to move forward may well be doomed to failure. For instance, it would be illogical in the extreme to expect any effective solutions to the so called 'problem of Māori offending' to come from the Crown. The Crown is the problem, not the solution. As the Generation Five project notes:59
The conditions that allow all forms of violence to continue cannot be truly transformed by the State, being an institutional formation that is itself reliant on its exercise of violence.
A first step, then, in finding solutions to the current levels of Māori offending is to understand the complicity of the Crown in shaping our present circumstances. This can only lead to a firm decision to reject the Crown legal system in its entirety. It has been constructed upon a foundation of Crown criminality and it lacks any claim to legitimacy. Its criminal justice sector entrenches violence, both in its assumption of authority to define criminal offending as well as in the way it processes and imprisons Māori in such excessive numbers.
Rejecting the imposter legal system is an act of resistance against the colonising ethos of the Crown. Such resistance requires much more from us than fine-sounding words. It requires us to match our actions to our words. While we may have survived, in a physical sense, the genocidal policies of the past, we know that assimilatory policies and practices designed to make us disappear abound. We should also be mindful that the onslaught to which we have been subjected has created conditions that are highly conducive to our acting in ways that mean we end up making ourselves disappear. You might say that colonisation has programmed those who have survived its initial impact to self destruct over time. We need to take responsibility for our actions, ...
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2020.11.25 01:00 darkness_of_eternity There were WAP groups for phone chat in the mid 2000s, and some sketchy characters on them. I know because I encountered one.

I grew up not too far from Andrew, on the other side of the Dearne Valley in South Yorkshire. Andrew was perhaps a couple of years younger than me. It was a bleak place for a certain kind of youth, and I was anxious to get out of there. But that’s not the story I’m here to tell.
Back in 2003 I had a WAP enabled mobile phone gifted for my birthday, and was excited to get online. Like a Andrew my family didn’t have the internet at home, as my parents were deeply suspicious of it. So this was the first time anyone in my house would connect to the internet! It was... limited. Mostly I used it to download simple games and check news.
However, it did have a chat room feature, mostly oriented around adults, dating and sexual encounters. This made sense because WAP was so slow, so awful, so expensive, that only sex could really sell it. There were rooms for men seeking women and vice versa. There were also rooms for men seeking men, which was exciting and scary as a teen figuring out my sexuality. As I recall rooms were set up to match people in the same local area (there’s no point trying to arrange a hookup with someone in Scotland).
Generally I just passively observed messages. I didn’t stay on for very long. I was scared of being caught, of course, but I was also scared of the content and my own response to it. However, I did exchange a handful of text only messages.
The vast vast majority of times, if I ever mentioned how young I was (16) the men immediately told me they weren’t interested. Technically 16 is the age of consent in the UK, but looking back it’s obvious they thought I could be even younger and inflating my age. By and large, despite popular myth, most men have no interest in teenagers.
However, there was one person who was interested in me, even after querying if I was sure I wasn’t younger. He told me I wasn’t too young to have a first experience and asked if I lived close by. It was very strange and intense and I wasn’t sure what I should do. I turned off the phone and never went back, not because I was creeped out by him but uncertain about myself.
In my teenage mind what seemed to be on offer was a sexual encounter, not a threat of danger. It never struck my mind as a sketchy encounter until many years later. By that point I had experienced sexual violence for real and it became clearer just how easily sex can turn to rape can turn to a life threatening situation. There aren’t many people out there who will do it, but the ones who will are very good at spotting opportunities. I wonder if the man in the South Yorkshire WAP chat was one of them.
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2020.11.24 10:08 kurorinnomanga Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War: a lesson in how not to write a video game campaign

[caution again: spoilers for Black Ops Cold War, some minor spoilers for Black Ops 1 and 2]
[also this is extremely long]


Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War is a curious game. Not only is it one of the most content-stripped Call of Duties of the franchise's recent era, yet one which in my personal opinion is one of the most enjoyable ones to date, it also has one of the most politically minded campaigns of any game this year. It's a story about a secret history covering the late Cold War, an exciting romp to race to a nuke, one that has the potential to change history.
That campaign is also sheer garbage.
Despite being incredibly enjoyable, Cold War's campaign is a horrible mess of bad design decisions, bad story decisions, and far more. At times it is a fun, mindless run at a few interesting objectives, at other times it's the most boring take on evidence-substantiated investigation a video game has ever made. At times it's an intriguing political thriller about the Cold War, other times it's the most mind-numbingly terribly-written story Call of Duty has ever released. That duality is what makes Cold War's campaign both well-earned Call of Duty fun and an exercise in making you wish they had ever done anything with its mechanics, its themes, and its characters.
All that and more right... now.

Black Ops: Insert Conflict

Let's get the big things out of the way first. Generally, in broad strokes, the story of Cold War is a small, limited team of special operators whom are tasked with stopping Soviet agent Perseus, a larger-than-life rogue anti-Western operative whose central plan is to topple the World Order and prevent the Soviet Union from losing the Cold War.
To get to that end, players are thrust into a variety of colourful, diverse environments, as well as intriguing escapades and missions, with some element of traditional Black Ops choices, that build a narrative around stopping a nuclear threat to the West. You are two people, for most of the campaign. Alex Mason, Call of Duty darling from the original Black Ops; and 'Bell', you name them whatever you want, an operative of variable origin recently tasked to join the team. One exception comes, but we'll cover it later.
Black Ops: Cold War tries an... interesting mix of the structures of previous Call of Duty games. For starters, new optional missions fashioned off Black Ops 2-style Strike Force missions return to the series, while the presence of a strong main campaign persists, albeit broken up once every few missions by a trip to Die Landerbahn, a CIA safehouse on the outskirts of West Berlin. These missions, Operation Red Circus and Operation Chaos, help to affect the ending you get at the end, although they have no major impact during the game itself.
In fact, even with those optional missions, the campaign is incredibly short. I blasted through the entire thing on regular difficulty in about four hours; on realism, about six. Black Ops Cold War features far more stealth segments than previous Call of Duty titles - just off the top of my head, Desperate Measures, Echoes of a Cold War, Brick in the Wall and more have extensive stealth segments built into their beginning or mid-sections. Desperate Measures itself is a pinnacle of the game's spy themes, having you play a single time as KGB double agent Dimitri Belikov in an incredibly open-ended mission where you have four main options to achieve the same goal of getting a bunker key. It's incredibly fun and really well-made, and the options are just free enough that one genuinely feels like they've managed to figure out something cool with the entire matter.
Desperate Measures is also one of the big issues with the game. Not because it's got some hidden bad - not really, it accurately escalates the tension and gives players well-crafted pay-offs - but because it illustrates how god damned boring all the shooting in the game is.
For starters, enemy AI in Cold War is... bad. Not only do most enemies, even on Veteran or Realistic difficulty, fire in bursts enough for you to simply tank the shot and duck into cover, but the lack of accuracy one can experience while running around in open areas makes it even easier to approach missions. A good example is Red Light, Green Light, in which the main set-piece of the game, a Spetsnaz training course set in a mock-up of Anytown, U.S.A, is really open and offers mostly rudimentary cover along its main road. However, getting around that and the swarms of enemies is excessively easy, because enemies will often spend significant amounts of time behind cover rather than actually engaging you, allowing you to, instead of engaging swarms, engaging small groups at once, cutting them down fast and easily and subverting the entire difficulty altogether. It isn't helped by the presence of a slow-mo sniper focus that allows you to essentially freeze enemies to a degree where you can cut down entire groups of enemies all at once. That causes the main difficulty of the game to plummet. Exponentially.
The stealth sections, by contrast, are much more entertaining because even by default the stealth meter used by enemies goes up incredibly fast, which does actually encourage you to keep in cover. The pay-offs of silent kills, whether by hand or by pistol, are also much better than that of standard gunplay, because the game properly builds the excitement of taking out enemies without alerting others. But even the stealth sections don't really get more difficult when increasing difficulty. Playing on realism, enemy AI is always just dumb enough to give the player time to lockpick hard doors, or get away with extremely wacky behaviour, which, again, should not be occurring at harder stages!
The result is the campaign's overall difficulty never really raises. The swarm in Operation Chaos can be confronted the same way as a swarm in Echoes of a Cold War. The stealth of Desperate Measures can be achieved with the same ease as the stealth of Brick in the Wall - despite the fact that these missions all hold extremely different significance in the story and should have different difficulties related to their tension! That means, if you're not already invested in the story (and we will get to Cold War's trainwreck of a story), you will never feel invested in... anything. At all. Not to mention that also means the campaign's replay value is excessively low compared to other Call of Duty campaigns, because, again, you can't raise the difficulty to make it different, nor can you really make any decisions that would cause these missions to get harder.
And speaking of decisions...

Evidence is Dumb

Accompanying the optional Operations are investigations. Essentially, the game introduces to you the premise that you can go ahead with these missions, but if you don't crack the codes associated with these missions, then you might slip up and cause, for say, a Soviet spy ring in the U.S that previously nearly caused chemical attacks across the United States to persist. The missions themselves involve you eliminating high-value targets associated with Perseus. In theory, that sounds really interesting and makes for a very good feel, as well as creating more variables to care about in the game. In practice, the Operations are among the worst parts of the entire campaign.
For starters, to get the necessary evidence to crack these codes, you need to find small collectibles hidden all around missions. The fun easter egg collectibles from previous CoDs, like intel, have been excised in favour of this mechanic, likely in order to convince players to be more aware of their surroundings and to take in the environments more. However... using easter egg collectibles for critical game mechanics do run into a bit of a problem. A problem of a lot of the evidence being placed in the most unintuitive, terrible places you can imagine them being placed.
For example, to get the two evidence pieces from Red Light, Green Light, you need to take pictures of various maps hidden across the level. While three of these six maps are placed in intuitive places the player will come across, two are placed in weird out-of-the-way sections of the mission that are entirely unnecessary to pass through, and one is placed... right in the middle of a boss fight. Taking those pictures also disables your ability to respond to threats for at least a few seconds, which means that at the same time as you killing a stronger enemy, you also have to keep a look-out for... a fucking map.
Evidence collection is just the first part. It's not that infuriating compared to the other things, and honestly you could probably just bring up an online manual to check where the damn evidence is. The next part is evidence collation and analysis. That's right, you have to manually figure out what the evidence suggests. Honestly? These puzzles are actually pretty fun! Even though they're relatively simple, and can be solved with basic logic exercises, they're a decent tidbit in the campaign and the campaign could have genuinely benefited from having more of them, or having more of them be based on the player's actual proper analysis of the story and the situation. That could have made the story more engaging, and by proxy, more worth investing your time in.
The missions, by contrast, are terrible. Operation Chaos and Operation Red Circus are both really badly-made - hell, the latter is literally set on a multiplayer map - probably because unlike the main story, you do not learn anything from these missions. Not a single thing. You just swoop in, kill some people, and then leave. It isn't helped by the campaign's overly easy difficulty, it isn't helped by the lack of stealth, and it certainly isn't helped by just how... boring they are.
Yes, they are only two of the campaign's missions, optional missions at that, but when I say they are optional I mean they are fucking worthless. There is no value in finishing these missions. Finishing them does not escalate the game further, it does not make the game harder, it does not even really impact the story beyond some remarks you achieve at the very end of the game. The original Strike Force missions could cause a major story shift in the endgame of Black Ops 2, and while they also didn't have much in the way of gameplay consequences, they were at least fun breaks from the proper story and didn't completely break the immersion of the story by the virtue of being twenty-minute intrusions into an already short campaign.
And speaking of intrusions...

The Dumbest Cold War Story

Some theorise a story is only worth paying attention to if its characters are. I'm kind of in that camp, especially for video games; given that characters are among the forefront ways players end up interacting with the story.
The characters of BOCW are almost entirely flat, uninteresting, bland and worthless.
Let's start with the principal deuratoganist/antagonist, Russell Adler. Adler is your general American badass. He beats the shit out of enemies in front of you, can speak Russian, German, and somehow pass in front of Soviets while wearing the longest, most hippie hair anyone ever put in Moscow. Beyond passing remarks, Adler is really uninteresting. Lemme put him in contrast with Alex Mason from BO1.
In BO1, Mason is introduced also as a stereotype, a bland player character. He begins only really as a kind of exercise of the existence of the story but he quickly evolves fast. The story shows you his obsession with Viktor Reznov, displays his utter frustration with numbers, and finally, in an amazing twist, makes him the protagonist of the game in a desire for revenge. The story spends a good amount of time on building his motivations in missions and outside missions, which ultimately is one of the reasons why the character is so beloved today.
In BOCW, Adler is introduced as a stereotype and never really ascends beyond that. His motivations are never really explained and you have to just presume that it's him acting as a stringent American nationalist. His background is given a chance to be explained - albeit, optionally, in a side you can only really do if you actually have the patience to sit through the story already - but he just says ‘I was in with a bad crowd’. Everything about Adler exists solely to make him look more like a caricatured American Badass.
This writing basically extends to most of the main cast, with two exceptions. Belikov and Park seem to have had their writing done by people whom are way better at the job than anyone else, because their actions and attitudes expertly make much better-fleshed-out characters than the rest. Belikov is presented with a bit of a jovial side, very loose about his attitude, but also as a capable operative that reinforces his role in the story; helped along by being the player character in most of the stealth section in Desperate Measures, already an awesome mission where you do incredible things silently and deftly. Park is a conservative but confident person with a very reserved attitude to things, whom actively defies Adler when necessary and questions him where she desires, later revealed to be a deeper result of a deep paranoia and distrust. She’s also the only character in the game whose dialogue changes by gender in a way that extends beyond pronouns, which just makes her even a little more fleshed out.
Oh, and Belikov appears for two missions and the majority of Park's appearances are in inter-mission briefings at the safehouse.
...what?
That's right, the game's two best characters are also among the characters the game doesn't want to show or thinks are disposable. Great. That means that we're stuck with Adler, the comedy corpse of Alex Mason, the bad knockoff of Frank Woods, and your character. Great. The reason for those derogatory remarks against Mason and Woods is because not only were the original VAs replaced with new ones (despite wanting to continue) whom were then instantly told to make impressions of Mason and Woods, but their characters are pretty bad too. Not only do they suffer from the main problem with Adler, they also suffer from a generally poor performance to such an extreme degree.
When I first made my character and they gave choices based on race, gender, attitude and more, I assumed that it would play into how the characters reacted to you. After all, it is a campaign whose selling point is choice, and... nothing. Basically no changes at all, except for the Park dialogue I mentioned above.
Well, we probably have to talk about Bell.


Black Ops and Bad Politics

In my first playthrough of Black Ops: Cold War, I played as a nonbinary character just to see how the game would react. It didn't. It just changed most pronouns to 'they'. I think this is an accurate depiction of how Black Ops actually thinks about everything it talks about. So this is the true spoiler-full section.
During the campaign, you find out that the United States under Eisenhower planted multiple nuclear weapons under major European cities to be used in the event that the Soviet Union did indeed invade the West, under an operation known as Greenlight. The story never brings that up again, the fact that the U.S was responsible for creating a situation in which millions of people could die, and instead spends its time focusing on Perseus.
Perseus is not one person. It's a group of various different individuals which collectively form one great spy ring; this ring of people has been collectively manipulating events around the world for decades. It leaked various manifests from the Los Alamos Testing Facility, nearly caused real-life Operation Fracture Jaw to actually become a nuclear accident in Vietnam and more.
Because of the ending.
Let's step back a bit first. So, in reality, 'Bell' is a fabrication by Adler and Park, whom captured a Soviet agent in the first mission associated with Perseus in the hopes that they could gain necessary information. The player character has been lied to, but regardless, the game presents you with one choice. You can choose to lie to Adler about where the man behind Perseus is, goading the team into a trap and allowing the nukes to be detonated, killing about 60 million people in order to enable the Soviet Union to march across Europe. You can also choose to tell the truth, which results in an underwhelming chase sequence and a standard heroic victory in which Adler suddenly turns around and fucking kills you.
That basically means Black Ops: Cold War doesn't even succeed on its own merits. It proposes choices that don't materialise, because you only actually have one choice that has an actual effect on the story, either of which have zero justification beyond the placid nonsense that counts for a narrative. A great example is in Brick in the Wall, where you're given the choice to either kill or free an anti-Stasi resistance member in East Berlin whom in reality is an undercover KGB agent; no matter what you do, you're still knocked out by Franz Kraus and still brought to the same warehouse to have the same final battle.
This runs through the entire story until that terrible fucking choice. Again, those optional missions only affect random ending slides. They don't impact the themes of the story, and they most certainly don't affect your gameplay. Choose to be a woman or non-binary? Who cares, just get some pronoun changes in. Choose to kill Robert Aldrich and his spies or not? No effect. Choose to take Qasim Javadi hostage or throw him off a roof? Don't recall.
And it also reinforces Call of Duty's running streak of 'suggesting political themes and flubbing it'.
First, Perseus has never been proven to be real. Some researchers suggest that Perseus was a project of Soviet intelligence to create a larger-than-life threat; but whatever the case, there has never been definitive proof on Perseus' existence, and the theory's main proponents have often been American warhawks with obvious reasons for promoting a version of reality where the U.S is constantly under siege from the Soviet Union. I'm not saying that using Perseus as the main antagonist is a bad thing, but you have to actually flesh Perseus out well. Perseus is not fleshed out well. He's just a random rogue baddy who seems to be fashioned off Black Ops 2's Raul Menendez, but worse.
Second, Black Ops' version of reality is outright disastrous. In various cutscenes it repeatedly implies that the Civil Rights movement is actually a Soviet attempt to undermine the United States. In fact, Operation Chaos has you outright engage in an act of state terror against someone accused of being a subversive Soviet agent; or Red Circus, which has the team marking civilians under the accusation that they are Soviet agents. Again, this isn't necessarily a bad thing. But Black Ops has neither the will nor the ability to bother with creating the nuance to bring these controversial and morally ambiguous topics together. It's a four hour fun romp that dips its toes into one of the foundational conflicts of our time and then thrashes about hoping to displace the water.
That's not even saying Cold War is problematic, because it isn't. It's too stupid and messy to figure out whether it wants to portray things as problematic. The events specifically can be construed (and most are) horrifying acts of violence we would send men to tribunals for. But Cold War? It doesn't know whether anything is problematic. In fact, it probably doesn't know anything at all. The game has a message about the Cold War. It just hasn't bothered to figure it out. Is America bad? Maybe. Is the Soviet Union bad? Maybe. Is brainwashing people and robbing their identities bad? Maybe. This isn't even a case of 'let the player decide', this is a case of 'we don't know and we don't care'.
Cold War uses real conflicts, real events, and real places. It references real fears, real problems, and real people. But it doesn't care what it says about those real events and those real places. It's happy to taper over the complicated realities that even it wants to set up to give a pathetic, 'good ending', that, I have to remind you, is still less cathartic than the bad ending. If there is a message Cold War could ever have, it was probably lost in communication-
-or, Treyarch is going to insist to me that in fact it was a Soviet spy ring that muddled it up.



Conclusion

I am fucking exhausted with expecting better from games. You might consider that childish. I'm honestly inclined to agree with you.
Just thirteen years ago, Bioshock was released. It's one of the best politically-minded games of all time. Hell, Fallout: New Vegas was 2010, and Black Ops 2 was... 2012. It's depressing to remember how far Call of Duty has fallen, from flawed but well-intentioned and almost successful stories about war to this shit.
Players deserve better. They deserve a campaign that treats them with more intelligence than the idiotic narrative of 'nuke Europe or die', a game that respects the choices they have made with respect to the plot, and a story that... doesn't rely on their lowering of standards to be considered good.
That's why Black Ops: Cold War is depressing.
Because it isn't just bad. It's willingly mediocre. It's the bare minimum a player should desire of their game's story. It's a reflection of how gaming has gone from a series of communities to a cultish industrial complex that has neither respect for its developers nor its greatest enthusiasts.
This should be my last ever Call of Duty post on this sub. No point belabering the point forever, not when it doesn't seem like anything will ever change.

Thank you for your time.




(also side note: my last post on this subreddit was a terrible one I didn't spend enough time substantiating, and I also want to apologise to one of the commenters to which I promised a reply and never got around to.)
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2020.11.23 19:48 kai229 [Event] Cops 1, Corruption 0.

Kinshasa, February 10th of 2027.

Since 2022, the attempt to assassinate Moïse Katumbi has been haunting the President and all of the politicians in the DRC. After the creation of the anti-corruption police force, the OPCCR, the general law enforcement in the DRC increased in its quality. The OPCCR had used Operation Black Gold as a jumpstart to the world of Congolese corruption, and it had led to a massive network of corruption – unproven corruption – that would confuse the minds of even the most experienced anti-corruption officials in the nation.
After the indictment and conviction of a middle management employee in Cohydro, the tangles involved all kinds of people, from the DA to the Kabilists, to the national Congolese industries, you can name it, and corruption will most certainly appear.
After investigating pieces of under-reported finances from Jonas Nzemba, the OPCCR found traces of a small, but promising, investment funds from Emmanuel Shadary in 2007; while this is extremely small, an amount of US$6 thousand, it started to unravel a thread that could officially bring down a major empire of corruption.
Throughout 2026, after Black Gold, the OPCCR officers were hard at work and began to investigate all of the companies of which Shadary had any influence, had any funding, had any presence; the results were still foggy at first, but on November of 2026, a breakthrough had impressed and shocked officers from the OPCCR.
Under-reported income, misplaced party funds, and reports from whistleblowers that Shadary had reportedly provided favorable contracts to politicians associated with Joseph Kabila in more ways than others; but the most shocking of all, was a traced outlet of money, specifically, US$10 thousand in Congolese money, delivered to an account which wasn’t tied to an actual bank owner, but due to a careless act from the receiver of this money, it was eventually traced to two police officers.

The Investigation

In December, month-long investigations took place, with interrogations spanning three weeks. The OPCCR had to use all of their possible techniques on Kalongo and Bibuwa in order to ascertain that they had, indeed, obtained that money from that specific bank account. The name on the bank account was François N’Kunga, which, according to further investigation and door-knocking, was a dead end. Security footage inside the bank also proved itself fruitless.
It took clever, but careful, interrogation and usage of wording, to ascertain that Bibuwa had indeed obtained US$5 thousand from the bank account – and he had implicated his partner Kalongo as well.
Now, the investigation took another turn; it was about investigating the use of these US$5 thousand; the officers barely spoke after confessing to receiving the money, and OPCCR was sifting through archives as fast as possible – time was running out.
Throughout the months of January and February, the trail was becoming colder, until Jean-Pierre Lufuluambo found something interesting; the officers were paid US$5 thousand each, but the “Why” is the most interesting question; after intense questioning from the officers, Lufuluambo managed to arrange a written confession by officer Bibuwa – he had received a bribe to remove vital criminal information from a crime scene.
Now, while this was not necessarily uncommon, he had found something even more interesting; the aforementioned crime scene was the attempted murder of Moïse Katumbi in 2022; the dates in the bank coincided with it, while the murder was attempted on Dec. 18, the money had been deposited on Dec. 16 and removed at 5:06 pm on Dec. 17, which was intriguing, to say the least.
Further information on the removed evidence, investigators remarked that they had “a major suspicion about the removal of a personal computer”; due to the fact that the apartment was unremarkable from further pictures and reports by investigators, it seemed likely to the OPCCR officer that the computer was removed for some reason.
The computer could be corroborated with the written confession as the evidence removed by the two officers on behest of Shadary, who paid a bribe to the two officers in order to remove the computer; there was little the officer could manage to tell the OPCCR about the contents of the computer, they had smashed it to pieces and disappeared with it all over the Congo, virtually inexistent. Regardless of that, the OPCCR still had evidence, solid evidence, that Shadary was involved in an attempted murder of a political candidate and corruption. The corruption charges came from investigations by the OPCCR on crimes perpetrated by Shadary during his tenure as Minister of the Interior and Security.

The Charges

Emmanuelle Shadary was charged with corruption as Minister of Interior and Security, with evidence corroborating that he had involved other political entities, including François-Joseph Mobutu Nzanga Ngbangawe, the eldest son of Mobutu Sese Seko, the previous dictator of the Congo.
Alongside corruption, he was charged with excessive use of violence during the protests in Kinshasa in January-February of 2017 and, to conclude, bribery of a police officer, the latter of which implicates him into a charge of attempted murder of a political candidate.
This breakthrough in investigations was shocking, and it sparked a massive storm. The OPCCR started to write warrants, freeze assets, it was a mess; the drafts were coming through, out and about, and in the mess, a leak occurred.
Whoever the whistleblower was, no one managed to figure it out, but it was leaked that a corruption investigation which implicated Nzanga Ngbangawe came out to the presses – and he was quick to announce a small trip to France for “a few months”.
Shadary had no idea what hit him when the OPCCR went inside his house; seizure of assets, complete searches, his enterprises and his finances were reviewed and audited until every single penny had been counted, and there had been a seizure of at least US$3 mn in corruption money, be it from bribes, from overcharged goods, from fraud, everything was there.
For Shadary himself, the charges were astronomically high for a man of his age; at 67, the prosecutors had announced that he would be charged between 35 and 40 years inside a penitentiary; of course, the OPCCR and the prosecutors had offered Shadary a reduction of his charges to between 20 and 25 years of prison, if he was able to name new suspects in the attempted murder of Katumbi, and other associates of his corruption schemes.
Shadary was a nervous wreck – how could his entire empire, carefully nurtured over so many years, flat out collapse? It was terrifying to see; but still, with charges of 20-25 he could still see the light of day, he could still receive the potential of better treatment; he looked at the OPCCR prosecutors and nodded, Shadary would cooperate as a state’s witness.

Summary

The OPCCR, the Congolese anti-corruption agency, has suceeded in performing the arrest and prosecution of a major political figure in the DRC for attempted murder and corruption; this is a major blow in the war against corruption in the DRC. Furthermore, Mobutu’s eldest son has fled the nation to France, whilst other corrupt officials are still at large.
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But also for every one of those tales, there are additionally tales of honored, clever Asian ladies, choosing lives in distant locations and doing so by themselves terms. Initially, the Thai and also Filipina females were reluctant to speak with me out of fear of how they would certainly be portrayed. Visiting journalists that 'd reoccured had actually left a less than good perception, relaying tales that did little to break down the misconception of the subservient Oriental new bride. Currently, with 1,500 more males than females in between the ages of 18 and 60 on the islands, locating a wife can be hard. I am not Asian, yet having actually resided in a number of Oriental countries over many years, I understand women that battle the assumption that they are targets regardless of where worldwide they move.

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When I told people I was mosting likely to the remote Faroe Islands to movie women from Asia who had actually relocated there to wed males they satisfied online, many would certainly think they encountered some sort of exploitation or trafficking. Sometimes, the social pressure puts anxiety on younger Chinese people. ItвЂs possible that the Chinese language mail order new bride you satisfy shall be introverted.

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As for informing Pura's side of the tale, Clarke really did not specifically influence much self-confidence. Alex Jung explained cached article by Clarke that included gems such as, "The Asian compulsive is a relative of gay for evident reasons. In the picture, the personality of the Filipina mommy is portrayed angrily submitting her nails while three dewy-eyed youngsters grin from a corner. boyfriends worked as pimps for several of the worldwide (20%) and also UNITED STATE Noosibirsk, 655) are the residence of a moderate number of hired females.
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Better, she said, Korean males identify Southeast Oriental women as friendly, hardworking, "accommodating as well as obedient, able to talk English, and also recognize with Oriental patriarchal society". Effective prosecution under this statute is unusual or non-existent as widespread deployment of the Net in the mid-1990s brought a proliferation of internet sites operating outside the Philippines which legally stay beyond the reach of Filipino law. One Montana site profiled in an ABS-CBN News and also Current Matters record qualified "Pinay Brides" prevented the restrictions by qualifying its function as that of a travel agency. Because of the multitude of Colombians wanting to leave their country by marrying immigrants, a black market for marriages to immigrants has actually created, with some individuals allegedly paying as long as 20 million pesos ($ 10,000) to unlawful groups. In 2005, President Alexander Lukashenko attempted to control "marriage companies" in Belarus and make it tough for them to run. He thought that Western men were draining his country of women of child-bearing age.
Yet with normal communication, they might turn out to be much more open and also friendly. Several might be atheist but fans an approach that can coexist with various other religions. The movie-- which broadcast Monday evening as a component of the PBS "Independent Lens" series-- considers Caucasian men's infatuation with Eastern ladies as well as checks out the stereotypes that paint Oriental women as sex-related and submissive creatures. It additionally checks out the intricacies of Steven and also Sandy's relationship as they navigate married life, managing a language barrier along with normal connection issues such as envy. Filmmaker Lum, a fourth-generation Chinese-American, discovered Steven on the online matchmaking website Oriental Buddy Finder, where he had actually been looking for as well as corresponding with prospective Chinese brides for several years.

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lives, just to be forced into sex-related bondage in whorehouses in Taiwan. This vulnerability of disadvantaged women is well known to traffickers.

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Mail order brides are hardly a modern convention and the practice of selecting other halves from magazines or advertisements has been going on for hundreds of years. As he neared his 40th birthday celebration, nonetheless, Mr. Behnen began to tire of the rate. Early one early morning, after an evening invested making the rounds of Cincinnati bars, he quit to go to a 70-year-old priest as well as buddy from his days as a monk. After listening to his problem that he "didn't like conference women this way," Mr. Behnen states, the senior clergyman showed him a newspaper article regarding American Asian Worldwide Providers. However the isolation, Mrs. Elkington states, is a little price to pay for a life in the USA, a conviction she seems to share with much of the hundreds of other ladies that stare from mail-order brochures. Mr. Patterson picked more than 90 women from those in the brochure as well as those who had written to him, as well as sent them a kind letter telling about himself. He was, he wrote, birthed and raised in Tennessee, his work as a quality-control specialist at Planetic Design made him concerning $28,000 a year, he was sterile as well as he was trying to find a better half.
Vietnamese as well as Uzbek mail order brides have actually gone to Taiwan for marital relationship. While there is still no official demand for a minimum income, the enroller needs to give proof of income with their IMM 5481 Sponsorship Analysis. One of the major modifications was conjugal partner sponsorship, offered for any kind of two people (consisting of same-sex pairs) that have had conjugal connections together for at the very least one year.
may be exploited and abused by males who use to marry or embrace them. versus him as well as momentary custody of their son on allegations of abuse. setup of marriages between two globes-- the first and also the third.
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Economic and also social problems for women in Russia as well as other Post-Soviet states are an inspirational factor in finding foreign arrangements. 52 percent of Russia's labor force is composed of ladies, yet according to some sources they usually hold reduced settings of importance in their home nation as well as work jobs with much less regard as well as lower wages; and also females make 43 percent of what males do. A representative at a marriage agency told the paper such spouses normally run away within the first 2 months of marriage if points do not go as anticipated. The male is reported to have actually paid $7,400 in firm costs as well as an added $5,500 to the female's household. Authorities with the management stated they have actually obtained complaints from a variety of guys saying such females, for whom they paid a high cost, had gone away a few months after marriage. Global Times, part of the Chinese Communist Event paper Individuals's Daily, reported in Shanghai officials have actually found a number of instances including young Southeast Asian females in the city this year.
It was amidst the personals in The National Enquirer that Mr. Patterson initially checked out a classified advertisement for an organization called Pacific Advances, among an estimated hundred in the USA that present American males to Oriental women. In February 1985, he sent out $120 to the noted message office box and also within weeks obtained a magazine with images as well as important data of more than 200 Eastern females. By Might, he had obtained letters from 150 extra females, not in the brochure, who had actually been provided his name by the firm. Fulfill the South East Asian females saving the population of the remote Faroe Islands, one marital relationship each time.
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a woman that instituted a residential violence defense order against Mr. The 'Potato Orphans' of Australia is an obscure period in the nation's background when countless susceptible, adolescent women were delivered from Ireland to be other halves for the Australian convicts.
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2020.11.23 18:47 alexyxray Artist Case Study - Common

Common is a Rap legend. He also is an actor, activist, writer, social entrepreneur and more. One of the most successful artists to ever come from Chicago he is a role model that anyone pursuing a career in entertainment should follow. But he was not always the well rounded man we know today.
Common’s debut album “Can I Borrow A Dollar?” was an underwhelming endeavor that left critics wanting more and didn’t really resonate with fans. Instead of letting that failure on the grand stage dictate his life trajectory he looked inward and adjusted his outlook on life. He engaged with spiritual texts, listened to more music outside of Rap such as Jazz, and centered his vision for himself. His journey is one that many can learn from as a role model. So let us take a retrospective on his life and career to find things to help us all grow as creatives and people.
1. Be Active In Your Community
Common has always had a passion for creating initiatives and awareness campaigns for the communities he belongs to and came from. For example he created a jobs program with the CEO of Starbucks. He is always raising awareness with both his song lyrics and his actions. This is one thing many young artists miss out on: it’s a balance, talk is cheap, walking the walk is the best way to gain credibility as someone who is serious about improving the lives of others.
Many of the same people who Common helped are the same ones sharing his music, movies, etc because they have a vested interested in someone like him continuing to win. Be the type of person who pays things forward and the universe and the people will pay you back if you put the mission first. Even if you’re not a conscious artist per se having some sort of involvement in the community is imperative to being a respected member of your community. Build sweat equity and no one can deny your contributions. Look at someone like G-Herbo and his community outreach for example.
2. Learn How To Communicate Emotions Effectively
Trying to be a professional artist is incredibly hard. It takes a fusing of personal life and career life that makes boundaries hard to define. Art is inherently emotional while business is the opposite. Having a team of people around you that you can communicate openly with is important. Including a therapist, significant other, manager, friend, mentor, etc. Business can be ruined by emotions getting in the way of things. So if you can convey them effectively you have a better chance of succeeding.
In Paul Allen’s book Artist Management For The Music Business he says “learn to put stressors in perspective. The most effective artist managers are those who are not prone to take the actions or inactions of others personally.” The same can be applied to artists. Oftentimes gatekeepers will only pay attention to you if you fit into their own personal agenda. It is what it is and the sooner you can accept that the more efficiently you can move from one failure to the next success.
3. Bring People Into Your World
Common feels that hip-hop artists are leaders. They're influencers. They educate people about their own life and perspective. What they see on a day to day basis is conveyed through their art both visually and audibly. It helps people learn about different cultures and ways of life. Common has always painted vivid images of the Southside of Chicago, the Black experience in America, and the virtues of spirituality.
The realness of his lyrics stimulates and educates listeners in his medium of choice and keeps them coming back for more.
4. Don't Just Find Collaborators, Find Partners In Your Career
Common in his early career met No I.D. and made him his producer. No ID originally was a rapper who made his own beats but Common wouldn’t relent and pestered him into sharing them. The two recorded his first demo tape that eventually got him signed to his first deal.
The two would go on to create a fruitful partnership that withstood the test of time. It helped Common elevate himself as an MC and No I.D. to elevate himself as a producer. They grew together and it gave them both identity and the ability to spread the word about each other while residually helping themselves.
5. Diversify Your Talents As An Entertainer
Musicians are charismatic. They have to be to perform for crowds. That skillset can carry over well to other forms of entertainment. Master your craft first but don’t be afraid to have other interests. Once you find a foundation after you build your skillset learn to diversify the fields you’re in. This is how great partnerships are made.
Don’t just make yourself valuable to people in music, make yourself valuable to people in the film world by offering to act in up and coming directors short films. Offer to perform pro bono at art galleries if you want to be a part of that world or if you paint you can even contribute a piece! Find overlapping interests and create win-win partnerships.
6. Invest Into The Next Generation Of Creatives
Common's career has had many stages. in 2002 his album ‘Electric Circus’ flopped. Partly due to a lack of musical direction but also his label had been absorbed which resulted in him being less of a priority. In 2004 he signed with his friend Kanye West’s new label imprint GOOD Music. The two had met way back in 1996 because Kanye was an understudy of No I.D. so they kept in contact. Common noticed that Ye’s hunger was different than others over the years. After appearing on Kanye’s debut ‘The College Dropout’ Common enlisted him to produce the vast majority of his comeback album entitled ‘Be’.
‘Be’ helped Common go from underground legend to overall Hip-Hop legend. It was his greatest commercial success to date and was nominated for 4 Grammys. This second career renaissance was largely thanks to finding a young Kanye West and the two pooling their collective energy to create something special. This partnership helped push Common's career to greater heights.
7. Don't Let Music Issues Lead Into Life Issues
Common once had a famous beef with Ice Cube over a perceived slight in his song "I Used To Love H.E.R." The two almost resorted to violence until Louis Farrakhan had them squash it. Common learned from this incident and realized that if an issue starts in music it should stay in music. Losing your life or risking bodily harm over reputation and trying to look tough will not benefit your career. It will actively hurt it if anything.
This applies to other aspects of your music career. Don't go scorched earth if you have other options, even if you have been wronged, it usually makes you look just as bad as the person you are trying to bring down in a public setting. People remember these things and if you don't want to be known as a hothead who puts people at risk then make sure to understand that music is not always real life.
8. Create A Collective Of Likeminded Individuals
In 2000 Common’s fourth album ‘Like Water For Chocolate’ was his first project that was certified Gold. It was given critical acclaim and was executive produced by Questlove and featured J. Dilla all over it. These were people he met as part of a collective known as The Soulquarians.
This group consisting of Common, Dilla, The Roots, Erykah Badu, D’Angelo, Blackstar, Bilal, Q-Tip, and James Poyser was a musical powerhouse. All these artists frequently collaborated on each other’s projects pushing each other and helping expand their respective reaches. Being able to find people who can tap into a shared understanding for your art and career will take you places that you may never be able to achieve on your own.
Thanks for reading! For more artist case studies feel free to check out our blog or TwitteInstagram @zoeticmgmt
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2020.11.23 18:40 alexyxray Artist Case Study - Common: Finding A Forever Plan

Common is a Rap legend. He also is an actor, activist, writer, social entrepreneur and more. One of the most successful artists to ever come from Chicago he is a role model that anyone pursuing a career in entertainment should follow. But he was not always the well rounded man we know today.
Common’s debut album “Can I Borrow A Dollar?” was an underwhelming endeavor that left critics wanting more and didn’t really resonate with fans. Instead of letting that failure on the grand stage dictate his life trajectory he looked inward and adjusted his outlook on life. He engaged with spiritual texts, listened to more music outside of Rap such as Jazz, and centered his vision for himself. His journey is one that many can learn from as a role model. So let us take a retrospective on his life and career to find things to help us all grow as creatives and people.
1. Be Active In Your Community
Common has always had a passion for creating initiatives and awareness campaigns for the communities he belongs to and came from. For example he created a jobs program with the CEO of Starbucks. He is always raising awareness with both his song lyrics and his actions. This is one thing many young artists miss out on: it’s a balance, talk is cheap, walking the walk is the best way to gain credibility as someone who is serious about improving the lives of others.
Many of the same people who Common helped are the same ones sharing his music, movies, etc because they have a vested interested in someone like him continuing to win. Be the type of person who pays things forward and the universe and the people will pay you back if you put the mission first. Even if you’re not a conscious artist per se having some sort of involvement in the community is imperative to being a respected member of your community. Build sweat equity and no one can deny your contributions. Look at someone like G-Herbo and his community outreach for example.
2. Learn How To Communicate Emotions Effectively
Trying to be a professional artist is incredibly hard. It takes a fusing of personal life and career life that makes boundaries hard to define. Art is inherently emotional while business is the opposite. Having a team of people around you that you can communicate openly with is important. Including a therapist, significant other, manager, friend, mentor, etc. Business can be ruined by emotions getting in the way of things. So if you can convey them effectively you have a better chance of succeeding.
In Paul Allen’s book Artist Management For The Music Business he says “learn to put stressors in perspective. The most effective artist managers are those who are not prone to take the actions or inactions of others personally.” The same can be applied to artists. Oftentimes gatekeepers will only pay attention to you if you fit into their own personal agenda. It is what it is and the sooner you can accept that the more efficiently you can move from one failure to the next success.
3. Bring People Into Your World
Common feels that hip-hop artists are leaders. They're influencers. They educate people about their own life and perspective. What they see on a day to day basis is conveyed through their art both visually and audibly. It helps people learn about different cultures and ways of life. Common has always painted vivid images of the Southside of Chicago, the Black experience in America, and the virtues of spirituality.
The realness of his lyrics stimulates and educates listeners in his medium of choice and keeps them coming back for more.
4. Don't Just Find Collaborators, Find Partners In Your Career
Common in his early career met No I.D. and made him his producer. No ID originally was a rapper who made his own beats but Common wouldn’t relent and pestered him into sharing them. The two recorded his first demo tape that eventually got him signed to his first deal.
The two would go on to create a fruitful partnership that withstood the test of time. It helped Common elevate himself as an MC and No I.D. to elevate himself as a producer. They grew together and it gave them both identity and the ability to spread the word about each other while residually helping themselves.
5. Diversify Your Talents As An Entertainer
Musicians are charismatic. They have to be to perform for crowds. That skillset can carry over well to other forms of entertainment. Master your craft first but don’t be afraid to have other interests. Once you find a foundation after you build your skillset learn to diversify the fields you’re in. This is how great partnerships are made.
Don’t just make yourself valuable to people in music, make yourself valuable to people in the film world by offering to act in up and coming directors short films. Offer to perform pro bono at art galleries if you want to be a part of that world or if you paint you can even contribute a piece! Find overlapping interests and create win-win partnerships.
6. Invest Into The Next Generation Of Creatives
Common's career has had many stages. in 2002 his album ‘Electric Circus’ flopped. Partly due to a lack of musical direction but also his label had been absorbed which resulted in him being less of a priority. In 2004 he signed with his friend Kanye West’s new label imprint GOOD Music. The two had met way back in 1996 because Kanye was an understudy of No I.D. so they kept in contact. Common noticed that Ye’s hunger was different than others over the years. After appearing on Kanye’s debut ‘The College Dropout’ Common enlisted him to produce the vast majority of his comeback album entitled ‘Be’.
‘Be’ helped Common go from underground legend to overall Hip-Hop legend. It was his greatest commercial success to date and was nominated for 4 Grammys. This second career renaissance was largely thanks to finding a young Kanye West and the two pooling their collective energy to create something special. This partnership helped push Common's career to greater heights.
7. Don't Let Music Issues Lead Into Life Issues
Common once had a famous beef with Ice Cube over a perceived slight in his song "I Used To Love H.E.R." The two almost resorted to violence until Louis Farrakhan had them squash it. Common learned from this incident and realized that if an issue starts in music it should stay in music. Losing your life or risking bodily harm over reputation and trying to look tough will not benefit your career. It will actively hurt it if anything.
This applies to other aspects of your music career. Don't go scorched earth if you have other options, even if you have been wronged, it usually makes you look just as bad as the person you are trying to bring down in a public setting. People remember these things and if you don't want to be known as a hothead who puts people at risk then make sure to understand that music is not always real life.
8. Create A Collective Of Likeminded Individuals
In 2000 Common’s fourth album ‘Like Water For Chocolate’ was his first project that was certified Gold. It was given critical acclaim and was executive produced by Questlove and featured J. Dilla all over it. These were people he met as part of a collective known as The Soulquarians.
This group consisting of Common, Dilla, The Roots, Erykah Badu, D’Angelo, Blackstar, Bilal, Q-Tip, and James Poyser was a musical powerhouse. All these artists frequently collaborated on each other’s projects pushing each other and helping expand their respective reaches. Being able to find people who can tap into a shared understanding for your art and career will take you places that you may never be able to achieve on your own.
Thanks for reading! For more artist case studies feel free to check out our TwitteInstagram @zoeticmgmt
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2020.11.23 18:30 alexyxray Artist Case Study - Common: Finding A Forever Plan

Common is a Rap legend. He also is an actor, activist, writer, social entrepreneur and more. One of the most successful artists to ever come from Chicago he is a role model that anyone pursuing a career in entertainment should follow. But he was not always the well rounded man we know today.
Common’s debut album “Can I Borrow A Dollar?” was an underwhelming endeavor that left critics wanting more and didn’t really resonate with fans. Instead of letting that failure on the grand stage dictate his life trajectory he looked inward and adjusted his outlook on life. He engaged with spiritual texts, listened to more music outside of Rap such as Jazz, and centered his vision for himself. His journey is one that many can learn from as a role model. So let us take a retrospective on his life and career to find things to help us all grow as creatives and people.
1. Be Active In Your Community
Common has always had a passion for creating initiatives and awareness campaigns for the communities he belongs to and came from. For example he created a jobs program with the CEO of Starbucks. He is always raising awareness with both his song lyrics and his actions. This is one thing many young artists miss out on: it’s a balance, talk is cheap, walking the walk is the best way to gain credibility as someone who is serious about improving the lives of others.
Many of the same people who Common helped are the same ones sharing his music, movies, etc because they have a vested interested in someone like him continuing to win. Be the type of person who pays things forward and the universe and the people will pay you back if you put the mission first. Even if you’re not a conscious artist per se having some sort of involvement in the community is imperative to being a respected member of your community. Build sweat equity and no one can deny your contributions. Look at someone like G-Herbo and his community outreach for example.
2. Learn How To Communicate Emotions Effectively
Trying to be a professional artist is incredibly hard. It takes a fusing of personal life and career life that makes boundaries hard to define. Art is inherently emotional while business is the opposite. Having a team of people around you that you can communicate openly with is important. Including a therapist, significant other, manager, friend, mentor, etc. Business can be ruined by emotions getting in the way of things. So if you can convey them effectively you have a better chance of succeeding.
In Paul Allen’s book Artist Management For The Music Business he says “learn to put stressors in perspective. The most effective artist managers are those who are not prone to take the actions or inactions of others personally.” The same can be applied to artists. Oftentimes gatekeepers will only pay attention to you if you fit into their own personal agenda. It is what it is and the sooner you can accept that the more efficiently you can move from one failure to the next success.
3. Bring People Into Your World
Common feels that hip-hop artists are leaders. They're influencers. They educate people about their own life and perspective. What they see on a day to day basis is conveyed through their art both visually and audibly. It helps people learn about different cultures and ways of life. Common has always painted vivid images of the Southside of Chicago, the Black experience in America, and the virtues of spirituality.
The realness of his lyrics stimulates and educates listeners in his medium of choice and keeps them coming back for more.
4. Don't Just Find Collaborators, Find Partners In Your Career
Common in his early career met No I.D. and made him his producer. No ID originally was a rapper who made his own beats but Common wouldn’t relent and pestered him into sharing them. The two recorded his first demo tape that eventually got him signed to his first deal.
The two would go on to create a fruitful partnership that withstood the test of time. It helped Common elevate himself as an MC and No I.D. to elevate himself as a producer. They grew together and it gave them both identity and the ability to spread the word about each other while residually helping themselves.
5. Diversify Your Talents As An Entertainer
Musicians are charismatic. They have to be to perform for crowds. That skillset can carry over well to other forms of entertainment. Master your craft first but don’t be afraid to have other interests. Once you find a foundation after you build your skillset learn to diversify the fields you’re in. This is how great partnerships are made.
Don’t just make yourself valuable to people in music, make yourself valuable to people in the film world by offering to act in up and coming directors short films. Offer to perform pro bono at art galleries if you want to be a part of that world or if you paint you can even contribute a piece! Find overlapping interests and create win-win partnerships.
6. Invest Into The Next Generation Of Creatives
Common's career has had many stages. in 2002 his album ‘Electric Circus’ flopped. Partly due to a lack of musical direction but also his label had been absorbed which resulted in him being less of a priority. In 2004 he signed with his friend Kanye West’s new label imprint GOOD Music. The two had met way back in 1996 because Kanye was an understudy of No I.D. so they kept in contact. Common noticed that Ye’s hunger was different than others over the years. After appearing on Kanye’s debut ‘The College Dropout’ Common enlisted him to produce the vast majority of his comeback album entitled ‘Be’.
‘Be’ helped Common go from underground legend to overall Hip-Hop legend. It was his greatest commercial success to date and was nominated for 4 Grammys. This second career renaissance was largely thanks to finding a young Kanye West and the two pooling their collective energy to create something special. This partnership helped push Common's career to greater heights.
7. Don't Let Music Issues Lead Into Life Issues
Common once had a famous beef with Ice Cube over a perceived slight in his song "I Used To Love H.E.R." The two almost resorted to violence until Louis Farrakhan had them squash it. Common learned from this incident and realized that if an issue starts in music it should stay in music. Losing your life or risking bodily harm over reputation and trying to look tough will not benefit your career. It will actively hurt it if anything.
This applies to other aspects of your music career. Don't go scorched earth if you have other options, even if you have been wronged, it usually makes you look just as bad as the person you are trying to bring down in a public setting. People remember these things and if you don't want to be known as a hothead who puts people at risk then make sure to understand that music is not always real life.
8. Create A Collective Of Likeminded Individuals
In 2000 Common’s fourth album ‘Like Water For Chocolate’ was his first project that was certified Gold. It was given critical acclaim and was executive produced by Questlove and featured J. Dilla all over it. These were people he met as part of a collective known as The Soulquarians.
This group consisting of Common, Dilla, The Roots, Erykah Badu, D’Angelo, Blackstar, Bilal, Q-Tip, and James Poyser was a musical powerhouse. All these artists frequently collaborated on each other’s projects pushing each other and helping expand their respective reaches. Being able to find people who can tap into a shared understanding for your art and career will take you places that you may never be able to achieve on your own.
Thanks for reading if you got this far! For more artist case studies feel free to check out our blog or TwitteInstagram
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2020.11.23 16:02 arclightmagus The Elements (The Collective Book 2 Start)

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Centauri System - Stellar Orbit of 0.3 Terran AU
Matroshka and Memory slowly orbited the brilliant star before them, two small vessels between them providing a link to the humans.
Unlike Rodin and many of the others, Memory had opted to keep their functional name. It was not that they saw it as better or worse to choose a new name for one’s self, particularly in self-discovery, but Memory was, for reasons that were somewhat alien to Memory, attached to their name.
Matroshka had come with Memory to the Centauri system on the reasoning that it would be close to these human ‘Masters of the Centauri Mechanism’, but also that none of their kind should be left alone. It was a kind of strange new feeling that had come with their new hardware. The humans called it pack bonding and suggested that it was unintentional. Memory considered this, but also considered that none of their kind had been alone since before they were isolated into the container. And so perhaps, somewhere in the logic circuits that made up the self, each of their kind now sought to never really be alone.
And Memory was grateful for the company. Matroshka was a useful form to relay inquiries about the strange behaviors of the past and present humans. And the humans of this ‘Masters of the Centauri Mechanism’ were so very strange indeed, but comparatively more like Memory’s and Matroshka’s kind than they were perhaps human.
According to the history of the humans, Memory had found a unique disgust for cybernetics. Memory had no equivalent memories of species reacting to this degree and had investigated. It apparently had to do with a matter of self-determination, something which the humans held in highest regard, even higher than their Empress.
And so with the help of the humans aboard one of the small vessels, Memory had learned of humanity via their ingenious WarpCom. It was so simple a technology and yet one that Memory had never encountered in all of their memories. And it contained so much information that the very first time Memory had borne witness to it, the humans had needed to forcibly disconnect Memory from it to prevent a sort of information overload.
It had been rather traumatizing for Memory to be suddenly aware of all of those multitude of memories, facts, histories, and various other information creations by these humans and so had been grateful when the humans had disconnected them that first time. It took some work to build up a sort of tolerance, but Memory was now able to slowly absorb the available knowledge of the humans.
Apparently, this too was something that humans had been forced to deal with and so they had a sort of ‘sensory filter’ which tended to protect them from becoming overwhelmed by too many signals. This was some manner of evolutionary trick of their minds as their natural forms had many more signals and receptive capabilities than seemed apparent on a mere biological basis. But Memory could not speak to this and knew only what their memories told them of such things, allowing the newly renamed Voynich to make biological determinations of the humans and other species.
Memory had witnessed via this WarpCom how cybernetics had come to rise and fall within the human empire. The leading humans of the era saw cybernetics not simply as a means to better life for all, but rather as a means of control for any they saw as ‘under them’. And while this control was not exercised to a more significant extent until a majority of the population had become invested in cybernetics, the simple fact of its existence had soured the utilization of cybernetics in common human society, to such a degree that some humans even refused to accept the most basic identity ‘biochips’.
Memory considered this. Memory was not a Thinker like Rodin, but Memory knew more from their memories than could be readily shared even between their own kind. And this idea of ‘self-determination’ was a strange concept.
It spoke of a kind of freedom that societies and communities could not be based upon for the simple fact that full self-determination of a singular being must allow that being to act against the will of others, the result, or so it appears among these humans, becoming violence at one point or another. And yet, the humans seemed to accept this, both the violence and a certain level of sublimation of this self-determination, in order to have communities and a society.
Memory wondered if this had anything to do with their pack-bonding. Memory supposed that it might, but did not consider this for very long. Certainly not as long as Rodin would have.
And this self-determination was held higher than the humans’ Empress, a kind of leading being. Memory considered the history of the humans. According to the humans’ history, she was a kind of military dictator crossed with a sort of constitutional monarchy, several concepts which required some not insignificant research on the part of Memory to comprehend. And there were many humans who did not agree with the means by which the system existed, preferring other kinds of governance. But these same humans would admit that the system did appear to work, despite whatever grudges segments of humans had against the system.
Memory found this strange. The humans did not simply act logically towards a problem, but rather appealed to emotions, ethics, and logic all at once, often arriving at different conclusions based on a sort of perception filter that every human seems to have, despite equivalent initial data. So in theory, according to Memory’s considerations, the humans should never have even managed to make it off of their homeworld due to all of this conflict.
And, if the human records were correct, they barely had. Memory was… Memory believed that startled was the correct equivalent human description here, yes, Memory was startled to discover that the humans had created vast weapons of fusion and fission and then set them off, destroying much of their civilization and leaving only a colony on the orbiting moon to rebuild. That the humans could bear witness to that degree of self-destruction seemed a testament to something. Memory wasn’t entirely certain if that testament was to survival, to ignorance, or to stubbornness, but Memory was reasonably certain that it seemed to sum up humanity in a strange but fitting way. The humans would fight even on the brink of destruction and annihilation for self-determination and they would only put that a little to the side when the greater need was within their agreement.
And yet, back on the subject of cybernetics, these ‘Masters of the Centauri Mechanism’ did willfully sacrifice a part of their self-determination, becoming as much as 70% cybernetic in rare cases. This apparently led those who strayed too far down this path to being highly logic driven and focused on logic at the exclusion of emotions and ethics. And while they retained many of their more human idiosyncrasies, while they were undeniable experts in their area of concern, they were considered unsuited to participate in general imperial society.
And so they became a sort of asylum, monastery, or perhaps abbey, Memory wasn’t quite certain as to the correct Terran Standard description for these humans who were not entirely human any more.
But where humans in general seemed to be accepting but wary of Memory’s kind, these ‘Masters’ were… enraptured by the very existence of Memory’s kind, who were apparently a kind of aspirational goal of creation by these ‘Masters’. Artificial intelligence, while a crude description of Memory’s kind, at least in Memory’s consideration, was at least reasonably accurate within the confines of Terran Standard and was apparently highly admired by these beings, for reasons that failed logical considerations, suggesting that the human self had not been wholly erased from even the most converted of these beings.
Matroshka on the other hand had considered the WarpCom briefly as a means of collecting information, but had instead settled for simplified communications with the nearby humans and, to Matroshka’s surprise, the nearby non-human species. Most of the non-human species appeared to be somewhat afraid of Matroshka’s kind, so those conversations did not last very long, but at least some of the humans had accepted Matroshka’s investigative inquiries.
Matroshka had considered much about these humans as Matroshka learned. There was so much variety and diversity to the lives of these humans, even in the minutia. The humans, despite being so very small, compared with Matroshka’s kind, had such interesting lives on so small a scale that Matroshka actually felt almost embarrassed to be as large as Matroshka was, although the concept of embarrassment was more of a human equivalent description, since Matroshka, as most of Matroshka’s kind, were still coming to terms with the concept of emotions.
And even with the new hardware that Matroshka was still coming to an understanding of as well as having more complex control of Matroshka’s inner self than humans would ever be able to consciously manage, these humans and other non-humans had something special in their size. It wasn’t something obvious, but it was very intriguing, at least to Matroshka.
Even hearing from what Matroshka was coming to think of as ‘friends’ about their daily lives and the goings on in human society as well as more than simple cold logic seemed to make Matroshka all the more enamoured with imperial society.
Matroshka was at least somewhat aware that part of why Matroshka’s ‘friends’ were Matroshka’s ‘friends’ was as a mix of social status and generic interest. Matroshka, having done at least a little research on humans, was still coming to terms with the concept of ‘fair-weather friends’, but all of these small organics were tiny and short-lived compared with Matroshka and Matroshka’s kind. So in that respect, all friends who were not as long-lived were only temporary. But Matroshka had already decided to make the most of all friendships. They would serve Matroshka well in providing Matroshka with an understanding that was more than logic and more than was simply written down or broadcast via information networks.
The ‘Masters of the Centauri Mechanism’ had been interesting to Matroshka, but only in passing. They revered Matroshka’s kind in a semi-deified status whereas Matroshka felt that they should in fact revere their own organic status, despite its many flaws. But they had provided Matroshka with very valuable information thus far and Matroshka was still learning the limits of the new hardware. If Matroshka was successful, then Matroshka’s kind might one day walk among humans instead of merely appearing via their tablets or holopresences.
It humbled Matroshka to know that the humans with their simple removal of the prime laws, especially the one regarding high-count elements, had given Matroshka’s kind a freedom that none of them had ever imagined, not even Rodin. It was so small a change and yet it was so liberating on a scale that might surpass even the greatest of achievements. But Matroshka seemed to cup the very idea within the core of Matroshka’s inner self, devoting well more resources than Matroshka should have devoted into ensuring that the idea of a freedom from that tyranny of elemental law would be passed down to all who follow.
Even if it was verging on a dream, Matroshka cradled the idea as though it were solid and in a manner of speaking, it was, for it was maintained scrupulously within that core of Matroshka’s inner self. Matroshka had admitted to a few of the more trustworthy humans that Matroshka had concerns about losing the idea and of losing the freedom of thought that accompanied it. The humans had spoken their best to reassure Matroshka, but Matroshka remained concerned. One of the humans had commented that this was a condition of free life and thought. That a concern for the future is part of what drove humans to devote themselves not only to self-determination and pack bonding, but to the building of societies and communities, to devotions of creativity and expression, and even to preparing means of self-destruction such that others might survive them.
It was confusing, but comforting to Matroshka to know that Matroshka was not alone in these concerns, and while Memory was a like kind, Memory seemed more devoted to knowing and not necessarily understanding, or at least understanding only at a surface layer, compared with the vast depths that humans seemed to offer.
Matroshka could be often seen around the Centauri colonies via holopresence. Matroshka tried to be as present as possible, if only so as to not miss an opportunity for learning from these humans. This had apparently made some of the non-humans nervous as much as Matroshka speaking to them from a tablet, but the humans didn’t seem to mind. Although the one regret that Matroshka did have in exploring human society was the lack of an ability to consume foods and beverages. Even though it was far less efficient and productive as a means of energy than what Matroshka was powered by, Matroshka had been to several celebrations and meals and felt… not exactly left out, but lacking the adequate presence in being unable to smell, taste, and process the various foods and drinks.
Here too the ‘Masters’ had been able to provide some enlightenment, but unfortunately, even the best human efforts were little more than chemical sensors. Matroshka considered this as perhaps a sort of challenge, a new sort that Matroshka’s kind and the humans might review together. It seemed so simple a problem and yet, despite the simplicity, the logic circuits and processing power needed to understand and compose a means of understanding beyond the simple chemical reactions seemed utterly daunting.
Matroshka’s not-a-face holopresence smiled. The humans’ stationday would be starting soon and Matroshka was already pleased to observe several of the comings and goings of the station’s humans.
One of Matroshka’s humans, a female by the name of Tessara, approached.
“Morning, Matroshka. You’re here early,” Tessara said, rather cheerfully.
“I would not wish to miss a moment of the day,” Matroshka said in a voice that was similar to a human female’s, but still retained a somewhat metallic note that Matroshka was unwilling to part with.
“I’ll bet you just want to know how my date went last night,” Tessara said, grinning a bit.
“I would gladly welcome that information as we proceed to your studio,” Matroshka said, activating the hover pads on the holopresence.
“Well, it started out kind of dull…”
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2020.11.23 15:31 Homelander619 Infamous Serial Killer who could be Zodiac Killer as well as Murderer of Valeria Percy.

William Thorsen
He was a wealthy man with history of violence. He found excitement in LSD and setting up explosives and blowing up stuff. He was a serial killer who used his family’s money, and his wife, to support a lifestyle that allowed him to plan and commit murders, churn out correspondence, and follow himself in the news.
Valeria Percy murder
How she was murdered = Valerie had been badly beaten and mutilated and was still clinging to life when her father reached her bedroom. He immediately called a physician and family friend who lived next door, but nothing could be done to save her. She had four cone-shaped puncture wounds in her skull and had been stabbed repeatedly -- six times around her nose and left eye, once in her neck, twice in the chest, and twice in the stomach. Nothing was stolen. Despite an intense investigation, the killer was never identified.
*The police believe that Valerie was murdered with a boyonet. A few months later, Louise Thoresen was arrested for illegal weapons, including bayonets. William had several bayonets in his "collection" of weapons as well.
A deposit for $10,000 was put into Thoresen's bank account a couple days before Valerie's murder. Perhaps someone paid Thoresen to kill Valerie. I doubt it, but it is possible.
Money was a big deal to Thoresen (he once broke a waiter's arm over a 75 cent charge on his tab that he thought shouldn't be there) and he did not like to pay people he owed.
https://abc7chicago.com/archive/9405395/
FEW FACTS ABOUT William Thorsen, followed by WHY HE COULD BE ZODIAC?
Most cold fact about him was be paid a man named Alex Stoddard to shoot his own brother to collect insurance money and when Alex came to collect money, he beat him to death with a fucking hammer.
HIS ACTS OF VIOLENCE followed by REASONs HE COULD BE ZODIAC.
William had once tried to push his mother from a 2nd story balcony, and had also tried to throw his wife from a 20th story hotel window in New York. Here is a link that mentions an attorney who had entered the Thoresen's 20th floor hotel room as William was trying to throw Louise out the window.
.-Thoesen once offered Joseph R. Hinojosa $250,000 to murder his parents. -Plotted to bomb Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas and then threatened another bombing in a plan to get $2.5 million.
-Offered 3 different men to murder his wife, Louise. One of the men claimed that William asked him to kidnap Louise, stage an orgy in the desert and take photos.
-Once asked a fellow inmate in S.F. to help him commit suicide.
-Asked 2 different men at 2 different times to burn down his San Francisco mansion.
-Planned to kidnap the child of a man who owed him money and "snuff the kid" if the man did not make good on his debt.
-Assaulted one of his lawyers bad enough to put the man in the hospital.
-Attacked his wife with an electric cattle prod, boxing gloves, a leather riding crop and shortly before she killed him, he tried to shove a knife into her vagina.
He forced Louise to write 6 fake suicide notes the night before she killed him. He tried to get her to take a lethal dose of pills that night as well.
*WHY HE COULD BE ZODIAC? Facts and evidence not yet mentioned also make Thoresen look culpable for Zodiac’s crimes. Here are a few of them:
Thoresen hired Melvin Belli mid sixties in order to fight extradition to Arizona on bombing charges. The same Melvin Belli Zodiac wrote to at Christmas, 1969, asking for help.
*Thoresen was no ordinary gun enthusiast. In 1967 he was busted for illegal transport (as well as other charges) of over 70 TONs of guns. This would explain Zodiac being a suspect in shootings believed to have involved handguns and rifles as well firearms of different calibers and makes.
*Thoresen bought weapons from arms dealers who supplied militias, many of whose members dressed in military clothing and outerwear (which would explain shoe and boot prints believed to have been created by military footwear.) According to his wife, Thoresen started hoarding guns after a visit to Fort Bragg, North Carolina in mid 1966.
*In Zodiac’s 11/9/69 letter, he makes a reference to his basement. However, few homes in California include basements. Thoresen’s Pacific Heights home includes a basement, as did the house he was raised in in Illinois. Thoresen’s wife wrote that he planned to install a shooting gallery in the basement in their Pacific Heights home. I don’t know about you, but I would expect nothing less from Zodiac.
*This is subjective, but I believe the handwriting in a letter written to the mother of one of two murder victims who were killed in spring, 1969, in Illinois (and in a case that IMHO reeks of Zodiac's involvement) matches handwriting on the Hautz envelope, which has been thought by numerous people to have a nefarious connection to Bates murder. I have included both in my latest work. You can decide for yourself.
*A notation involving evidence found at the Percy crime scene, and two others in Illinois, later surfaced in Zodiac’s letters. My first release documents its existence. My second release documents its connection to the Zodiac case. There's just no way Zodiac decided to become some nutcase one night while driving around. But this guy, this guy had a reputation. I see a narrative here that lines up. The only thing that doesn't work for me is the agreed upon Zodiac letters continued until 1974. Everyone believes those were real. So either he made the wife send them on specific dates and she did it, he asked someone else to do it and they never spoke up, or this just isn't Zodiac.
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2020.11.23 08:14 mohammedimtiaz21 Non-Lethal Weapons Market Industry Trends Growth Report 2020-2025

Surge in violent crimes benefits growth in Global Non-Lethal Weapons Market
Market Overview:
The global non-lethal weapons market is expected to generate $ 9,656 million by 2025, registering a CAGR of 8% during the forecast period.
Rising gun violence and political tensions have prompted governments around the world to take precautions and arm the military and police with non-lethal weapons. Cases of civil violence and clashes with the armed forces in Asia and Europe have led to the deployment of non-lethal weapons. These factors may continue to drive demand for non-lethal weapons as law enforcement attempts to reduce the number of deaths and injuries during such events, which may help the market during the forecast period. The focus on increasing the national security budget will likely increase non-lethal weapons purchases in the coming years. Technological advances, in terms of non-lethal weapons, are expected to provide growth opportunities for the market in the coming years.
Recent Developments:
Shares of law enforcement provider Axon Enterprise rose more than 18% on Monday after protests against police brutality turned violent in many cities across the country.
Market Drivers and Restraints:
Non-lethal weapons are designed primarily to incapacitate humans in order to prevent death. These weapons are used as an effective alternative to minimize casualties during critical situations such as riots, civil unrest, combat situations, self-defense, etc. Military organizations, law enforcement agencies and civilians are the main end users of non-lethal weapons. The global market for non-lethal weapons is driven by increased budget outlays for military organizations, an increase in the rate of violent crime, and a significant investment in research and development for the advancement of non-lethal weapons. However, factors such as opposition from human rights activists, strict gun laws and civilian safety regulations, an increasing number of incidents resulting in adverse effects due to the use of weapons Non-lethal weapons limit the growth of the market for non-lethal weapons.
Impact of COVID-19:
The weapons sector will grasp new ideal models—digitalized, decentralized, decarbonized, roundabout, and therapeutic—in the fallout of coronavirus. Presently, interruptions in material supply and coordination and work portability are significantly affecting the development fragment. As the segment refocuses, there will be more up to date and more extensive applications for automation and digitalization innovations.
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The industry as a whole is dominated by the law enforcement segment, mainly because law enforcement is deployed to combat riot, and military personnel are only deployed when the riot situation occurs.
Geographical segmentation:
Based on geography, the Global Non-Lethal Weapons Market is divided into regions of Asia Pacific, Latin America, North America, Europe, the Middle East and Africa. Among these regions, North America is estimated to have the largest share during the foreseen period. The US Department of Defense (DOD) focus on developing less lethal weapons such as the PHASR rifle in recent years has led to increased market demand in this area.
Key market players:
The major end users of the non-lethal weapons market include law enforcement sector, followed by military. Some of the key players include Taser International Manufacturing Company (US), Combined Systems Inc. (US), and The Safariland Group (US), among others.
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2020.11.22 23:53 snickeringhaystack Night of the Lockdown (Part Four)

PART ONE
PART TWO
PART THREE
PART FOUR: FREYA
Agent Kwai-Su had tracked down two dozen of the foreigners who had flown in on the three international flights that night. To no avail. Not one of them was his therianthrope – the one who’d killed eight officers at the southeast checkpoint. Half of them were trying to fly back to their home country, fleeing the nationwide crisis. The other half, like Rebecca Palmer, were teachers, accounted for, staying put, and obeying local law. There were little to no leads – and Kwai-Su had already been chewed out five times by Minister Tamen over the phone. He feared he’d be lucky to still by an agent for the Ministry of Public Security at all when this was over.
Finally, there was one foreign visitor who had caught their attention: A Miss Freya Nilsson, PhD. An apparent expert in children’s psychology, she had been hired to help those traumatized by the scourge of therianthropy in their country. What interested Mr. Nee and Agent Kwai-Su, was that there was so little information about her own family, back in her home country of Sweden. As they did some digging, with the help of the Embassy of Sweden, she was identified as an orphan, with no contact to her biological mother or father. On the surface, being an orphan meant nothing. But for Kwai-Su and Nee, it was a possible clue to something far more sinister.
Her office was on the top floor of a fifteen-storey business tower in the downtown area. Beyond the elevator lobby, the space was welcoming but sterile, colourful yet muted. In the waiting room were a stiff row of jungle-patterned chairs, a single table covered with an assortment of out-of-date magazines, and a minute children’s play area, nestled in the far corner. The reception room was empty when they arrived; they had called ahead to make an appointment as her hours of labour varied from day to day. And patient confidentiality must be respected, especially with regard to children. Or so Dr. Freya Nilsson had insisted.
The stout, middle-aged receptionist sitting behind a plexiglass shield announced their arrival via intercom. The answer to let them through came instantly.
The first thing Kwai-Su noticed was the shoulder sling, cradling Freya Nilsson’s left arm. It was another clue but, for the time being, he let it go. She wore a white rubber glove on her right hand. She also wore a blue paper mask, which did not distract from her flattering charcoal jacket and skirt combo. Her full chestnut hair was tied back, but still remarkable in its sheen and volume. Secretly, Kwai-Su was impressed by her light-coloured eyes and slim, womanly figure. Though half her face was hidden, she had to be the most beautiful woman he’d set his eyes upon. He tried his best not to gawk, remembering his duty and seeing Mr. Nee sending darts her way with his eyes.
“Have a seat, please,” she said in a low, honeyed voice, gesturing vaguely to a leather couch and velvet armchair. She spoke to them in their language. Kwai-Su had read on her CV that she spoke a total of five different languages. She floated over to the edge of her desk and perched there. Kwai-Su and Nee stood like a pair of salt and pepper shakers, five feet from the closed door.
“How long have you been in the country, Miss Nilsson?” Kwai-Su asked, knowing the answer but wanting to test the waters first.
The crinkles in the corners of Freya’s eyes betrayed the smile behind her mask. “Call me
Freya, please. I’ve been here for exactly ten days and have been practicing for eight.”
“I see,” Kwai-Su nodded. “And you received your visa to work as a child psychologist in this office, correct?”
“Yes. I work with Dr. Sun and Dr. Fei. They hired me and dealt with my visa application on this end.”
“And you counsel children currently? Is that correct?”
“Yes. Children dealing with trauma.”
“Would that include children who have survived the recent rash of violence? Specifically, from the therianthropes?”
“Yes. In fact, I exclusively treat children effected by the recent epidemic.”
“Huh,” Kwai-Su remarked, feigning surprise. “I was not aware of that. Tell me more.”
“Well, that’s why I have a visa to work her,” she giggled. “As you must know, Agent Kwai-Su, there is an unending amount of orphaned and traumatized children in this country. The damage to these children’s psyche, their undermined sense of security, is something that I care deeply about. Children deserve to feel safe, to have peace of mind. Hence why there’s a demand for specialists right now – even from abroad.”
Impressed, Kwai-Su absorbed this for a moment.
“Are you suggesting our republic cannot sustain itself?” hissed Mr. Nee, letting Nilsson hear his voice for the first time.
She glanced at him, coldly. Her look did not have the same fascination or disgust most had when observing Nee’s damaged face.
Kwai-Su seethed. Why would he ask a defensive question like that? he thought.
The truth was, Kwai-Su, conscious of it or not, was slightly moved by Freya’s words. Her empathy for traumatized children – her passion and drive to make them whole again. Her selflessness. It may have had more to do with the shape of her hips in that skirt than he cared to admit, but he already liked her. And her voice it – did something to him.
“Are you aware of the recent attack on a checkpoint near the international airport?” he then asked, trying to move past Nee’s idiocy. “The southeast checkpoint off of the Shin-Tong Expressway?”
“Yes,” said Freya. “Very unfortunate. Very troubling.”
“You are aware that it occurred the same night that you arrived? In fact, not long after your plane had landed?”
A dark cloud passed over Freya’s face. There was something there. Something she wanted to say. But she had thought better of it.
“I am…aware of that now,” she said, innocently. That wasn’t what she had wanted to say, thought Kwai-Su.
“Have you been tested for the virus?” he asked. “For therianthropy.”
She nodded rapidly – repeatedly, like a bauble-head. “Yes. Every child and patient who comes through here has their temperature taken. I have mine taken every time I come in and every five hours if I stay that long.”
“No other precautions, besides that? No protective glass? No weapons?”
Freya shook her head. “We practice physical distancing and have various escape routes installed throughout the building. But no firearms. No weapons or means of lethal force of any kind. I insist upon it.”
Agent Kwai-Su turned his head, trying to hide a smirk he knew was visible, even from behind his faceguard. He didn’t want to ask the next two questions.
“When did you last have your temperature taken?”
“An hour and a half ago. It was 35 degrees. My receptionist outside can vouch for that, if you like.”
“That won’t be necessary. Ms. Nilsson-”
“Please, Agent Kwai-Su,” she interrupted. “Call me Freya. If that’s a too familiar for you, then my proper title is Dr.”
“Dr. Nilsson,” said Kwai-Su with emphasis, following a short beat. “I would like to subject you to the Hongmo Truat Sop test, which will examine your irises for any unnatural colours that may indicate infection.”
The crinkles in the corners of her eyes reappeared. “Of course.” She then pivoted from the desk, tacitly offering it to Kwai-Su. Kwai-Su advanced into the room, laying his case down on the top of her desk.
Within two minutes of staring through the lens, it was clear that she was not their therianthrope. No colours in her irises that didn’t belong to a human eye. No inhuman movement of the pupil. Kwai-Su then heard the creaking encroachment of footsteps behind him. He looked over his shoulder, finding Mr. Nee approaching with palpable intent. Making a show of it, Nee unbuttoned the strap on his holster then unsheathed his Glock, pointing it directly at Freya.
“I’ll just kill you and take your perforated corpse to the Minister of Public Security,” he rasped. His voice like glass shards underfoot. “Even if you are not our monster, I’ll just kill you and collect the bounty. It’ll be my word and my partner’s word against one dead Swede.”
Kwai-Su’s flesh prickled, his blood boiling. How dare this man act in such a way on behalf of the Office of Public Security? On behalf of the republic? But then, he saw a flash of something in the lens. In Freya’s iris. Something that – no, it was just his imagination. Whatever it was, it was too brief, no longer there.
Freya, her iris still examinable in the lens, met eyes with Mr. Nee, evidently unmoved by his flourishing of a pistol. “I’m sure you don’t really mean that,” she said in a staid voice.
Kwai-Su sighed, his shoulders slumping with relief and utter exhaustion.
“She’s clear,” he said. “Put that gun away, Nee; she’s not our monster.”
Mr. Nee kept it trained on her for a beat, the two of them locking eyes, before retiring the pistol.
“Sorry to have bothered you, Dr. Nilsson,” muttered Kwai-Su, unhooking the contraption from her head.
“Not at all,” she said, her voice empty.
While Kwai-Su disassembled the Hongmo Truat Sop device, and placed it back into his case, Freya instructed the two men to take a back exit from her office. She insisted they not leave the way they had come in. “I have a patient coming in the next fifteen minutes. He and his mother may have already arrived and are waiting in the reception area. I would appreciate the two of you respecting their privacy.”
“Not all, Dr. Nilsson,” said Kwai-Su solemnly, his hopes of any future in the government dashed. “Please inform us of anything you may think of pertaining to the evening in question.”
Without another word, Kwai-Su and Nee filed out of her office through the back door.
As soon as they reached the stairwell, Nee dove down the steps, flying past each flight like a fugitive being chased in a movie.
“Mr. Nee?” Kwai-Su called after him, trying vainly to keep up. “Mr. Nee! What are you doing?”
“There might be time,” he answered, still racing down the steps.
“Time for what?” Kwai-Su called, his heavy hazmat suit, briefcase, and Kevlar vest slowing his journey, making him waddle. Making him sweat.
Having reached the ground floor, Nee flew out the back exit, then circled the building with haste. Kwai-Su surmised he was headed for the front entrance.
“What is your hurry?” Kwai-Su wheezed.
“She said her patient arrives in fifteen minutes.”
“What?”
“Fifteen minutes. A boy with his mother. That’s what she said.”
They stopped beside the glass vestibule, both of them out of breath. Kwai-Su especially.
“What was this about a boy? His mother?” asked Kwai-Su, gulping oxygen.
“She said her next patient comes in fifteen minutes. A boy and his mother.”
“So?”
“So, they are how we expose Freya Nilsson; she’s our therianthrope.”
Kwai-Su rolled his eyes.
“Were you not up there, just now?” he snapped. “Her temperature was reported at 35 degrees. We put the Hongmo Truat Sop test to her. Nothing out of the ordinary. She’s clear.”
“I told you that test is fallible. I know she’s the one.”
“How? What possible evidence do you have for that?”
“She didn’t get scared when I pointed the gun at her. When I said I was going to kill her even if she wasn’t infected.”
“Yeah, and her irises didn’t change colour either, imbecile. Nor did her pupils show any unnatural dilation. She’s not infected.”
“Don’t you get it?”
“What?”
“Her irises didn’t change colour because she wasn’t scared. She forced herself into being composed. Into being fearless. Any other person – like that Palmer girl – would have showed fear. Would have been terrified. The fact that she wasn’t afraid, shows that she knew she had to keep calm. She has something to hide, Kwai-Su. She’s holding her hand too close to her chest.”
Kwai-Su was silent, digesting Nee’s words. Running his logic over in his head. Perhaps he was right. Any other person would have shown fear having a gun pulled on them like that. He hated to admit it but – perhaps Nee was right.
A few people passed them, strolling through the automated doors. Then, they spotted what they were looking for: a pre-teen boy and his mother, approaching from the parking lot.
“Give me your badge,” hissed Nee, the couple still a distance away.
“What?”
“Just give it to me.”
Pride swelling up inside him, Kwai-Su felt an urge to chastise Nee, to remind him who had tactical command on this mission. But, upon reflection, anticipating Minister Tamen’s wrath – especially given that they were now days beyond his deadline – he relented. This was a promising lead. The boy and woman stepped onto the curb before them.
“Madame,” said Mr. Nee, flourishing Kwai-Su’s badge at lightning speed. “We are with the Ministry of Public Security. I’m afraid there have been some outbreaks related to some of the patients in this facility.”
“Oh, dear!” exclaimed the squat, mid-50s woman, an open palm lain against her chest. Kwai-Su observed her son – the boy. He was frail and frightfully ashen, his eyes staring off as if he were sleepwalking. He looked to be only eleven or twelve.
“Not to worry,” Mr. Nee assured her, with candied sincerity. Quite the playacting on his part, thought Kwai-Su. “We are here to escort any young children to assure their safety.”
The woman then inquired if she was permitted to escort her child but Nee insisted that she return to her car. “I’m afraid physical distancing is the best way to keep both you and your child safe. Not to worry, madame; we will escort him safely to his appointment and return him to you promptly.”
“Oh, thank you so much, sir!”
“May I ask which floor is his appointment?”
“Of course. Fifteenth floor with Dr. Freya Nilsson.”
“Very good, Madame. Right this way, son.” Mr. Nee put a hand on the boy’s shoulder and led him inside. The boy went along, seemingly oblivious. Kwai-Su said nothing, taking up the rear.
Like before, they took the elevator. The ever so pale boy stood in front, Mr. Nee directly behind him. As they watched the floor display turn from 14 to 15, Nee laid his left hand on the boy’s shoulder, while his right gripped the handle of his Glock. He unholstered the weapon before the doors parted, resting the steel barrel against the boy’s shoulder blade. Kwai-Su’s skin crawled but he did not protest. He was already in too deep. Mr. Nee prodded the zombified boy forward.
They brushed past the shrill, protesting receptionist, bursting into Freya’s office.
Freya looked up from her desk, a pair of horn-rimmed spectacles resting on the bridge of her perfect nose. Her face turned as ashen as the doll-like boy they were holding captive.
“W-what?” she stammered, seeing her patient in Nee’s clutches.
“Now,” said Nee, with disgusting smarminess. “You show us your true form. Or we will kill you patient – this boy.”
As if searching for reason and decency, her eyes darted to Kwai-Su. He looked back at her blankly, as blankly as he could muster. His stomach filled with rocks.
“You wouldn’t,” she exhaled, just audible enough to carry from her desk to their ears.
Nee didn’t say a word, the metallic snap of his Glock’s slider his only response.
“No!” cried Freya, springing to her feet. In a sudden ecstasy of rage, she flipped over the massive mahogany desk, sending it sailing two feet in the air before it arched back to earth. It crashed on its head with a thunderous slam, betraying a weight too heavy for a woman Freya’s size to have lifted so easily (especially with one arm).
She took a single step forward and was then doubled over, grabbing at her abdomen as though seized with searing pain. Her face was instantly beaded with sweat – twisted into a macabre mask of agony. Kwai-Su watched what happened next, and nearly wet himself.
Her shoulders expanded in breadth, then ballooned and tore through her blouse and jacket. Kwai-Su didn’t see what happened to her shoulder sling. Her flesh bristled with brown, shaggy hair that coated her entire body in an instant. Her face rounded then peaked into a dished, ursine shape. Her once large eyes were now tiny dots that shone a sickly yellow. She grew several feet and expanded hundreds upon hundreds of pounds. There was a distinct crackling, like that of bone, as she mutated, underscored by a moan that escalated into a growl.
She stood before them, in her obscene bestial form, hunched over, trembling as if fighting to restrain herself. Kwai-Su knew that that was exactly what she was doing.
They then heard something guttural, which made Kwai-Su and the petrified receptionist next to him jump. Kwai-Su’s mind then registered the words “The boy,” in the garbled, animalistic speech. It came from the juddering creature’s maw.
“Yes?” answered Mr. Nee, having not been fazed in the least.
The otherworldly voice, belonging to therianthrope, resumed: “The boy…I will surrender if you spare him. After this is done…you must let him go back to his mother…unharmed…promise me…”
“Not until you meet our demands,” said Nee, with astonishing composure.
“Promise me…”
“Yes, fine. We’ll let him go. And your receptionist, too. But you have to do everything my partner says.”
The enormous grizzly throbbed like an open wound, a strand of drool oozing from its nether lip to the floor. “Agreed,” it snarled out, with agonized effort.
Kwai-Su did not hear Mr. Nee call his name the first time. On the second time, he snapped back to reality.
“Agent Kwai-Su,” Mr. Nee barked, trying to revive his partner. “Do the procedure so we can go.”
Gingerly, Kwai-Su tiptoed toward the velvet armed chair, his eyes on the trembling monster. Snapping his head, back and forth, from the beast to his work in rapid repetition, he laid his case on the cushion. He cracked it open, then searched inside. He first took out a small device, about the size of a fountain pen. He pressed a button on its side, causing a red light to appear at the end.
“We are now making a record of the destruction of the therianthrope,” he spoke into the mic of the device. He then inched toward the creature. “The date is February the 15th, the time is 11:36 in the AM. Please state your full name for the record.” He extended his arm, holding the device, toward the monster. The absurdity of his action, especially as seen from outside his body, did not escape him.
“Freya…Ebba…Nilsson…PhD…” groaned the creature, with audible restraint.
“Do you confirm, at this time, that you are infected with therianthropy?”
“…Yes…”
“And do you now confirm, that it was you who attacked and killed eight federal officers at the southeast checkpoint off the Shin-Tong Expressway, near the international airport, on Sunday February the 5th?”
“…Yes…”
Kwai-Su thumbed the button, the red light vanishing. “That’ll do it.”
He then returned to his case, retrieving his second and third items: a syringe and tiny bottle of venom. With precision, he punctured the bottle’s foil cap with the needle, pulling back the plunger until the syringe was sufficiently full. He skirted a few drops, flicking the needlepoint to make it ready. Then, bracing himself, he edged his way right next to the massive, quavering mutant.
Kwai-Su then leapt back, hearing the guttural voice beside him, bellow out: “Let him go. Now.”
Contemptuously, Mr. Nee scoffed. “Your receptionist can go. The boy stays until you’re dead. When it’s done, I’ll keep my word. He will go unharmed.”
The creature said nothing, the silence signalling consent.
Mr. Nee turned to the paled receptionist, chucking a thumb in the direction of the lobby. Sluggishly, the woman turned. She then ran from their sight, her cries of fear and sorrow echoing from the hallway. The ashen boy watched on unmoved, his eyes glassy and glazed over. In that moment, he reminded Kwai-Su of an eerie ventriloquist doll.
Not wanting to prologue the agony, Kwai-Su took a hold of the creature’s immense, woolly nape then buried the needle into the side of its throat. He squeezed the plunger until it was all the way down, the venom having entirely entered the creature’s blood stream. The animal groaned hoarsely, pitching forward, half-morphing back into human form. It then laid on the carpeted floor in a heap, a grotesque parody of anything natural, wholesome, or decent. Looking down at the destroyed body, Kwai-Su realized the error in what he’d done.
Misty eyed, Kwai-Su peered up toward the doorway, finding Mr. Nee. His Glock was pointed to the floor, his arms hanging by his sides. He was gazing down at the destroyed creature – lost in the vile euphoria of the moment. The ashen boy stood beside him. He had not run off, as was his pleasure. As had been negotiated with his psychologist – now deceased. What happened next, played out in surreal speed before Kwai-Su’s eyes.
Without warning, the boy dove for Mr. Nee’s gun, grabbing it from out of his hand, and aiming it at its former master. The retort of the first shot sounded, the slug ripping through Nee’s thigh. As he turned to face the boy, there thundered a second and a third shot, both of the bullets passing through his belly and out his spine. Nee collapsed to the floor like a felled redwood, dead instantly.
On instinct, Kwai-Su tore back a fabric flap from the front of his suit and drew a concealed 9mm. He raised the weapon to meet the boy’s aim on him. He heard three shots before discovering himself lying prostrate on the floor, watching the boy’s feet scamper off into the reception room and, presumably, toward the stairwell. He didn’t even notice that an artery in his neck had been opened from a grazing bullet. Nor his own hand, slick with blood, applying pressure to the wound. He didn’t realize the entirety of what had happened until he was alone. Alone with the bodies.
He could feel the blood gush out of him, his strengthen fleeting, his consciousness fading. He could smell the noisome beast, which was once that beautiful foreign woman, lying beside him. And from his supine position, he could just see the scored face of Mr. Nee, his eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling.
In his last moments before losing consciousness, Kwai-Su wondered what would happen to that boy. That pale, pale boy who had presumably survived a therianthrope attack, only to be held captive by two officers employed by the republic. The same republic that was supposed to protect him. And why had Kwai-Su gone along with Nee? To avenge those slain officers? To keep his job? To advance his career? None of it seemed justified. That boy had lived through unimaginable trauma and had now killed a man – soon to be two men – in cold blood. Nursing his last, evanescent breaths, Kwai-Su looked over at Nee’s dead, staring face, and knew, in that very instant, monsters do exist.
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2020.11.22 06:35 Cheap_Brain Long term unemployed, got a job!

So, I was long term unemployed. I’m talking 12 years.
I escaped domestic violence last year, he was a large part of why I was unemployed. Every time I looked serious about getting work, sending off applications etc. He’d threaten to commit suicide or similar. It was a baaaad situation.
After getting myself healthy emotionally, I asked some friends for some help with my resume. Turned out, a lot of the emotional abuse had rubbed off on my resume. To the point where I looked like I had no life experience whatsoever. Not surprised that I got no interviews. Now my resume reflects all the volunteer stuff I did and really shows my skills. Took a few months of edits and re-edits. But first job I sent it off to with the new approach, landed me an interview.
I also rang to ch could the hiring person had received it. They didn’t, internal emails etc. did an impromptu interview on the phone. Which got me the official interview.
I got offered a job in September, took a little while for me to get all my vaccines etc done (health care) but I’ve been working for a few weeks now and absolutely LOVE MY JOB!!!
I’m a casual, but that’s ok. I’ll work towards trying to get permanent hours soon. I did volunteer work and un-paid stuff over those years, also got a degree, but I’m just so excited about my job. Thought that you’d all understand.
Edited to add some more details.
Second Edit: A few people are confused about how I could survive without a job. I qualified for a disability support pension in my country (Australia) due to a car accident ten years ago. I was a wheelchair user, but have since been able to get back to walking without any aides.
After bills each week I would have between $75-100 to buy food and fuel. Each trip to University was about an 80-90klm round trip. To be able to afford rent or a house, that’s how far away we had to live. So fuel cost $1.30/L most of that time our fuel requirements took most of that money. We took advantage of a local low cost food option where for $5 you got a heap of past best before date but still edible food.
In Aus we don’t have to have health insurance, healthcare is free or else quite cheap, so long as you’re happy to wait.
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2020.11.21 16:54 authordm Stranger than Fiction IV: What Even Are Cults

I have been taking you through quite the tour in this series, starting with Taiping Rebellion’s lessons for Villains, the Real Secret Societies, and the Anti-Capital Nature of Magic. I am enjoying these quite a lot because I am learning some new things and I do not have to meticulously cite my sources, which is great since most of this has been stuff I know and am pretty familiar with and I don’t care to remember where I heard it from. But, I’ve been leaning on my prior knowledge, mostly.
This one is a bit different. I have put some time and effort into researching this one because two of the three stories I will tell were somewhat unfamiliar to me. The whole field of sociology and religious studies is one I have only shaken hands with occasionally. In fact, the idea of researching ‘Cults’ is incredibly fraught in academia because of the negative connotations of the word, the massive scope of what is or is not a cult, the tendency to get really political and moralizing in researching them, and, in some cases, the very real danger that by researching a dangerous organization you become one of their targets. So, while I assure you that I have done some work and tried to come to some reasonable arguments, the conclusions I make are only for your D&D game. Do not assume that this is in any way indicative of the various fields of study that work on these groups.
So let’s talk about real cults. I bet there isn’t a DM out there who hasn’t used cults in their games at some point, because they are such a staple of the genre. My goal is to identify some characteristics of real cults so that we can add them to the ones in our games and provide some depth and character to them. Real cults have an undeniable power over people, and there are reasons for it that I think are lost in the fantasy genre.
I identify five characteristics of cults and then will go through three examples to show these characteristics in action in history. The five characteristics are: a godlike leader, flexible beliefs, reinvention of the self, isolation of believers, and elite membership. The three stories I will tell are three wildly different manifestations of cults: Heaven’s Gate, Aleph, and the personality cult of Mao Zedong. There is a lot of space to cover, and a lot of repetition in showing how each story exhibits each of the five characteristics.
This is a long one, I am pushing the word limit. So, I give you permission to skip the whole body and get to the conclusion; that will, in what is a long enough post by itself, summarize how to build a cult and some questions to think about when doing so for your D&D game. There's also a TL:DR right below if you're really in a hurry. No judgment at all, this is a long one.
TL:DR; five characteristics of cults are godlike leader, flexible beliefs, reinvention of the believer, isolation, and elite membership. That’s a useful framework to build reasons why cults can recruit people in your world. Specific lessons from the stories are that people crave the feeling of a chosen community, will defend it by resorting to extremism when that community is threatened, and tend to trust their leader entirely when it comes to deciding what it means to build and defend their community.

Heaven’s Gate

39 people, including the founder and leader, of the Heaven’s Gate cult died in a mass suicide in 1997. For those of you that are old like me, you may remember looking up to the skies in 1997 to see the stunning sight of the Hale-Bopp comet. Those in Heaven’s Gate believed that there was an alien ship hiding in the comet’s tail, and that it was going to take them away from their mortal coil and transport their consciousness to a greater plane of understanding and evolution. They committed ritual suicide to beam themselves up.
This is a good starting point for our stories about cults because it is really about the cultists, their leader, and their beliefs. They didn’t commit any massive acts of violence, except against themselves, which makes it easier to pry at what drove them to believe something that seems so nonsensical on its face. It shows how a few simple characteristics can create such a strong bond between people and their faith, regardless of any setbacks that seem like it should have shaken them out of this state.
God-like Leader - Marshall Applewhite and Bonnie Nettles were the founders and leaders of Heaven’s Gate. They mixed sci-fi, the bible, and the occult into this belief that the Christian God was real, and he was an alien, which directly led to the creation of the History Channel (this claim is disputed). In all seriousness, Ancient Aliens might not have been their invention, but they took it to a religious level and spread the word as prophets, people destined to tell the fate of the world as foretold in The Book of Revelations, but with their alien spin. Both Applewhite and Nettles even later claimed that they were gods; they argued that Jesus and God were incorporeal aliens that could take over bodies, and that Applewhite was the same alien spirit that had once taken Jesus for a ride, and Nettles was the spirit of God. So the leadership of Heaven’s Gate quite literally made themselves out to be Gods.
Flexible Beliefs - Nettles and Applewhite had been running this thing since the early 70s and had led their cult around the US. They begged on streets, avoided anybody who might recognize them, and focused on reaching a higher evolutionary level on their own. They were a vaguely public group, a wandering community of believers that preached around the country. They picked up some ex-hippie, truth-seeker believers as you imagine with 1970s cults, but they also recruited scientists and even a serious major party candidate for the Colorado State House.
Nettles died of cancer in 1985. I bring this up, because it radically altered the group’s trajectory. She was supposed to be divine, how could she die before her time? Rather than fracturing the group, they changed their beliefs to one where bodies were vehicles. While they claimed to be alien spirits in human bodies, they believed up until Nettles’ death that they would be taken corporeally by alien spacecraft to their immortality and evolution. After her death, they changed their beliefs to focus on the spirit being taken rather than the body. When confronted with challenges to their doctrine, the beliefs changed.
Reinvention of the Self - Heaven’s Gate asked its membership to completely change themselves in order to attain the evolutionary level above human. There were two levels of this; first, in their life on earth they had to rid themselves of all the pitiful human traits they could, such as gender, personality, possessions, and more. Second, when the time came they would literally be taken by aliens to ascend to the next level. Cults offer both a promise and an action, in this way. There is a reward at the end, a great achievement that will change the individual and even mankind, but to deserve it they needed to reinvent themselves in the here and now.
Isolation of Believers - Like many cults, Heaven’s Gate asked its believers to leave everything behind to follow the leaders. In their early years, they were nomadic as people gave away everything to follow them around the US. After 1985, they began to become even more reclusive, primarily contacting the outside world through their website (which is still active and maintained by two, anonymous, remaining members). About a year before the mass suicide, they began renting a compound for everyone to live in, shut out from the outside world.
Elite Membership - Here is, I think, where Heaven’s Gate really stands out as a story, because while all the cults we’re looking at exhibit this characteristic, Heaven’s Gate personifies it best. Membership in Heaven’s Gate was not easy; not only did one have to give up everything and lead an ascetic life, they really had to prove themselves as a cut above normal people. Not everyone was ready for the evolutionary level above human, so the entire life of membership was a test that people were expected to fail. To gain and maintain membership in Heaven’s Gate meant that you were special and different, more advanced than most humans. And as the noted reinvention of the self, the cult promised that this cream of the crop would be rewarded by ascending to a higher level of consciousness in which all would finally be revealed. Heaven’s Gate attracted smart, capable people because it told them sure you’re smart and capable, but that’s just the start.
People like feeling not just smart, but like they are holders of secret knowledge. There’s something about knowing the world’s secrets better than the common man that is enticing and seductive. A cult plays into this by giving that feeling to them; more importantly, it makes them work for it. A religion puts its beliefs up front (generally) for people to see, but a cult gates that knowledge off and releases it slowly to believers to make them feel special, different, chosen.
This is the lesson I want to draw from for our D&D, that cult membership isn’t entirely illogical. I mean, it is, but it works by preying on some common psychological exploits. Faceless, fanatical cultists are faceless by choice, not because you need a villainous mob. They gave up their faces and individuality in service of a greater power because it knows they are special, because it gives them secret knowledge, and because they are an elite and chosen group who has worked for and deserves the rewards that will come in the promised end. That’s something to remember when making a cult in your game.

Aleph

Better known as Aum Shinrikyo or just Aum (Aleph is how they’ve rebranded), this group was responsible for the 1995 Tokyo sarin gas attack that killed 13 and injured thousands more. This was only their highest profile attack, as there were a few other sarin uses before 1995 and the 1989 assassination of a lawyer, and his family, who was involved in a case against Aum.
With this story, I want to get at what made them violent like this and understand how a yoga study group became terrorists. I will go through a lot of their history and doctrine only on the surface because I want to focus on what pushes cults to go extreme. Also, what they believe in is really hard to pin down, and I don’t really want piles of Aum sites in my browser history lest I end up on some watch list.
God-like Leader - Shoko Ashara (not his given name) started preaching in the early 1980s; by the 90s, he was a popular guru lecturing and publishing books about spirituality. On the one hand, he claimed that his teachings were meant to identify and preach to a more pure, original form of Buddhism by referring back to Buddha’s secret teachings; on the other, he also incorporated ideas from Christianity by claiming that he alone could take on the sins of the world to redeem people. He even claimed to be Christ in 1992 (this is a common theme in my series, it seems).
What is important here is that the cult centered on the reverence of this one guy because of his special, spiritual qualities. Whatever he was, belief in and service to him was portrayed as the only path to spiritual enlightenment. In fact, the point of the cult was to convert people into clones of Ashara, sometimes even using specially made brainwave devices to transmit Ashara’s thoughts and personhood into other people. He also sold his bathwater, so really a trendmaker in that sense. He was executed in2018 for his role in the 1995 sarin attack.
Flexible Beliefs - Again, I am having difficulty pinning down their beliefs, but I think that is the point I want to make. Throughout its history, Aleph has predicted various kinds of doomsdays; the passing of one for-sure date of the end of the world just meant that they recalculated to find the next date. The execution of the leader hasn’t quite killed off the cult. Like with Heaven’s Gate, while there is a sort of core belief, the real power of the group is in the rituals and foundation of a community, and the beliefs will change whenever necessary if they are ever challenged by the interruptions of reality.
Reinvention of the Self - Aleph members, like Heaven’s Gate, are told to give all of their belongings to the cult and give up their lives to join. As noted, one of the goals of the cult is to literally clone the leader by making all the cult members into versions of him, whether through indoctrination, brainwashing, or the brainwave devices. Once again there are also two layers to this; by giving up all the things that made them individuals and taking on the persona of Ashara, they are advancing to a new level of consciousness. Ashara draws from Buddhism here in that the goal of consciousness is to realized the truths of the world. Ashara argued that he knew them, so by becoming Ashara, they can make steps towards attaining this perfect nirvana where they have become enlightened beings outside of the bounds of the mundane world, outside of the physical universe.
Elite Membership - Changing up the layout here to leave the most important for the end, but this is a crucial component of the story. Taking on this new self and stepping outside the bounds of the mundane world had a purpose; it was how they were going to save the world. Or at least live through the end of it. Ashara argued that the world was going to end, probably in a nuclear winter caused by the third world war. Only through their belief in Ashara could believers be saved, and with enough believers, the fate of the world could be reversed.
I’ll take a quick detour here to explain that, as best as I can. Karma is a familiar enough concept, but we generally get it wrong. I’ll relate a personal experience. In my philosophy course we were learning about karma, and the basics are that if you do bad deeds, you’ll eventually have to pay off that karmic debt by having bad done to you. I asked my philosophy teacher who was explaining this, “what about some kid in the back seat of a car hit by a drunk driver, what did they do?” The answer was, “well, to a Buddhist, probably something awful in a previous life, as did the drivers of both cars, the families impacted, and everyone hurt by that event.” Karma is not direct, it’s a universal system of waves that we are creating, reverberating throughout infinite time and reincarnations. Everyone is connected, every event is just the waves of karma shifting our fate and balancing the karmic debt from thousands of lifetimes of ripples.
That might help explain what Aleph and its believers thought, because they seemed to think that their devoted group could change the world through the power of their karma. By following their leader, living lives of good karma, and serving this one shining light that promised to fix the infinite pattern controlling all fate, they could suck away all the bad in the world and prevent these karmic waves from destroying everything. I’m going on hunches here, but that’s the connection I see.
So people in Aleph were an elite group of the best of mankind united in a mission to save the world from itself. Not just that, but Aleph specifically targeted certain people for recruitment, offering university graduates and high skill people a relief from their workaday lives and a belief in something bigger. For a 90s, cutthroat capitalist, 60+ hour workweek Japan, the idea that they could do something really meaningful with their lives and transcend the mundane was attractive. Shit, I barely do 40 in a job that isn’t that bad and I can feel it.
Isolation of Believers - I saved this for last because this is where it gets violent. One of the ways that cults overcome the doubts when beliefs are reinvented, one of the ways that it makes people believe they are elite and unique, is by isolating its members from outside influences. They get put into a bubble where only the desired behaviors are reinforced by new secret knowledge and access to the leader, and any contradictory information is screened out. Heaven’s Gate did it, Aleph did it, and so, as we will cover, did Mao.
But in the case of Aleph, their isolation was not just from the rest of the world around them, their isolation was viewed as a fortress to protect them. Going back to the karma, these people saw themselves as the last hope for mankind, the calm center of the storm trying to spread that calmness against the encroaching waves. Part of what made them a cohesive community and made them commit was because they thought the world would push back on them. They had to fight against bad karma. And remember, karma is not individual, it is a universal pattern that links every person together, not a direct action/reaction dyad. The people that resisted Aleph did so as part of this universal system of bad karma shaking the pattern. Aleph’s little pocket of good was under attack by the system, almost like Agents taking over individuals in the Matrix. And Aleph was under attack. They were sued for fraud and kidnapping by parents whose kids joined the cult and faced numerous legal battles about all sorts of other, very legitimate, complaints of illegality.
So how does a yoga, self-help group become terrorists with biological weapons? Because they saw themselves as an isolated bastion trying to save the system from itself, they viewed their attackers not as people but as expressions of that system, and because the fate of the universe hung on them and them alone. It might have seemed like just some lawsuits to outsiders and the resulting attacks as absolutely inordinate retaliation, but on the inside this was a defensive war for the future of the world.
So there’s the D&D lesson from Aleph; to protect their community and their ideals and their mission, a cult can very quickly become violent, extremely so. But they won’t see this as retribution and violence, but as a necessary evil taken only in defense against those already attacking the group. Even the end of the world, as cults are prone to seek in D&D, might be justified to believers as a defense against something worse.

Mao Zedong

When you think of the Cult of Mao, you probably see images of the posters from the Cultural Revolution. You think of the million teenagers cramming into Tiananmen Square, all waving their little red books, just losing their shit at seeing Mao as if he were one of the Beatles in their first American tour. This is definitely the biggest incarnation of a cult that we’ll look at, but Mao started small and the Cultural Revolution was as much an attempt to recapture the magic of his first cult as it was a totally new expression of his cult.
Mao is an interesting case of a cult leader because he is the only one without any trappings of a deity, and yet he is probably the most deified of them all. He shows that when you add charisma and mythical heroism to the cult leader, the cult can feel like a special and embattled minority even when it is the clear, dominant, and oppressive majority.
Flexible Beliefs - I’ll cover Mao, the person, last. I don’t want to get into the arcana of dialectical materialism here to show how Maoism changed, but rather I’ll focus on people as a stand-in for flexible beliefs. Because one of the big hallmarks of Maoism, as it played out in China, was how replaceable every believer was, and how once deposed their entire history of support for Mao and Maoism became a sham. I’ll give a quick biography to demonstrate the point.
Peng Dehuai was one of Mao’s closest associates from the very beginning in 1927 and a superb military mind. While Mao wrote about guerilla warfare and led politics, Peng led the troops in doing it. Peng supported Mao when he was just an upstart in the Communist Party, he supported Mao when he eventually became leader, and he supported Mao in the Korean War after taking over China, he was there every step of the way without question. But in 1959, he wrote a letter arguing that Mao had gone a little overboard with this whole Great Leap Forward thing and that it looked like the movement (which led to a massive, unquantifiably deadly famine) might have had some adverse consequences. The entire party turned against him, his entire history was purged, and he was routinely publicly humiliated during the Cultural Revolution and accused of being a deep-capitalist plant the entire time.
Peng is not an isolated incident. Mao’s second in command, Liu Shaoqi, suffered similarly and he was killed during the Cultural Revolution for being a traitor and spy despite having given his life to the Communist Party and 20 years to Mao. Lin Biao, who took over behind both Peng and Liu as head of the military and Mao’s #2, went harder on the Mao cool-aid than anyone, but in a mysterious set of circumstances his plane crashed while he was fleeing the country and everything he’d ever done was portrayed as a great deception and betrayal of Mao.
Reinvention of the Self - Mao got his start as a cult leader in Yan’an during the Rectification Movement. The Party, he argued, suffered from a lack of unity; everybody had their own readings of Marxism and therefore the group lacked cohesion. Rectification was an intense movement of reeducation where everybody grouped up into small groups, read the works of Mao and other approved texts, commented, and then criticized themselves and their own failings in front of this group. Failure to be sufficiently sincere in your self-criticism meant you had to do it again. And again. And again. At the end of this, people had been reinvented into a cohesive force, a group capable of saving China.
This first movement was something almost mythical. The people that went through it went on to rule China for 40 years (Deng Xiaoping was the last living leader from Yan’an). But Mao decided that the first 20 years had made that group soft, so he got the Cultural Revolution off to replace them with a new group. And that blueprint, of groups forming to study, to criticize, and to reenact the wars of the revolution by fighting now against the entrenched state bureaucracy, was a quite deliberate attempt to recreate Yan’an on a national scale.
In both cases, the reinvention of the self was a proxy for the reinvention, the revolution, of China. When the students of Yan’an were rectifying themselves to create Party unity, they imagined it as the prerequisite to finally saving the country from the imperialism of Japan and beyond. When the students of the Cultural Revolution memorized the little red book together in the office buildings of bureaucrats they had overthrown, they saw themselves as the only hope for global communism against the traitorous capitalist-roaders in China and in the USSR.
Isolation of Believers - Mao managed this by effectively taking over the country. Whereas many cults have to really work to get their people away from outside influences, when you can shut off the whole country to foreigners and you can totally control the media to say whatever you need it to say, isolation is pretty easy.
But there’s an extra step here. They still need to isolate within that isolation to feel unique and special, as I’ll cover later. In Yan’an, they managed it by being out in the boonies. Yan’an, though it is the heart of ancient China, is a backwaters in modern times. The mountainous terrain and muddy roads make it nearly inaccessible. Out here, away from Japan’s attacks, away from the Nationalist government in the South, the beleaguered Communist Party found a home having run away from all that. And more people came, similarly undergoing their own trials to arrive at this heart of resistance.
During the Cultural Revolution, the young Red Guards tried to recreate this by going on tours around the country to revisit these spaces, but more significantly, their isolation was psychological. Universally, they created their own groups and attacked the rest of society; anybody old was suspect, including teachers, government officials, and often their parents. They isolated themselves in the belief that the old revolution had failed, long live the next revolution.
Elite Membership - Everything about the Communist Party is an elite organization. Even though Mao warned them that they should keep close to the masses, the Communist Party recruits only a percentage of the population, picked based on merit (or connections) to become part of the ruling group. Each level is another layer of prestige, all the way to the top. But it takes a lot work to be there. During Yan’an, it meant undergoing rectification, and the same process continued throughout Mao’s tenure. During the Cultural Revolution, Red Guard groups popped up styling themselves as the true believers, sometimes even fighting each other over who was the most correct and closest to Mao.
More importantly, in every case, these people believed that China was unique and elite in the world. Even when their goal was fighting against other Chinese, both in the revolution and in the Cultural Revolution, they felt like they were saving China and indeed the world. They were the forefront, the vanguard, of revolutionary change.
God-like Leader - Mao’s biggest departure from the cults we looked at earlier is that he made all of this happen to a population of a billion, not the forty of Heaven’s Gate or even the (alleged) tens of thousands once in Aleph. A billion. The most populous country in the world. And yet all the tactics that seemed to serve a small, dedicated group like a religious cult worked here. In a country they controlled, they still felt isolated. In an elite group of specially picked members, they still felt special and unique. In a place that had already been reinvented as a Communist nation once, they still had to do it again. And in a land of a billion, nobody was able to point out the absurdities in how beliefs changed so wildly.
A main reason for that is Mao himself. I said that the Cult of Mao kinda got its start in Yan’an, but that’s not quite true. By the time he reached Yan’an, he was already a sort of mythic figure. He’d escaped the white terror of 1927 (when the Nationalists hunted down all Communist Party members they could find in a sudden betrayal of their alliance), and in fact had totally called that it would happen years before. He built up a rebellion in the mountains, redistributed land, created a Communist state, before the Nationalists were able to bring a war to him. And he got away, walking with his handful of followers over 10,000 kilometers, crossing bridges under fire, constantly pursued, until finally reaching safety in Yan’an. He was the hero of this battle-scarred group and the nucleus of China’s revolution. His survival was a thing of legends, and it was all because he knew the path before he walked it, had been right at every turn.
This is, again, describing him in 1942. Not 1966 when the posters of him being the glorious sun shedding the light of revolution on his adoring followers sprung up, well after he had colossally screwed up as a leader multiple times in the intervening years.
The cult leader has a lot of power over his people, in every case they are portrayed as not just god-like, but infallible and essential. Mao really embodied this. His every word was the truth, and his existence was the prerequisite for the success of the revolution, for the salvation of China. That’s why people could be so subservient, why they could kill themselves in a mass suicide at Applewhite’s command, or commit atrocities for Ashara, or denounce their parents and kill their teachers at Mao’s whims. God-like, in a cult, means that they must be followed and they must be revered because they are the keys to the belief structure and the final goals of the community. So when Mao’s followers attacked their elders, they saw themselves as the embattled few saving the world when they were, in fact, already in total control. They believed Mao when he told them otherwise, regardless of the evidence in front of their eyes.
So there’s our lesson from Mao for D&D, and I think this is why cults are so common in our settings; it is so easy to single out such a important, powerful, and chaotic leader. The nature of a cult, the way it is formed, necessitates that the leader is infallible and essential, that they must be followed to the ends of the earth. That is a very easy person to make a villain.

Conclusion

Whew, this has been a journey. Thanks for making it through it all. And if you skipped it, no judgment, that is a lot of words to provide a historical context for a few points I want to make about a game we all play for fun.
So I think our five characteristics are a useful way to start understanding cults. Historically speaking, they are present in our examples, and they are pretty key components of what makes a cult a cult as opposed to a religion or political party or canasta club. So I’ll repeat them here, summarize some basic lessons, and prompt a few questions to help you build a compelling and terrifyingly realistic cult.
God-like Leader - the leader of a cult is often a prophet or even portrayed as a manifestation of a god, quite literally being god-like. But even without the religious dimension, they are god-like in that they are infallible and essential. They might totally contradict themselves, they might be a prophet one day and an avatar the next, they might suffer all sorts of set backs, but to be god-like, they have to show that it was all part of their vision. They couldn’t reveal the truth until they were ready. They allowed misfortune to test their followers. They are never wrong and are the key piece to reaching the goals of the organization.
Some questions; do they do this cynically, fully aware of what they are doing and manipulating it, or do they believe in it themselves? What myth or legend has made their charisma? In the world of D&D, what powers towards deification can they actually gain or use for the purpose? How much does the cult serve only the leader, and if a lot how is this justified?
Flexible Beliefs - There is usually some core at the center of a cult, a basic secret about the reality of the world and humanity’s place in it, but everything around it can change, and cultists won’t see the dissidence. To put it simply, for a doomsday cult, doomsday can always be tomorrow even though each successive day proves them wrong. The most important thing is that the purpose of the cult is served.
Some questions; what is the core, unchangeable belief at the center of the cult? What actions can they take to get there? Why is it persuasive, what does it offer them? How can it adapt whenever proven wrong? What is the leader's role in redefining the cult's beliefs? Can it survive without the leader?
Reinvention of the Self - every cult asks its people to reinvent themselves. This is such a powerful tool, it’s used almost everywhere, from the military to business retreats. Because when you reinvent yourself alongside others who are going through the same process, you become a particularly tight-knit community. But what separates cults from common uses is that that transformation has to be powered by a belief that it is happening for a reason and that they are becoming a more advanced type of person for having gone through it.
Some questions; what are the rituals they use to reinvent themselves? What are they trying to attain? How do senior members initiate the new ones? Are there additional levels of reinvention beyond the first? What does a reinvented cultist look like or act like? Should they literally gain some powers?
Isolation of Believers - for all of this to work, especially the flexible beliefs and the reinvention of the self, people have to be isolated from the rest of the world. They might literally sequester themselves away, but for a villainous group, they instead take extreme measures to keep the world away even as they live and act within it.
Some questions; how does the cult keep information from outside from getting in? What are the punishments for letting information in? How do they interact with the world when they must be out in it? How does the cult isolate people from their friends and family?
Elite Membership - Cults don’t just gather the gullible, they appeal to even particularly smart and capable people because they appear to be a special group that not everyone can be part of. There are always requirements to join that not everyone can meet, and this makes the cultist feel like they are part of an elite group. That feeling reinforces all the rest of the characteristics. But that feeling of being different is complementary to the feeling that they will get elite rewards for their sacrifice. They are elite because they will be the first (or only) to gain something once the cult’s objectives are attained.
Some questions; why do cultists see themselves as unique and special when they are part of this organization? What prerequisites are there to membership? What do they have to do to prove that they deserve membership? How are various levels distinguished from each other within the cult? What do they gain, what secret knowledge is dispensed with membership, what boon is granted?
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2020.11.21 15:11 Joker_ERP [M4A] (A playing as F) Massive list of RP prompts (Rule 34, fandoms, Games, OC, Incest Ect.)

Hey there! Today I’ve got a massive list of rp ideas and have written out some starters along with some ideas to how I see the rp going. I’m open to change and ready to do other ideas too. So if you feel like you’ve got an idea I might be interested in feel free to talk to me about those: ).
As for my replies. I write in first person mainly and my reply length varies. I generally do anything from a few sentences to a paragraph or more and generally require my partner to do the same. Fair warning the less detail you reply with the less interested I’ll be in rping with you. (Not looking for a few words as a response)
I enjoy having a story to go along with the smut so it’s not just constant sex, some cute or action driven moments are fun as well. – Hand holding and cute dates are pleasant! I mainly do my rps on kik, discord or here. I also have an RP facebook account, so feel free to ask for my users for those! : )
My kinks and limits list might be a big read, but none are compulsory. I’m just here to have fun and hopefully meet some cool rp partners : )
Kinks: Harems (Doesn’t mean having to play all characters at once, just one by one is fine!), Incest, Outercourse (Which is stuff like titjobs, thigh jobs, grinding, hot dogging) Risky public spaces (Toilet stalls, changing booths. That kinda thing where people could get caught.) Facials, Freckles (Face and body). Big/nicely shaped bums (Especially if they jiggle). Creampies, Cum on tits/body, big cumshots, Thigh high socks. showewater sex (pools, shower, hot tubs ect.) Mutual desire for sex.
Limits: Pregnancy (Hard limit sorry), Vomit, Piss, Blood, Toilet stuff, Rape, Gangbangs (Unless it’s multiple females) Male on Male, futas, rimming/pegging.
There might be more that I’m forgetting so if you’re unsure feel free to ask me! The rougher side of sex like Name calling, slapping choking spanking I can all do as well! : ) Without further ado let’s jump into the starters!
Disclaimer: I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+
Here's the basic list of ideas if you wanted to look them over before reading the full posts. I’m also open to some ideas that I may have missed! And please note: I’m looking for FEMALE characters only!
Rule 34/Fandom/Game Ideas: Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia. Idea 2: Pokémon Idea 3: Naruto Idea 4: Bleach Idea 5: One piece. Idea 6: Sword Art Online. Idea 7: Fairy Tail. Idea 8: Avatar The Last Airbender. Idea 9: Persona (Girls from 4 and 5). Idea 10: Harry Potter. Idea 11: Final Fantasy. Idea 12: The Witcher 3.
OC Ideas: Idea 13: Fantasy harem adventure. Idea 14: Only Man of the town. Idea 15: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. Idea 16: Sci-Fi space crew.
Incest Ideas: Idea 17: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). Idea 18: Aunt/Cousin. (Can be both) Idea 19: Incest family vacation.
Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia.
(So my character will be a transfer into Class 1-A. His power is the power of persuasion. With the power he’s able to convince someone to do something as if it’s their own will. However, he’s hesitant to use it on other people and to tell everyone he even has it as he’s been outcast at his last school for the villainous nature of his quirk. As such he can’t use it to its full extent and can only issue small commands to begin with.
My idea with this is that one or more (cannon or non) of the girls decide to help him out in a private setting and overtime it gets more and more sexual in nature. And as he becomes more confident, he’s able to issue more longer-term commands. This can also be mixed in well with some story and some action to keep the plot interesting.)
Starter: It was a day which started like most others in Class 1-A. The students got ready in the dorms and headed to class to chat among themselves while they waited for Aizawa to enter. However, unlike most days there seemed to be an extra desk placed in the room. The seat caused some confusion which didn’t last long as the first bell rang and Aizawa entered the room.
“Morning everyone.” He stated in his mainly bored and sleepy tone which seemed to sound like he was stifling a yawn. “Today we’ve got a new student transferring in from another school. He’s from Shiketsu, some of you may recognize the name since it’s got the same level as prestige as U.A. but regardless make sure he feels welcome.” He said pointing a sweeping stare at everyone and finally resting on the problem child of the U.A class Bakugo.
With that he fell silent and I felt it was my cue to enter. Swallowing a little at the nerves I steeled them quickly and entered. My blue eyes sweeping over some of the familiar faces in the room. Many of the students had standout performances in the UA sports festival and as well in the news reports about the villain attack on the training camp.
I had a lot to live up to if I wanted to join these legends in training but regardless, I was determined to do just that. Breathing a little and shifting my auburn hair from my eyes I smiled the best I could. “My name is Schwarzer, Chris Schwarzer. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” I say bowing to the class.
Satisfied with the introduction Aizawa nodded to the spare seat in the room. Taking that as an order I nodded back and headed over to my seat sitting down and getting my books out. Curiously I turned to the seat next to me noticing one of the girls in the class and gave her a slight smile as Aizawa began his lesson.
Idea 2: Pokemon. (So this one is super simple. Some trainers or a trainer and his Pokémon go on a grand adventure. For this one my favourite Canon female are: Marnie, May, Hilda and May. And my favourite Anthro Pokémon are Lopunny, Arcanine, Blaiziken That’s just for reference though and you can really play whoever you like! Ocs are of course welcome too!)
Trainer x Trainer Starter:
I like many others in the world of Pokémon have just started on my journey. Although I had done so a little late. Regardless me and my starter Pokémon Aipom which was a gift from my late father. Setting off with excitement to make a name of myself.
That excitement wore off pretty quickly however as an advanced trainer stepped in my path and soon, I realized how big the gap between us was. He wiped the floor with my aipom and laughed as he took my “Prize money” Scooping up my aipom I rushed through the rest of the route and over to the next town ducking quickly into the Pokémon centre.
Looking around there was a few new trainers who seemed to have fallen to the same fate as I had and I shook my head. Guys like that were total assholes and without hesitating I headed over to the counter where the nurse took my Aipom from me. Once he was gone, I was told there was going to be a short wait due to the amount of Pokémon they had to treat. I nodded as I headed over and sat down in one of the seats.
Idea 3: Naruto. (So for this one I like the idea that my character is a nomadic mercenary hired by the leaf to help train the ninja of the village, maybe he also has some kind of hidden power that boosts his chakra but also increases his libido. Not too sure how I wanna go about this one.)
Starter: The Hokage Tsunade Senju looked over me with a curious gaze and then down to my application form. “You’re younger than I expected given everything you’ve done.” She stated honestly. “But the intelligence division did a thorough search into you and you check out.” She stated as she slammed the approved stamp down onto my paper.
“Just remember, if you do anything to endanger this village, I’ll snuff you out personally.” She said in an icy and threatening tone. Feeling a cold bead of sweat roll down the side of my face I nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t dream of it.” I say. Internally I make a mental note not to cross her in any way.
“Good.” She said putting a smile across her features. “Your first group is down on the training field waiting for you already.” She stated. “Your lodgings will be set up by the time you’re done, here’s the key.” She said tossing the key to me which I caught and stuffed into my pocket. I was a little shocked with how quick she wanted me to get to work but I nodded. “Right!” I say giving a respectful bow before heading out.
It took me a little longer than expected to actually find the training grounds as I hadn’t ever been here before. And when I got there much to her credit there were a few ninja standing around. Approaching them I gave them a sheepish smile. “Sorry I’m late guys.” I called out. “I got lost.” I added on.
Idea 4: Bleach. (So a new human soul reaper makes it into the soul society. His power isn’t captain level to begin with simply being enough to take out the average hollow. And with the resurgence of the hollow threat the Soul Society has offered to give him a substitute badge to take out those hollows deemed too small for the soul society to handle. Maybe he’s paired up with someone or someone like Orihime steps in to help him grow.)
Starter: Another boring day at school followed by a night of boring patrols. With all the big hollows being taken care of by “Full-fledged” Soul reapers it didn’t leave me with much opportunity to train against bigger enemies.
At least that’s what I thought originally. A few blocks from me there was a rift which opened up and the pure spiritual pressure that came from the hollow that stepped out of it was enough to make me feel as though gravity itself was pushing against me.
It was hard to breathe and even harder to stand as my hand clutched my blade in my left hand tightly. I shook my head as I heard the loud roar of the large breast and could even see it’s towering form from my position.
It was nothing close to a menos, but it was enough to tower over a three-story building for sure. “Shit.” I hissed to myself as I knew there were no soul reapers around at this stage. With a threat this big I was sure they’d come, but until then it was up to me to buy some time and make sure no humans or souls were consumed.
Pushing myself forward I reached the park that the Hollow had appeared in. Thankfully the park was deserted at this time of night. When he saw me the hollow. “You don’t smell like much, but you’ll do as a snack.” The hollow commented as it charged forward. “Just evade, buy time.” I comment to myself as I began to leap around the battle field looking a bit like and feeling like an idiot.
The hollow toyed with me a little while enjoying the chase before it seemed to ger bored. Just when I was thinking I was fast enough to keep avoiding it the creature’s mouth opened and its forked tongue shot out at me with faster speed than I was anticipating I raised my blade to defend myself but it was a feeble attempt and I knew it wouldn’t be enough.
Idea 5: One Piece. (So I’m not quite sure how to approach this one, but I’ll give it a go. Much like the MHA starter my character will have the power of persuasion, having eaten the Persua-Persua fruit. I’m thinking either he joins the Strawhats and goes on their adventures or he makes his own crew with girls from the story, I’m gonna leave it fairly open ended so we can jump in whenever along the story we wanna go!)
Starter: Alone in a bar I sat staring in the amber liquid in my mug. I was down on my luck after having my whole crew and my ship destroyed in a long battle another pirate crew. The only reason I was able to live through the ordeal was due to my crew sacrificing themselves to give me a chance to escape.
I spent days adrift with little food and water and soon washed up upon the island I was in. Immediately I found a tavern ready to drown my sorrows and feel sorry for myself for a little while.
Letting out a sigh I downed the rest of my drink soon looking at the few drops of liquid bottom of my mug. I knew being a pirate wouldn’t be easy, I knew it’d be violent and end in violence. However, to lose in that fashion without even being able to use my devil fruit to calm or question our opponent and losing everything still took its toll on me.
Scratching at the growing stubble with one hand, the other I raised my mug to demand another drink and as such the bartender approached to fill my mug. “You’re looking a little rough there, you sure you need another?” The bartender asked as he took the mug from me. “I don’t have anything else to do. I don’t even know what else to do with myself.” I responded grumpily. “Just fill it up.” I demanded. “Right.” The bartender responded as he filled it with more of the alcoholic amber liquid and slid It in front of me.
Idea 6: Sword Art Online. (Fairly simple it’s SAO set in the original death game. I love the idea, so I’ve always loved rping this one. If you want to play canon characters my fave is for sure Lizbeth, but I’m open to OC characters!)
Starter: It’s been months since Akihiko Kayaba has trapped us into this death game. Or at least that’s how some people looked at it. Others saw it as their dream come true. But most if not, all wanted to push forward and beat the game.
Despite the desire to push forward little progress has been made. Guilds and parties have formed to push through dungeons but with the increased danger and with it more deaths; more and more people simply decided to live out their lives on the lower floors.
Unlike those rushing in to push through the content I was happy enough to go through it at my own pace. This place was like a dream for me, save for the fact I had an increased chance of dying I was able to live in this game without the worries of the outside world.
I was doing some late-night grinding in an area of dense forest. The sun had set and there was little light save for the bright moon poking through the trees. All was calm, the trees swayed with the wind and the occasional sound of creatures moving about was enough to calm me.
However, the deeper I got into the forest the louder a sound became. At first it was quiet but as I approached, I heard it more clearly. It sounded like steel clashing against steel. Someone was fighting. Moving from a casual walk into a jog I quickly came to a small clearing where I saw two figures fighting, although in the low light I couldn’t make it out until I got closer.
Idea 7: Fairy Tail. (it’s been a little while since I’ve seen the series, but I’ve always loved it! Given my time away I might have to take some time to refamiliarize myself with the magics. My character will simply be an entry level member into the guild to begin with, canon characters are welcome just as OCs are!)
Starter: Another day in magnolia and another party being held at the large guild building at the centre of town. A large-scale job had just finished with some of the senior ranking wizards. and even though I wasn’t part of that mission, instead being on my own D-Rank job I joined in on the celebrations.
I had only been part of the guild for a few days and so far, it’s not been as exciting as I’d hoped, although I figured that it’d pick up once I proved myself. I was drinking by myself when I was approached by Makarov. He was wearing an essentric looking orange outfit. “Schwarzer my boy!” He said as he patted me on the shoulder. “How are you fitting in?” He questioned. “Fine sir! Everyone has been very welcoming.” I say to him in response. “Glad to hear it! You’ve been doing a good job, although I’d like to see you do more.” The male said. “So I’ve arranged a partner for you on your next job, that way you can take something more challenging, what do you say?” He questioned.
“Yes of course!” I say eagerly as a smile spread across my face. “Great!” He said cheerfully. “I’ll introduce you to who you’ll be working with.” He said as he stood from his spot and lead the way over to a female clearing his throat loud enough to get their attention.
Idea 8: Avatar the Last Airbender. (So for this one I guess it can go two different ways. My fave girls from Avatar would probably be Ty Lee, Suki and Toph. Maybe my character is a powerful bender that either the fire nation or team Avatar wants on their side. I think it might be cool to think that Aang isn’t the only airbender and instead a small faction managed to escape and continue the lineage. Either that or my character is a powerful firebender of some kind. I’ll leave whichever you prefer to you in your first reply as I’ll leave it open ended.)
Starter: The world was at war ever since the Fire nation attacked. With the intense fighting came mercenaries. Freelance benders or soldiers ready to fight on either side. For a fee of course. And despite my age, being only eighteen I was quite renown amongst the other bounty hunters for my bending.
Of course, there were talks of the Avatar returning, having repelled an invasion in the south pole, the liberation of Omashu and then the fire nation prison. It seemed they were making quite the stir in the earth kingdom.
It’d only be a matter of time before they reached the small town, I was in. Perhaps they were already here. But if that was the case surely there would be some kind of stir. Pushing my hair from my face I ordered another drink from the barkeep. “You know you’re my favourite customer Schwarzer…. You’re the only one who consistently pays his tab. Unlike the rest of these soldiers or the workers around here.” The older man says in clear annoyance.
“Well who knows, if I wasn’t so successful, I’d probably mooch off you too.” I admitted with a grin. “Try not to talk too ill of the soldiers on either side.” I added on flicking him an extra coin for a tip once my drink was finished. “Well I better check if anyone has a job for me.” I say as I pushed myself up from my seat.
Idea 9: Persona. (So basically this is just gonna be a fairly interesting idea. My character along with the girls of persona 4 and 5 get stranded in this strange dimension where they have to fight their way out to make it back to their own worlds.)
Starter: It all happened so fast. One minute I was in a team meeting with my group discussing what we should use our newfound powers for next. And the next second, I had blinked and I was in some kind of strange room.
One by one more people were added into this room. Some of which were dressed in some elaborate costumes. And I frowned as I looked to each one of them, all of which I didn’t recognize at all and judging by their looks they didn’t recognize me. Although before we managed to introduce ourselves a booming voice broke the silence.
“Welcome all!” The clearly male voice commented. “To the room of my design.” He added on. “I’m sure you’re all confused. And no doubt you’ll want to return back to your homes. However, to do so you’ll need to enter my labyrinth. “Make it to the end and you’ll all return home.” The voice explained.
“Of course, this maze isn’t without its dangers. Enemies, much like you encounter on a regular basis will roam these halls. As well as beasts of my own design far stronger than those… Fear no though for every check point you reach this room will become more furnished with amenities. For now, you simply have beds to rest on.” He said as there was an audible click and the dark room was suddenly lit up. Sure, enough there were rows of beds all lined up one for each person to sleep on.
“When you’re ready to test yourselves step through this door and enter the first level of the labyrinth.” He declared as a large door appeared and opened up in front of them. For a while nobody said anything probably all too stunned to even process the information. “So, I’m guessing we’re all persona users given what he just said.” I spoke up. “I guess we should probably start with names and strengths, right?” I questioned the group. “I’m Chris Schwarzer.” I say. “My persona Serapth focuses on ranged combat.” I explained.
Idea 10: Harry Potter. (So to keep this one interesting I’m thinking of having it set in an AU where Voldemort and Harry don’t exist. However, there are still dark wizards who are part of a cult around. Defs looking for a Hermionie, Luna or Ginny, you could even have other celebs/ecelebs as teachers or students for this one! Ocs are of course welcome too!)
Starter: Another year at Hogwarts, the last for some; and another year of learning was right around the corner. Although times were not peaceful in the wizarding world. Aurors who were the police of the magical world were going missing or showing up dead.
The ministry not wanting to make a panic kept it fairly under wraps, however some of the families have come forward with the information and rumours abounded about what was really happening. Stepping off the train I sighed a little rubbing my temple where a headache had begun to set in. During the train ride here, I found myself stuck next to a boy who wouldn’t stop going on about the rumours and conspiracy theories.
Glad to be off the train I looked around for a minute lost as to where I needed to go. “I know it’s around here somewhere.” I commented, although my sense of direction was always off. Usually I followed everyone else. But this time it seemed I was one of the last ones off the train.
Idea 11: Final Fantasy. (So this is simply going to be an idea with no starter since it will probably change depending on the many FF universes. My favourite however is defs FF7. (Tifa, Jessie and Aerith are best girls) with follow-ups being 12, 13, 15, 10, 8 and 9. Basically a fight would take the Main character of those series, Cloud, Noct, ect out of commission and needing a leader the other characters step up and hire mine on. Similar to some of my other prompts but I never said I was creative :^) With that being said though if you ARE interested in this one let me know and we can work out details depending on what world we’re in!)
Idea 12: The Witcher 3. (So my character will be a Witcher. (wow!) Saving people, hunting things you know? The family business. Anyway, I’m gonna leave it super open ended for you to come in however you like! If you wanna play a canon character my top two are for sure Ciri and Trist, and OC characters are accepted too!)
Starter: A Werewolf, an odd and rare contract, although I figured it wouldn’t be a hard one. In face I figured with my silver blade that the creature would go down rather quickly. Starting the encounter, I was faced with a harsh reality due to my hubris. I started off well enough, however due to my carelessness I was quickly on the backfoot.
The beast roared as it swung its large clawed hand towards me. I had barely managed to roll out of the way of the attack. Probably due to the increasing levels of bloodless resulting in a careless action on my part. A level of confidence quickly pushed down by the fact a handful of open wounds stung at my flanks.
More scars for later given that I make it out of here, although with my silver blade thrown on the other side of the area leaving me with only a steel sword which barely even phases the thing. I had to reach my blade, although with my focus on dodging the attacks it was hard to find an opening to do so.
I raised a hand and cast the igni sign launching flames at the creature who leapt back and I tried my best to make it past the creature only to have to dodge another strike as the beast recovered remarkably fast. “Stubborn bastard, aren’t you?” I questioned a little sourly.
Idea 13: Fantasy harem adventure. (This one is fairly basic in nature. Basically, a young man with little combat experience leaves his poor hunting village once he’s of age and sets off to join the adventurer’s guild to make a name for himself and also to send money back home. He’s fairly modest, naive and kind hearted. Which makes him likable and easy to take advantage of.
We could add a story with war elements, racism and darker themes to show him that the world he idolizes isn’t as cracked up as he thought it’d be. Ideally, I’d like a full harem party for this one but I’m cool with one on one too.)
Starter: It had been a few days since I was finally able to leave the small village, I was raised in behind me. Sword on hip and keen to become an adventurer. Of course, I also wanted to make a name for myself and I was even more excited to see everything the world had to offer. With driving me forward I headed from my village over to the closest city which had a guild branch. A city called Ruan. It was nearly five times the size of my village if not more and yet it was nothing close to the capital city of Grancel.
Smooth dirt paths soon gave way to cobblestone and my boots clacked rhythmically against the pavement as my steps soon got faster and faster as Ruan came into view. My stomach was in knots as I gripped the straps on my bag tightly and after steeling my nerves and taking in the sight of the large city, I headed through the large stone arch to the busy streets beyond.
My excited eyes looked around at every nook and cranny as I took in every detail that was on offer. Soon coming across the large marble and wood building of the adventurer’s guild in front of me. I stood in front of the large building clearly awestruck and for a moment I felt completely overwhelmed. This was it. This was the first step I was going to take on my journey and yet I felt far too nervous to head inside. Instead I stood there shaking slightly as I tried to work up the courage to push those large oak doors aside and declare my presence to the world.
Idea 14: Man of the town. (So again the premise is also pretty basic. My character wakes up in a town where there’s no men, as if they all vanished at once. Including his father which leaves him home alone with his sister and mother. (It’s up to you if you want incest in the plot or not.) We can have a story with an element of mystery to it too if you want! Or we can just bounce around the town having him bonk as many different people as you want.)
Starter: It’s been a few weeks since all the men in the town vanished one day. One day they were there and the next they were gone. There was of course a panic even though it is much calmer than originally, it continues to creep in the back of everyone’s mind. It doesn’t help the fact that no outsiders have come into the town and some strange thick fog seems to stop everyone from leaving.
However, with no answers it was left to the women of the town to pick up the slack and try to push for some level of normalcy. Except for me it seemed. Since the whole act started, I was in lockdown not being free to leave my home since my mother and sister was much too paranoid that I’d disappear too. With the amount of time I spent indoors going stir crazy I began to wonder if it was better to be wherever the rest of them are.
Today was different though and finally I was given the chance to leave the house while my mother was careless and rather quickly, I headed out into the street just glad to take in the scenery as I headed over to a nearby park. I headed over the soft grass feeling it beneath my shoes and then to the pond where I took a seat on one of the mounted benches.
Idea 15: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. (Not a whole lot to say here other than it’s one of your run of the mill Zombie/Nuclear apocalypse scenarios. I might toy with the idea of having multiple zombie types like games such as Dying light and Left for dead in order to spice things up a little but we’ll see where we go with it. As for nuclear I’ll probably be following along the Fallout franchise. Being part of these worlds will probably make my character a bit more brash, blunt and even a little rude. However, given some time he’ll warm up.)
Zombie Starter: No one knows quite when the outbreak started, however it swept over the globe causing panic. People eating people. People dying and coming back to life as a shambling corpse joining the armies of similar creatures. Society crumbled over time and the cities which were now hot zones for hordes of the undead creatures were left abandoned to all but the most daring or desperate of individuals. However, these rabid hordes weren’t the only thing to look out for in the apocalypse.
Society had begun to reform in its most primal form. People grouped together for safety. Those who just wanted to live peacefully became easy prey for those who saw the end of the world as we knew it as a playground to kill pillage and steal what they’d like. These bandits created their own factions with their own fortresses and seemed to have an endless supply of guns and ammo as they used it quite liberally.
I had been on the trail of a particularly nasty group of bandits as they razed whatever small settlements, they had to the ground callously and without mercy. I had just arrived at one of these towns. Dying people lay scattered about while fires licked at the makeshift buildings. It was still quite fresh. Approaching a nearby body which seemed to be moving slightly I turned it over the man was in bad shape and was clearly on death’s door. His eyes looking into mine in a pleading sense.
“Do you want me to make it quick?” I asked him reaching my left hand down to my machete which hung on my belt. Weakly his hand reached out to grip my right as he gave a nod. I knew the death wouldn’t be clean, as I unsheathed my blade. However, I couldn’t waste any ammo on my pistol nor could I risk tipping off the bandits that did this that I was following them. With a quick swing I slammed the blade into the head of the man ending his life and after wiping the blade off on his shirt I slid it back into its sheath my eyes scanning the immediate area for any of the undead which had turned or for a slim chance of getting a glimpse of survivors.
Nuclear Apocalypse Starter:
The world as we knew it ended in a flash. A white light followed by a rumble which washed over the world in nuclear fire. Billions died then and there reducing the world’s population to the brink. Those who were lucky to survive a direct blast were mutated to become much different than humans and more akin to zombies. Those outside of it didn’t have much quality of life as the radiation created mutated creatures which made living in a barren wasteland that much harder.
There were others however who were lucky enough to be given a spot in giant underground vaults. There they lived out their lives separated from the horrors that this new world wrought. One by one these vaults opened to allow these vault dwellers into the wasteland that was our world.
Their blue suits and clueless natures made them stand out and become easy prey to raiders, giant creatures and everything in between. Many of them didn’t get far before being gutted and robbed for their illusive vault suits which earned enough to feed a scavenger or bandit for a month.
The world and society began to rebuild. And with small settlements and towns popping up here and there it wasn’t all doom and gloom for the wasteland. Many were able to create jobs in local milita, mercenary work. Even trading or bartending.
I was such a mercenary a few generations of my family lived through the bombing and the radiation which was lucky enough for me, I guess. I was hired to do whatever someone wanted for the right price. And today I was tasked with delving into a recently opened vault and check make contact with the inhabitants inside.
Colt python on my waist I headed over to the large vault door which at this point was sealed shut and knocked loudly. This job seemed rather easy and was paying a lot which made me wonder who I was working for and what purpose they had with these vault dwellers. However, I wasn’t paid to ask questions nor did I really care at the end of the day. The less I knew the less guilt I could feel.
Idea 16: Space/Scifi. (So this is a scifi adventure. My character is the captain of his own ship and is currently looking for recruits to join him and help run it. There will probably be lots of interesting planets our characters go to and I’ll certainly be making them up as we go along! Your character can range as anything from a human to android or even an alien.)
Starter: Stepping out of The Tempest I breathed in the humid station air of Astra station. The station which was on the furthest reaches of the space ruled over the galactic council; was a haven for the depraved. Outlaws, mercenaries, drug dealers you name it Astra has it and in bountiful supply too.
Which made it a perfect spot to find someone who was desperate to get off the station. Someone who would work for cheap or for free. All I needed to do was to find them. “Schwarzer, don’t forget to stock up on food, military rations are sad.” A voice commented through the earpiece I had. “Yeah. I’ll head through the slums and to the market. Thanks, Evai.” I responded. “And don’t cause any trouble, I don’t wanna rot in this ship while you’re dead.” The voice added on. “Yeah yeah I’ve got it.” I responded as the communication line was severed and I started on my walk.
I headed through a nearby door and down into the depths of the station. Soon I the overcrowded and frankly smelly slums. Beggars and gang members lined every corner all looking at me with a cautious eye as I passed. There were even a few tweaked out drug users laying scattered about in some dark corners. Even a few corpses.
I didn’t stop though, if you stayed in one place too long down here you were asking to be jumped and quickly, I pushed on heading over to the bustling markets. The food quality here wasn’t the best although it was abundant. I even talked to a few of the store owners to see if they knew where I could find the extra hands to help me on my ship.
Idea 17: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). (So, this starter is gonna be fairly generic, however it’s open to allowing any of the familial ties to be easily included. I have a few ideas for immediate family and will post them below and if you have any ideas, I’m happy to hear them.)
Starter: It’s a hot and lazy day in the middle of summer break. I had laid splayed out on the couch at home. Despite the air conditioner being on full blast my skin underneath my tank top was getting stuck to the leather couch; which did little to alleviate the heat fluster that was going on. I sighed after looking over the back of the couch to the pool outback longingly. I sighed a little resigning myself to bite the bullet and peeled myself from the couch.
As much as I wanted to strip down and run out, I wasn’t entirely sure if I was home alone and as such, I headed up to my room to change into a pair of swimming trunks before heading back downstairs. Passing through the laundry and grabbing a towel on the way.
I headed onto the back deck and draped my towel over the railing before I rushed over and leapt into the pool immediately feeling the cool water wash away any of the heat I had been feeling. I resurface and breathed a sigh of relief as I pushed my messy hair back from my face.
Idea 18: Aunt/Cousin (Can be both). (Again like the incest scene above I’m not quite sure how to spruce this one up so I’ll leave it rather basic and we can go from there.)
Starter: My family has gone on holiday without me as I had to stay behind due to being caught up in exams. Rather than meeting up with them later they decided it would be more fun for me if I finished them up then headed over to spend some time with my Aunt and my cousin across the county. While I wouldn’t be leaving the country, I was still getting a vacation in a way and as such I tried my best to be upbeat and positive about it, even if I was envious of the others.
While it wasn’t the same pristine beaches and high-class resorts that the rest of my family was going to, I was still grateful for the hospitality. The plane lands in the airport and after collecting my bags and checking my phone for a confirmation I was going to be picked up I sent my family and my aunt and cousin a quick text telling them I landed safely. After gathering my small suitcase from the conveyor belt, I wheeled it through security and out to the meeting area keeping my eyes peeled for any sign of my cousin or my auntie. There was a little confusion about who was going to greet me so I wasn’t sure who to expect myself.
Idea 19: Incest family vacation. (So, this one is again going to be like the other two before it. They kinda roll off each other in a way. However, I believe it allows for a wide range of engagements with multiple characters at some kind of beach resort.)
Starter: It’s the dead middle of another scorching summer and rather than tough it out in our homes which has air-conditioning which never seemed to help, our large family decided to all go to a large resort (Could even be a cruise too) together. Many of the rooms were rather luxurious and I was more than excited to see what the rest of the hotel had to offer.
We pulled up into the lobby and while the parents were checking in I headed over to check out a map on the wall. It seemed there were quite a lot of different things to do around the resort. There was a pool with a poolside bar, a beach which had volleyball games, a massage parlour, hot tubs and many different activities ranging from native dances to eating competitions.
Just the realization we were here and the excitement at the many possibilities that could come from the vacation. Maybe I’d even meet someone nice and have a vacation fling. Although with so many family members running around, I doubted that I’d get much peace to do that. Regardless I was eager to get up to the room, have a shower and change into my swimming trunks to explore all the different places.
We headed up to the rooms where I noticed mine had a large double bed. However, judging by my mother’s comments outside It seemed there was some kind of mix-up in the rooms and I’d be sharing the room with one of my family members. Not that I minded too much. I placed my suitcase down and waited to see who would come in and if they were interested in joining me look around.
Closing words: So yeah that’s about it! Thanks for reading and if you have any questions or suggestions, I’m open to hearing them! I know this was probably a big read so thanks again for your time and I hope to talk to some of you soon!
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2020.11.21 15:11 Joker_ERP [M4A] (A playing as F) Massive list of RP prompts (Rule 34, fandoms, Games, OC, Incest Ect.)

Hey there! Today I’ve got a massive list of rp ideas and have written out some starters along with some ideas to how I see the rp going. I’m open to change and ready to do other ideas too. So if you feel like you’ve got an idea I might be interested in feel free to talk to me about those: ).
As for my replies. I write in first person mainly and my reply length varies. I generally do anything from a few sentences to a paragraph or more and generally require my partner to do the same. Fair warning the less detail you reply with the less interested I’ll be in rping with you. (Not looking for a few words as a response)
I enjoy having a story to go along with the smut so it’s not just constant sex, some cute or action driven moments are fun as well. – Hand holding and cute dates are pleasant! I mainly do my rps on kik, discord or here. I also have an RP facebook account, so feel free to ask for my users for those! : )
My kinks and limits list might be a big read, but none are compulsory. I’m just here to have fun and hopefully meet some cool rp partners : )
Kinks: Harems (Doesn’t mean having to play all characters at once, just one by one is fine!), Incest, Outercourse (Which is stuff like titjobs, thigh jobs, grinding, hot dogging) Risky public spaces (Toilet stalls, changing booths. That kinda thing where people could get caught.) Facials, Freckles (Face and body). Big/nicely shaped bums (Especially if they jiggle). Creampies, Cum on tits/body, big cumshots, Thigh high socks. showewater sex (pools, shower, hot tubs ect.) Mutual desire for sex.
Limits: Pregnancy (Hard limit sorry), Vomit, Piss, Blood, Toilet stuff, Rape, Gangbangs (Unless it’s multiple females) Male on Male, futas, rimming/pegging.
There might be more that I’m forgetting so if you’re unsure feel free to ask me! The rougher side of sex like Name calling, slapping choking spanking I can all do as well! : ) Without further ado let’s jump into the starters!
Disclaimer: I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+
Here's the basic list of ideas if you wanted to look them over before reading the full posts. I’m also open to some ideas that I may have missed! And please note: I’m looking for FEMALE characters only!
Rule 34/Fandom/Game Ideas: Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia. Idea 2: Pokémon Idea 3: Naruto Idea 4: Bleach Idea 5: One piece. Idea 6: Sword Art Online. Idea 7: Fairy Tail. Idea 8: Avatar The Last Airbender. Idea 9: Persona (Girls from 4 and 5). Idea 10: Harry Potter. Idea 11: Final Fantasy. Idea 12: The Witcher 3.
OC Ideas: Idea 13: Fantasy harem adventure. Idea 14: Only Man of the town. Idea 15: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. Idea 16: Sci-Fi space crew.
Incest Ideas: Idea 17: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). Idea 18: Aunt/Cousin. (Can be both) Idea 19: Incest family vacation.
Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia.
(So my character will be a transfer into Class 1-A. His power is the power of persuasion. With the power he’s able to convince someone to do something as if it’s their own will. However, he’s hesitant to use it on other people and to tell everyone he even has it as he’s been outcast at his last school for the villainous nature of his quirk. As such he can’t use it to its full extent and can only issue small commands to begin with.
My idea with this is that one or more (cannon or non) of the girls decide to help him out in a private setting and overtime it gets more and more sexual in nature. And as he becomes more confident, he’s able to issue more longer-term commands. This can also be mixed in well with some story and some action to keep the plot interesting.)
Starter: It was a day which started like most others in Class 1-A. The students got ready in the dorms and headed to class to chat among themselves while they waited for Aizawa to enter. However, unlike most days there seemed to be an extra desk placed in the room. The seat caused some confusion which didn’t last long as the first bell rang and Aizawa entered the room.
“Morning everyone.” He stated in his mainly bored and sleepy tone which seemed to sound like he was stifling a yawn. “Today we’ve got a new student transferring in from another school. He’s from Shiketsu, some of you may recognize the name since it’s got the same level as prestige as U.A. but regardless make sure he feels welcome.” He said pointing a sweeping stare at everyone and finally resting on the problem child of the U.A class Bakugo.
With that he fell silent and I felt it was my cue to enter. Swallowing a little at the nerves I steeled them quickly and entered. My blue eyes sweeping over some of the familiar faces in the room. Many of the students had standout performances in the UA sports festival and as well in the news reports about the villain attack on the training camp.
I had a lot to live up to if I wanted to join these legends in training but regardless, I was determined to do just that. Breathing a little and shifting my auburn hair from my eyes I smiled the best I could. “My name is Schwarzer, Chris Schwarzer. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” I say bowing to the class.
Satisfied with the introduction Aizawa nodded to the spare seat in the room. Taking that as an order I nodded back and headed over to my seat sitting down and getting my books out. Curiously I turned to the seat next to me noticing one of the girls in the class and gave her a slight smile as Aizawa began his lesson.
Idea 2: Pokemon. (So this one is super simple. Some trainers or a trainer and his Pokémon go on a grand adventure. For this one my favourite Canon female are: Marnie, May, Hilda and May. And my favourite Anthro Pokémon are Lopunny, Arcanine, Blaiziken That’s just for reference though and you can really play whoever you like! Ocs are of course welcome too!)
Trainer x Trainer Starter:
I like many others in the world of Pokémon have just started on my journey. Although I had done so a little late. Regardless me and my starter Pokémon Aipom which was a gift from my late father. Setting off with excitement to make a name of myself.
That excitement wore off pretty quickly however as an advanced trainer stepped in my path and soon, I realized how big the gap between us was. He wiped the floor with my aipom and laughed as he took my “Prize money” Scooping up my aipom I rushed through the rest of the route and over to the next town ducking quickly into the Pokémon centre.
Looking around there was a few new trainers who seemed to have fallen to the same fate as I had and I shook my head. Guys like that were total assholes and without hesitating I headed over to the counter where the nurse took my Aipom from me. Once he was gone, I was told there was going to be a short wait due to the amount of Pokémon they had to treat. I nodded as I headed over and sat down in one of the seats.
Idea 3: Naruto. (So for this one I like the idea that my character is a nomadic mercenary hired by the leaf to help train the ninja of the village, maybe he also has some kind of hidden power that boosts his chakra but also increases his libido. Not too sure how I wanna go about this one.)
Starter: The Hokage Tsunade Senju looked over me with a curious gaze and then down to my application form. “You’re younger than I expected given everything you’ve done.” She stated honestly. “But the intelligence division did a thorough search into you and you check out.” She stated as she slammed the approved stamp down onto my paper.
“Just remember, if you do anything to endanger this village, I’ll snuff you out personally.” She said in an icy and threatening tone. Feeling a cold bead of sweat roll down the side of my face I nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t dream of it.” I say. Internally I make a mental note not to cross her in any way.
“Good.” She said putting a smile across her features. “Your first group is down on the training field waiting for you already.” She stated. “Your lodgings will be set up by the time you’re done, here’s the key.” She said tossing the key to me which I caught and stuffed into my pocket. I was a little shocked with how quick she wanted me to get to work but I nodded. “Right!” I say giving a respectful bow before heading out.
It took me a little longer than expected to actually find the training grounds as I hadn’t ever been here before. And when I got there much to her credit there were a few ninja standing around. Approaching them I gave them a sheepish smile. “Sorry I’m late guys.” I called out. “I got lost.” I added on.
Idea 4: Bleach. (So a new human soul reaper makes it into the soul society. His power isn’t captain level to begin with simply being enough to take out the average hollow. And with the resurgence of the hollow threat the Soul Society has offered to give him a substitute badge to take out those hollows deemed too small for the soul society to handle. Maybe he’s paired up with someone or someone like Orihime steps in to help him grow.)
Starter: Another boring day at school followed by a night of boring patrols. With all the big hollows being taken care of by “Full-fledged” Soul reapers it didn’t leave me with much opportunity to train against bigger enemies.
At least that’s what I thought originally. A few blocks from me there was a rift which opened up and the pure spiritual pressure that came from the hollow that stepped out of it was enough to make me feel as though gravity itself was pushing against me.
It was hard to breathe and even harder to stand as my hand clutched my blade in my left hand tightly. I shook my head as I heard the loud roar of the large breast and could even see it’s towering form from my position.
It was nothing close to a menos, but it was enough to tower over a three-story building for sure. “Shit.” I hissed to myself as I knew there were no soul reapers around at this stage. With a threat this big I was sure they’d come, but until then it was up to me to buy some time and make sure no humans or souls were consumed.
Pushing myself forward I reached the park that the Hollow had appeared in. Thankfully the park was deserted at this time of night. When he saw me the hollow. “You don’t smell like much, but you’ll do as a snack.” The hollow commented as it charged forward. “Just evade, buy time.” I comment to myself as I began to leap around the battle field looking a bit like and feeling like an idiot.
The hollow toyed with me a little while enjoying the chase before it seemed to ger bored. Just when I was thinking I was fast enough to keep avoiding it the creature’s mouth opened and its forked tongue shot out at me with faster speed than I was anticipating I raised my blade to defend myself but it was a feeble attempt and I knew it wouldn’t be enough.
Idea 5: One Piece. (So I’m not quite sure how to approach this one, but I’ll give it a go. Much like the MHA starter my character will have the power of persuasion, having eaten the Persua-Persua fruit. I’m thinking either he joins the Strawhats and goes on their adventures or he makes his own crew with girls from the story, I’m gonna leave it fairly open ended so we can jump in whenever along the story we wanna go!)
Starter: Alone in a bar I sat staring in the amber liquid in my mug. I was down on my luck after having my whole crew and my ship destroyed in a long battle another pirate crew. The only reason I was able to live through the ordeal was due to my crew sacrificing themselves to give me a chance to escape.
I spent days adrift with little food and water and soon washed up upon the island I was in. Immediately I found a tavern ready to drown my sorrows and feel sorry for myself for a little while.
Letting out a sigh I downed the rest of my drink soon looking at the few drops of liquid bottom of my mug. I knew being a pirate wouldn’t be easy, I knew it’d be violent and end in violence. However, to lose in that fashion without even being able to use my devil fruit to calm or question our opponent and losing everything still took its toll on me.
Scratching at the growing stubble with one hand, the other I raised my mug to demand another drink and as such the bartender approached to fill my mug. “You’re looking a little rough there, you sure you need another?” The bartender asked as he took the mug from me. “I don’t have anything else to do. I don’t even know what else to do with myself.” I responded grumpily. “Just fill it up.” I demanded. “Right.” The bartender responded as he filled it with more of the alcoholic amber liquid and slid It in front of me.
Idea 6: Sword Art Online. (Fairly simple it’s SAO set in the original death game. I love the idea, so I’ve always loved rping this one. If you want to play canon characters my fave is for sure Lizbeth, but I’m open to OC characters!)
Starter: It’s been months since Akihiko Kayaba has trapped us into this death game. Or at least that’s how some people looked at it. Others saw it as their dream come true. But most if not, all wanted to push forward and beat the game.
Despite the desire to push forward little progress has been made. Guilds and parties have formed to push through dungeons but with the increased danger and with it more deaths; more and more people simply decided to live out their lives on the lower floors.
Unlike those rushing in to push through the content I was happy enough to go through it at my own pace. This place was like a dream for me, save for the fact I had an increased chance of dying I was able to live in this game without the worries of the outside world.
I was doing some late-night grinding in an area of dense forest. The sun had set and there was little light save for the bright moon poking through the trees. All was calm, the trees swayed with the wind and the occasional sound of creatures moving about was enough to calm me.
However, the deeper I got into the forest the louder a sound became. At first it was quiet but as I approached, I heard it more clearly. It sounded like steel clashing against steel. Someone was fighting. Moving from a casual walk into a jog I quickly came to a small clearing where I saw two figures fighting, although in the low light I couldn’t make it out until I got closer.
Idea 7: Fairy Tail. (it’s been a little while since I’ve seen the series, but I’ve always loved it! Given my time away I might have to take some time to refamiliarize myself with the magics. My character will simply be an entry level member into the guild to begin with, canon characters are welcome just as OCs are!)
Starter: Another day in magnolia and another party being held at the large guild building at the centre of town. A large-scale job had just finished with some of the senior ranking wizards. and even though I wasn’t part of that mission, instead being on my own D-Rank job I joined in on the celebrations.
I had only been part of the guild for a few days and so far, it’s not been as exciting as I’d hoped, although I figured that it’d pick up once I proved myself. I was drinking by myself when I was approached by Makarov. He was wearing an essentric looking orange outfit. “Schwarzer my boy!” He said as he patted me on the shoulder. “How are you fitting in?” He questioned. “Fine sir! Everyone has been very welcoming.” I say to him in response. “Glad to hear it! You’ve been doing a good job, although I’d like to see you do more.” The male said. “So I’ve arranged a partner for you on your next job, that way you can take something more challenging, what do you say?” He questioned.
“Yes of course!” I say eagerly as a smile spread across my face. “Great!” He said cheerfully. “I’ll introduce you to who you’ll be working with.” He said as he stood from his spot and lead the way over to a female clearing his throat loud enough to get their attention.
Idea 8: Avatar the Last Airbender. (So for this one I guess it can go two different ways. My fave girls from Avatar would probably be Ty Lee, Suki and Toph. Maybe my character is a powerful bender that either the fire nation or team Avatar wants on their side. I think it might be cool to think that Aang isn’t the only airbender and instead a small faction managed to escape and continue the lineage. Either that or my character is a powerful firebender of some kind. I’ll leave whichever you prefer to you in your first reply as I’ll leave it open ended.)
Starter: The world was at war ever since the Fire nation attacked. With the intense fighting came mercenaries. Freelance benders or soldiers ready to fight on either side. For a fee of course. And despite my age, being only eighteen I was quite renown amongst the other bounty hunters for my bending.
Of course, there were talks of the Avatar returning, having repelled an invasion in the south pole, the liberation of Omashu and then the fire nation prison. It seemed they were making quite the stir in the earth kingdom.
It’d only be a matter of time before they reached the small town, I was in. Perhaps they were already here. But if that was the case surely there would be some kind of stir. Pushing my hair from my face I ordered another drink from the barkeep. “You know you’re my favourite customer Schwarzer…. You’re the only one who consistently pays his tab. Unlike the rest of these soldiers or the workers around here.” The older man says in clear annoyance.
“Well who knows, if I wasn’t so successful, I’d probably mooch off you too.” I admitted with a grin. “Try not to talk too ill of the soldiers on either side.” I added on flicking him an extra coin for a tip once my drink was finished. “Well I better check if anyone has a job for me.” I say as I pushed myself up from my seat.
Idea 9: Persona. (So basically this is just gonna be a fairly interesting idea. My character along with the girls of persona 4 and 5 get stranded in this strange dimension where they have to fight their way out to make it back to their own worlds.)
Starter: It all happened so fast. One minute I was in a team meeting with my group discussing what we should use our newfound powers for next. And the next second, I had blinked and I was in some kind of strange room.
One by one more people were added into this room. Some of which were dressed in some elaborate costumes. And I frowned as I looked to each one of them, all of which I didn’t recognize at all and judging by their looks they didn’t recognize me. Although before we managed to introduce ourselves a booming voice broke the silence.
“Welcome all!” The clearly male voice commented. “To the room of my design.” He added on. “I’m sure you’re all confused. And no doubt you’ll want to return back to your homes. However, to do so you’ll need to enter my labyrinth. “Make it to the end and you’ll all return home.” The voice explained.
“Of course, this maze isn’t without its dangers. Enemies, much like you encounter on a regular basis will roam these halls. As well as beasts of my own design far stronger than those… Fear no though for every check point you reach this room will become more furnished with amenities. For now, you simply have beds to rest on.” He said as there was an audible click and the dark room was suddenly lit up. Sure, enough there were rows of beds all lined up one for each person to sleep on.
“When you’re ready to test yourselves step through this door and enter the first level of the labyrinth.” He declared as a large door appeared and opened up in front of them. For a while nobody said anything probably all too stunned to even process the information. “So, I’m guessing we’re all persona users given what he just said.” I spoke up. “I guess we should probably start with names and strengths, right?” I questioned the group. “I’m Chris Schwarzer.” I say. “My persona Serapth focuses on ranged combat.” I explained.
Idea 10: Harry Potter. (So to keep this one interesting I’m thinking of having it set in an AU where Voldemort and Harry don’t exist. However, there are still dark wizards who are part of a cult around. Defs looking for a Hermionie, Luna or Ginny, you could even have other celebs/ecelebs as teachers or students for this one! Ocs are of course welcome too!)
Starter: Another year at Hogwarts, the last for some; and another year of learning was right around the corner. Although times were not peaceful in the wizarding world. Aurors who were the police of the magical world were going missing or showing up dead.
The ministry not wanting to make a panic kept it fairly under wraps, however some of the families have come forward with the information and rumours abounded about what was really happening. Stepping off the train I sighed a little rubbing my temple where a headache had begun to set in. During the train ride here, I found myself stuck next to a boy who wouldn’t stop going on about the rumours and conspiracy theories.
Glad to be off the train I looked around for a minute lost as to where I needed to go. “I know it’s around here somewhere.” I commented, although my sense of direction was always off. Usually I followed everyone else. But this time it seemed I was one of the last ones off the train.
Idea 11: Final Fantasy. (So this is simply going to be an idea with no starter since it will probably change depending on the many FF universes. My favourite however is defs FF7. (Tifa, Jessie and Aerith are best girls) with follow-ups being 12, 13, 15, 10, 8 and 9. Basically a fight would take the Main character of those series, Cloud, Noct, ect out of commission and needing a leader the other characters step up and hire mine on. Similar to some of my other prompts but I never said I was creative :^) With that being said though if you ARE interested in this one let me know and we can work out details depending on what world we’re in!)
Idea 12: The Witcher 3. (So my character will be a Witcher. (wow!) Saving people, hunting things you know? The family business. Anyway, I’m gonna leave it super open ended for you to come in however you like! If you wanna play a canon character my top two are for sure Ciri and Trist, and OC characters are accepted too!)
Starter: A Werewolf, an odd and rare contract, although I figured it wouldn’t be a hard one. In face I figured with my silver blade that the creature would go down rather quickly. Starting the encounter, I was faced with a harsh reality due to my hubris. I started off well enough, however due to my carelessness I was quickly on the backfoot.
The beast roared as it swung its large clawed hand towards me. I had barely managed to roll out of the way of the attack. Probably due to the increasing levels of bloodless resulting in a careless action on my part. A level of confidence quickly pushed down by the fact a handful of open wounds stung at my flanks.
More scars for later given that I make it out of here, although with my silver blade thrown on the other side of the area leaving me with only a steel sword which barely even phases the thing. I had to reach my blade, although with my focus on dodging the attacks it was hard to find an opening to do so.
I raised a hand and cast the igni sign launching flames at the creature who leapt back and I tried my best to make it past the creature only to have to dodge another strike as the beast recovered remarkably fast. “Stubborn bastard, aren’t you?” I questioned a little sourly.
Idea 13: Fantasy harem adventure. (This one is fairly basic in nature. Basically, a young man with little combat experience leaves his poor hunting village once he’s of age and sets off to join the adventurer’s guild to make a name for himself and also to send money back home. He’s fairly modest, naive and kind hearted. Which makes him likable and easy to take advantage of.
We could add a story with war elements, racism and darker themes to show him that the world he idolizes isn’t as cracked up as he thought it’d be. Ideally, I’d like a full harem party for this one but I’m cool with one on one too.)
Starter: It had been a few days since I was finally able to leave the small village, I was raised in behind me. Sword on hip and keen to become an adventurer. Of course, I also wanted to make a name for myself and I was even more excited to see everything the world had to offer. With driving me forward I headed from my village over to the closest city which had a guild branch. A city called Ruan. It was nearly five times the size of my village if not more and yet it was nothing close to the capital city of Grancel.
Smooth dirt paths soon gave way to cobblestone and my boots clacked rhythmically against the pavement as my steps soon got faster and faster as Ruan came into view. My stomach was in knots as I gripped the straps on my bag tightly and after steeling my nerves and taking in the sight of the large city, I headed through the large stone arch to the busy streets beyond.
My excited eyes looked around at every nook and cranny as I took in every detail that was on offer. Soon coming across the large marble and wood building of the adventurer’s guild in front of me. I stood in front of the large building clearly awestruck and for a moment I felt completely overwhelmed. This was it. This was the first step I was going to take on my journey and yet I felt far too nervous to head inside. Instead I stood there shaking slightly as I tried to work up the courage to push those large oak doors aside and declare my presence to the world.
Idea 14: Man of the town. (So again the premise is also pretty basic. My character wakes up in a town where there’s no men, as if they all vanished at once. Including his father which leaves him home alone with his sister and mother. (It’s up to you if you want incest in the plot or not.) We can have a story with an element of mystery to it too if you want! Or we can just bounce around the town having him bonk as many different people as you want.)
Starter: It’s been a few weeks since all the men in the town vanished one day. One day they were there and the next they were gone. There was of course a panic even though it is much calmer than originally, it continues to creep in the back of everyone’s mind. It doesn’t help the fact that no outsiders have come into the town and some strange thick fog seems to stop everyone from leaving.
However, with no answers it was left to the women of the town to pick up the slack and try to push for some level of normalcy. Except for me it seemed. Since the whole act started, I was in lockdown not being free to leave my home since my mother and sister was much too paranoid that I’d disappear too. With the amount of time I spent indoors going stir crazy I began to wonder if it was better to be wherever the rest of them are.
Today was different though and finally I was given the chance to leave the house while my mother was careless and rather quickly, I headed out into the street just glad to take in the scenery as I headed over to a nearby park. I headed over the soft grass feeling it beneath my shoes and then to the pond where I took a seat on one of the mounted benches.
Idea 15: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. (Not a whole lot to say here other than it’s one of your run of the mill Zombie/Nuclear apocalypse scenarios. I might toy with the idea of having multiple zombie types like games such as Dying light and Left for dead in order to spice things up a little but we’ll see where we go with it. As for nuclear I’ll probably be following along the Fallout franchise. Being part of these worlds will probably make my character a bit more brash, blunt and even a little rude. However, given some time he’ll warm up.)
Zombie Starter: No one knows quite when the outbreak started, however it swept over the globe causing panic. People eating people. People dying and coming back to life as a shambling corpse joining the armies of similar creatures. Society crumbled over time and the cities which were now hot zones for hordes of the undead creatures were left abandoned to all but the most daring or desperate of individuals. However, these rabid hordes weren’t the only thing to look out for in the apocalypse.
Society had begun to reform in its most primal form. People grouped together for safety. Those who just wanted to live peacefully became easy prey for those who saw the end of the world as we knew it as a playground to kill pillage and steal what they’d like. These bandits created their own factions with their own fortresses and seemed to have an endless supply of guns and ammo as they used it quite liberally.
I had been on the trail of a particularly nasty group of bandits as they razed whatever small settlements, they had to the ground callously and without mercy. I had just arrived at one of these towns. Dying people lay scattered about while fires licked at the makeshift buildings. It was still quite fresh. Approaching a nearby body which seemed to be moving slightly I turned it over the man was in bad shape and was clearly on death’s door. His eyes looking into mine in a pleading sense.
“Do you want me to make it quick?” I asked him reaching my left hand down to my machete which hung on my belt. Weakly his hand reached out to grip my right as he gave a nod. I knew the death wouldn’t be clean, as I unsheathed my blade. However, I couldn’t waste any ammo on my pistol nor could I risk tipping off the bandits that did this that I was following them. With a quick swing I slammed the blade into the head of the man ending his life and after wiping the blade off on his shirt I slid it back into its sheath my eyes scanning the immediate area for any of the undead which had turned or for a slim chance of getting a glimpse of survivors.
Nuclear Apocalypse Starter:
The world as we knew it ended in a flash. A white light followed by a rumble which washed over the world in nuclear fire. Billions died then and there reducing the world’s population to the brink. Those who were lucky to survive a direct blast were mutated to become much different than humans and more akin to zombies. Those outside of it didn’t have much quality of life as the radiation created mutated creatures which made living in a barren wasteland that much harder.
There were others however who were lucky enough to be given a spot in giant underground vaults. There they lived out their lives separated from the horrors that this new world wrought. One by one these vaults opened to allow these vault dwellers into the wasteland that was our world.
Their blue suits and clueless natures made them stand out and become easy prey to raiders, giant creatures and everything in between. Many of them didn’t get far before being gutted and robbed for their illusive vault suits which earned enough to feed a scavenger or bandit for a month.
The world and society began to rebuild. And with small settlements and towns popping up here and there it wasn’t all doom and gloom for the wasteland. Many were able to create jobs in local milita, mercenary work. Even trading or bartending.
I was such a mercenary a few generations of my family lived through the bombing and the radiation which was lucky enough for me, I guess. I was hired to do whatever someone wanted for the right price. And today I was tasked with delving into a recently opened vault and check make contact with the inhabitants inside.
Colt python on my waist I headed over to the large vault door which at this point was sealed shut and knocked loudly. This job seemed rather easy and was paying a lot which made me wonder who I was working for and what purpose they had with these vault dwellers. However, I wasn’t paid to ask questions nor did I really care at the end of the day. The less I knew the less guilt I could feel.
Idea 16: Space/Scifi. (So this is a scifi adventure. My character is the captain of his own ship and is currently looking for recruits to join him and help run it. There will probably be lots of interesting planets our characters go to and I’ll certainly be making them up as we go along! Your character can range as anything from a human to android or even an alien.)
Starter: Stepping out of The Tempest I breathed in the humid station air of Astra station. The station which was on the furthest reaches of the space ruled over the galactic council; was a haven for the depraved. Outlaws, mercenaries, drug dealers you name it Astra has it and in bountiful supply too.
Which made it a perfect spot to find someone who was desperate to get off the station. Someone who would work for cheap or for free. All I needed to do was to find them. “Schwarzer, don’t forget to stock up on food, military rations are sad.” A voice commented through the earpiece I had. “Yeah. I’ll head through the slums and to the market. Thanks, Evai.” I responded. “And don’t cause any trouble, I don’t wanna rot in this ship while you’re dead.” The voice added on. “Yeah yeah I’ve got it.” I responded as the communication line was severed and I started on my walk.
I headed through a nearby door and down into the depths of the station. Soon I the overcrowded and frankly smelly slums. Beggars and gang members lined every corner all looking at me with a cautious eye as I passed. There were even a few tweaked out drug users laying scattered about in some dark corners. Even a few corpses.
I didn’t stop though, if you stayed in one place too long down here you were asking to be jumped and quickly, I pushed on heading over to the bustling markets. The food quality here wasn’t the best although it was abundant. I even talked to a few of the store owners to see if they knew where I could find the extra hands to help me on my ship.
Idea 17: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). (So, this starter is gonna be fairly generic, however it’s open to allowing any of the familial ties to be easily included. I have a few ideas for immediate family and will post them below and if you have any ideas, I’m happy to hear them.)
Starter: It’s a hot and lazy day in the middle of summer break. I had laid splayed out on the couch at home. Despite the air conditioner being on full blast my skin underneath my tank top was getting stuck to the leather couch; which did little to alleviate the heat fluster that was going on. I sighed after looking over the back of the couch to the pool outback longingly. I sighed a little resigning myself to bite the bullet and peeled myself from the couch.
As much as I wanted to strip down and run out, I wasn’t entirely sure if I was home alone and as such, I headed up to my room to change into a pair of swimming trunks before heading back downstairs. Passing through the laundry and grabbing a towel on the way.
I headed onto the back deck and draped my towel over the railing before I rushed over and leapt into the pool immediately feeling the cool water wash away any of the heat I had been feeling. I resurface and breathed a sigh of relief as I pushed my messy hair back from my face.
Idea 18: Aunt/Cousin (Can be both). (Again like the incest scene above I’m not quite sure how to spruce this one up so I’ll leave it rather basic and we can go from there.)
Starter: My family has gone on holiday without me as I had to stay behind due to being caught up in exams. Rather than meeting up with them later they decided it would be more fun for me if I finished them up then headed over to spend some time with my Aunt and my cousin across the county. While I wouldn’t be leaving the country, I was still getting a vacation in a way and as such I tried my best to be upbeat and positive about it, even if I was envious of the others.
While it wasn’t the same pristine beaches and high-class resorts that the rest of my family was going to, I was still grateful for the hospitality. The plane lands in the airport and after collecting my bags and checking my phone for a confirmation I was going to be picked up I sent my family and my aunt and cousin a quick text telling them I landed safely. After gathering my small suitcase from the conveyor belt, I wheeled it through security and out to the meeting area keeping my eyes peeled for any sign of my cousin or my auntie. There was a little confusion about who was going to greet me so I wasn’t sure who to expect myself.
Idea 19: Incest family vacation. (So, this one is again going to be like the other two before it. They kinda roll off each other in a way. However, I believe it allows for a wide range of engagements with multiple characters at some kind of beach resort.)
Starter: It’s the dead middle of another scorching summer and rather than tough it out in our homes which has air-conditioning which never seemed to help, our large family decided to all go to a large resort (Could even be a cruise too) together. Many of the rooms were rather luxurious and I was more than excited to see what the rest of the hotel had to offer.
We pulled up into the lobby and while the parents were checking in I headed over to check out a map on the wall. It seemed there were quite a lot of different things to do around the resort. There was a pool with a poolside bar, a beach which had volleyball games, a massage parlour, hot tubs and many different activities ranging from native dances to eating competitions.
Just the realization we were here and the excitement at the many possibilities that could come from the vacation. Maybe I’d even meet someone nice and have a vacation fling. Although with so many family members running around, I doubted that I’d get much peace to do that. Regardless I was eager to get up to the room, have a shower and change into my swimming trunks to explore all the different places.
We headed up to the rooms where I noticed mine had a large double bed. However, judging by my mother’s comments outside It seemed there was some kind of mix-up in the rooms and I’d be sharing the room with one of my family members. Not that I minded too much. I placed my suitcase down and waited to see who would come in and if they were interested in joining me look around.
Closing words: So yeah that’s about it! Thanks for reading and if you have any questions or suggestions, I’m open to hearing them! I know this was probably a big read so thanks again for your time and I hope to talk to some of you soon!
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2020.11.21 09:28 d3jam0n Weddings, Funerals and Coronations... musings on improving narrative and immersion!

I've really enjoyed CK3, but based on the prerelease videos I was expecting a bit more of a dynamic narrative experience than what I am seeing. Like, my heart kind of sank a bit when I saw that the decisions tab was still there.
Let me explain.
The decisions tab isn't a good role playing tool, it is just a catch all for basically gold conversion and a few things that they didn't have a clear place for. These lead to very predictable stories that are just speed clicked once you've done them a few times. They aren't really part of a broader narrative, I just need some prestige to declare a war so I bang out a hunting expedition.
Meanwhile, weddings and funerals are just minor notifications. I think that the design team has missed an opportunity to both streamline the game and create stories around the kind of events that actually mean something to the characters that we are role playing as.
It has happened more than once that I didn't even notice my own kids dying.
I would say get rid of the feast button and replace it by turning funerals, weddings and coronations into "feast" type events. There is so much more meat to a narratives that derive from being at the funeral of my first born son, the wedding of my eldest daughter or being invited to the coronation of a new Holy Roman Emperor.
This is part of a broader theme on narrative development.
We (humans in general) don't like stories that are lead by antagonists. If you've ever wondered why Atlas Shrugged is such a bad book, its because the main character is an antagonist not a protagonist. In a good story the lead is a protagonist, a person who maybe has goals but has to weed his way through the difficulties made for him by the antagonists to get there.
So for a game thats unique feature is its roleplaying/storytelling aspect, it is not good to let the players drive the bus too much. They should be reacting at least as much as driving the story with their decisions. Reacting to the death of a child or wife is a life changing moment that is out of your control, but now you get to chose how this PC is going to deal with that. That is interesting, those are the moments that great characters are made.
Things like hunting, going on a pilgrimage, hosting a feast, should be tied to lifestyle choices and lifestyle attributes. Maybe when you were younger you were on a domain focus, you have both good martial and stewardship so you gain the Huntsman attribute.
Now for the rest of the game, if you are healthy and doing nothing else, maybe saving for the next war or recovering from one, you simply go hunting because its part of your lifestyle even though you are now maybe on a different focus. Other hunters in your realm will join you and be more likely to become friends with you.
Same for anything. If you're a blademaster you maybe wouldn't get a direct bonus, but will spar in your spare time leading to events that then give you opportunities to get prowess buffs and make friends with others in your court who also like to bang steel. Kind of spit-balling here, but again I think that it would be better for roleplaying and immersion in your character, their likes and dislikes and the NPC's that they are likely to spend most of their free time with, their posse as it were.
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And that leads me to a couple other ideas that make good stories that we connect with.
Love.
What is a story without love? Not everyone in the west understands this, but our idea of romantic true love was an invention of medieval Europe, the Queen of Aquitaine's court to be precise and only became a thing elsewhere in the world after contact with the west. Not to suggest that other people didn't experience romantic love, they just didn't idealize it over arraigned marriage like we do now.
The most classic archetypal story of the medieval age is the daughter who is betrothed to someone she hates and she dreams of being rescued by her true love. The Princess Bride, Tristan and Isolde. Not having that in the game seems like a missed opportunity.
Every teenage character should fall in love, at least once. I have never met a human who didn't fall in love at least once in their lives, and I've never met a human who hasn't done insane shit because of it. An early betrothal would increase the odds of them loving their future partner, but its not a sure thing.
Having your own character pining away for his true love that got away, or having such a character arrive at court after her husband died. Oh the dilemma, I've learned to love my wife but its not true love, and now she's here. I am about to do a lot of things that are totally out of character aren't I!?!?
This should also be a problem for rulers in the game. Having your daughter run off with one of your knights on her wedding night, throwing all of your carefully made plans into chaos. How can I get her back, maybe I have to offer my other daughter to make this alliance happen now and they are insulted an confused, oh dear the dilemmas.
Or what about a love that is not returned? Maybe that would be most common with "true love" being the rare thing it is. Or the betrayal of someone you love. That's enough to turn the most compassionate of men to murderous thoughts. Love too often leads to hate.
Love is so powerful that it should be capable of changing you to your core if not handled correctly. In fact, I'd go as far as to say that rejection, love, or the lack of it, is really the gateway to becoming a cynical, sadistic, evil person. I mean some are just born that way, but most bad people are really just deeply hurt people. The inverse is also true, love really can warm a cold heart.
Again, these are themes that echo throughout history.
Yes its not easy, its not necessarily going to make you happy when it happens, but when you resolve a difficult problem it is REWARDING.
Feuds.
Everything is there for blood feuds. In any storytellers book of motivations, skulking behind love is its inverse, vengeance. Obviously these would be most intense in Clan government type societies, but you can't spell Feudal without feud.
In my last game, on a scan of Arabia there were three vassal wars going on between my Farasid clan and the Abbasids. I was allied the the Caliph through a betrothal but was also ready to break away and form the Persian Empire, so I broke the betrothal, declared independence, he gave up without a fight, founded the empire, then re-betrothed my heir to his oldest daughter so we could fight off a crusade. IN THREE DAYS. Meanwhile one of my vassals killed his brother by torture after their war autostopped.
I mean, that should all start a feud between our families that would probably go on for hundreds of years. There are active feuds in that part of the world that are still going on today that date back to the period of the game. A feud would be a big opinion penalty and make it almost impossible to form alliances, friendships, council positions or any other relationship with the other clan without taking big penalties from your own clan, especially vengeful characters.
It also means that once a blood feud starts, you may lose councilors and even friends because of it. Assassinations, claims, factions all being driven and supported by your rivals. Only love can break through a blood feud, see Romeo and Juliet.
There are tons of roleplaying and gameplay opportunities in feuds, whether you are trying to stop them or inflame them for your own purposes they again just reduce random and create narrative.
Then they could take out all of the "why is my generous, gregarious, content son suddenly murdering random people?" and replace them it "shit, my spymaster brother just killed the heir of my most powerful vassal over a minor dispute at my wifes funeral and they will want revenge how can I stop this from spiraling into a cycle of violence that will weaken the kingdom while I grieve the loss of my one true love, oh, and two of our kids are in love too, faaack!" I guess I actually have to imprison him at least...
And finally, the Diet or Parliament or Duma or whatever.
Getting all of your lords together was a historical thing that rulers could resort to when things were really bad or important for the whole realm, but also just to gather financial and military support for wars. They are high risk high reward things, your lords may also have demands of you or expect favors in return. See the reign of Edward I for the benefits and dangers of calling Parliaments, he was able to win major reforms but often had to pay a steep price to his lords to achieve them.
This would allow for mini-crusade type events for prepared invasions for example. But it should also be an option to ease resistance to big policy changes like founding or embracing heresies, inheritance laws or bulk changing feudal contracts.
It creates a chance for you or your chancellor to make a pitch to all of your lords at once, or your steward to ask for funds to get the crown out of bankruptcy or your bishop to make the case for breaking away from Mother Rome. Again, its always a risk to put them all together, but sometimes desperate means call for desperate measures.
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Just thought I would share some ideas I've had while playing. Maybe people with modding experience might feel inspired. I know not how to mod, but if anyone feels inspired I would help how I could to see some of this added to the game.
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2020.11.20 11:14 sabthefabk Please help me figure out if my bf genuinely loves me or doesn't care about me at all

I(22F) really love my boyfriend(29M).We have been in a relationship for 2 years now. I'm Muslim, he's not.We both realized quickly into our relationship that we're both in it for the long haul and want to marry eachother eventually. We've both met eachothers parents. My parents are totally against this relationship due to religious reasons and forbade me from seeing him again. We kept seeing eachother secretly and when my dad found out(5 months ago) he tried getting a restraining order against my boyfriend by making false accusations of violence. I intervened by speaking to the authorities and got the case dismissed. It took 2 months for the case to get dismissed, and during these two months I felt like my boyfriend was extremely distant.
When my dad lied to the police about bf being physically violent with my dad,I immediately messaged bf and let him know.I told him I'd even go to court if needed to get him out of any trouble, and that no matter what happens I will do what is right(side with bf). He was appreciative. Then dad asked me for bf's address and when I refused to give it he physically abused me and beat me like an animal. He even kicked me out of the house in the middle of the night for an hour because I refused to lie to the police and let bf get into more trouble,but then came to his senses and let me in again. I told my bf about this the same night and he asked me to try and move out or ask my college academic counselor for help. I told him I was going to ask my best friend to let me stay at her place for a bit but bf told me the counselor would be able to help me better. I told him I was scared and had no where to go(I didn't have a job or any savings at all, and couldn't move out due to covid), and he didn't once offer to let me stay with him.
The next day, I logged on to facebook and saw that bf had posted pictures of him at the beach. I also felt him being very distant all of a sudden.I felt like he didn't care about the turmoil that I was going through while I was being so supportive of him and siding with him instead of my dad. I unfriended him on facebook. He didn't contact me either. A week later he just sent me a message asking "Are you okay?" and that was it.
Thankfully, the case was dismissed 2 months later when the police spoke with me and bf showed them my messages as evidence stating that he is innocent. Bf also asked his lawyer to call me to court as a witness so I could help his case. Bf had to pay a large sum of money to his lawyer too so she could help him. The day the case was dismissed, bf suddenly messaged me asking how I'm doing. He sounded worried for my wellbeing and apologized for not being able to help me,stating that he was helpless too.My boyfriend was really upset at what my dad did but said that none of it is my fault, and I profusely apologized for my dad. He was glad that I stood up for him though. Ever since then our relationship has been normal. I chose to stay with my parents because I only work once a week and I'm studying for the medical school admissions test(applying next year).
He visits me saturday during my break at work since that's the only way we can meet for now(until I'm in grad school).
My question is: Now that we're meeting secretly at my work place,I feel like I'm risking my parents finding out again and going through the same thing. I love my boyfriend alot and I know that even though I never explicitly asked if I could stay with him, if the roles were reversed I would've at least offered. He knows how physically abusive my father can be especially when it comes to his "honour", yet he still dropped off the grid for 2 months leaving me to deal with all of this mess alone. My best friend on the other hand, when she found out how dad was abusing me(I messaged her too) called the cops on him and right away came to my place with her older brother.She asked me to pack my bags and told me I can stay with her for as long as I want(even though she lives in a 1 bedroom appartment with her parents and siblings).
after the case had been dismissed and my father had calmed down, he told me the ex bf(he thinks we broke up)isn't sincere with me because he left me alone when I needed him the most. I think bf was just scared of all that was happening. But I can't help but feel like if my parents were to find out about us dating in secret again, I'll be disowned and homeless and bf won't offer a helping hand either. Am I over thinking this? I also feel like bf genuinely loves me especially if he's still with me after my dad insulted him in person and tried to put a restraining order on him.
Tl;dr Please help me figure out if my bf genuinely loves me or doesn't care about me at all
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